Monthly Archives: April 2010

Keep Rollin, It’s Alright, Keep Ridin, The Midnight Ride.

If there’s one thing that makes me sad, it’s that people underestimate who are proberly one of the greatest bands of all time. But they’re fictional, so they can’t be a band, right? Wrong.  The Midnight Riders have written and performed 4 great songs, which is more than the number of good Justin Bieber songs (read: 0). And if Justin Cunt can be a ‘good’ singer, then the Midnight Riders can be a fucking great band. It doesn’t matter if the world was first introduced to the Midnight Riders in Dark Carnival, the songs are great, and that’s what matters. Hell, if played right, The Midnight Riders could become the greatest viral in history. Valve already has a Midnight Riders T-shirt in their store that has no reference to Left 4 Dead 2, except for the location of Whispering Oaks, but that has no attention drawn to it. I would have bought it if I wasn’t planning to cosplay as Ellis at SuperNova (yes, there will be pics).

But surely, if the Midnight Riders were any good, a recording studio would of picked them up, right? Well, when your songs get sent out to a game that’s sold over 3 million copies, that’s pretty damn impressive. Plus they work at Valve, one of the best jobs ever. Don’t believe me? Then use Google dumbass. So sit back, relax, and shoot zombies while listening to one of the best things to ever come out of a video game. And buy Left 4 Dead 2, you cheapass.

The Gentlemen’s Book Club for Cultured People: Sense & Sensibility & Sea Monsters, Chapters 1-20

After a brief hiatus, mostly because I had nothing to say, I am armed with the knowledge that I am a cultured person after reading an ever so slightly edited Jane Austen novel, Sense & Sensibility. With kraken. Fuck yeah. After some reading of it, I came to the conclusion that Jane Austen writes heavier then fucking George Orwell, though I may have found Airstrip One in 1984 a much more interesting backdrop then The Middleton Archipelago. Seriously, it’s a fucking chore working through Jane Austen’s bits, only when I get to Ben H. Winter’s edited parts do I find it truly enjoyable, as his blend of Austen’s style and the typical modern style isn’t used enough. Not to say the book isn’t good, it’s just tough to work through, you can’t just glide through it like World War Z.

That’s really all I have to say at this point. I don’t want to spoil anything, but if you enjoy a good parody, then pick it up. If not, then just go read World War Z again.