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[wickedflea]

carocrow posted this in a comment to my last post. It's just about too good to be true, but the guy sounds for real. First, listen to the voice mail. And then read the story.

XP Service Pack 2 is obnoxious as FUCK. I installed the new security updates, and now I'm getting the restart dialog box every two seconds. I'll restart when I'm ready, OK?

I'm gonna be tearing my hair out today trying to get things ready to be away for jury duty next week. I'd almost rather they did it at night or on the weekends. It's not that I mind missing work so much, just that I hate getting things in order first.

Yale installed new and improved spam filters, and now I'm getting more spam than before. One yesterday was telling me how to get "girls who are crazy to have sex with you." Thanks, I really needed to hear that girls would have to be crazy to have sex with me.

I watched the Metallica documentary Some Kind of Monster last night. I hadn't planned to get anywhere near it because I thought it would be some sort of self-aggrandizing filth like the movie they showed before their "Evening with Metallica" shows on the Black Album tour. (I think I've mentioned that I walked out of that show in disgust and have hated Metallica ever since.) Anyway, Dan at work told me that I should really see it because it's actually a good movie--and he doesn't like Metallica or any sort of metal. So I checked it out, and yeah, it's quite fascinating. It's so weird to see these formerly scuzzy guys

WELL FUCK MY COCK. I walked away for my computer for five minutes and it automatically restarted. Semagic saved a draft of this post, but I wasn't so lucky with the Word document I was working on. Great bolshy yarblockos to that.

Anyway. As I was saying . . . I loved Metallica in the mid-to-late '80s, and one of the things that was so great about them is that they were so no-bullshit. Now they're amassing and liquidating huge collections of art, grooming themselves, and hiring one of those weird performance-enhancement coaches who counsel sports teams. And the interpersonal dynamics are wild to watch. James Hetfield is kind of an idiot asshole, Kirk Hammett is a wuss, and Lars Ulrich is a huge douchebag, so the whole thing makes for some interesting train wrecks. Worth seeing.

I wonder how many times Cliff Burton has turned over in his grave knowing what Metallica's become.

Comments

[skid-rose.livejournal.com]

Huh, the service pack works fine for me...Oh! That's because I work at MS, and it installs automatically! Suckers.

I don't think Kirk is so much a wuss as the only rational one left. His apathy with the situation is apparent; I think he's been serving as mediator between Lars and James for so long that he doesn't even try anymore. He just sighs and walks away. Sometimes I see myself in that role in my own band, with the singer and drummer constantly arguing. There's a strange hierarchy of power within any band, and Kirk happens to be the one reasonable enough to see the bigger picture and not be caught up in paltry bullshit.

But as far as his playing goes, yeah, he's wussed out.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Yeah, to be fair, Kirk is by far the least objectionable. I felt kinda bad for him and amused at the same time when Lars and James were arguing and he was saying, "C'mon, guys, jeez, let's just play! Let's bang it out!" He didn't even seem to understand what the hell they were babbling about--and like you said, he probably didn't care.