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Muse: Simulation Theory Review

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Old reliable is back at it again. Muse's new album Simulation Theory is that good dose of musical heroin amongst a storm of cheap watered down or gimmic laced music populating the airwaves today. I feel like I've been transported to the 80s, but yet still somehow in the future with the aggressive guitars, sonically scintillating synths, and booming base. Stand out tracks include the opening track Algorithm, The Dark Side, Propaganda, Break it to Me, The Void, and the whole host of remixes to every track on the album, most notably the Break It To Me (Sam De Jong Remix). Thank you Muse for injecting your unique brand of music into my life once again. Please come to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada for another concert. I've been to two of your previous shows and I'm dying to get front row or floor seat tickets to a show. You're one of the few bands of all time to be even better live than you are on an album. That's a hard feat to achieve. Also, you should think of doing …

Basketball Colors

I had an interesting experience today. Jo, her sisters and I were playing in the park with two children of a family friend. The young boy and I went and shit some hoops on the nearby basketball court. We had a good time. The little snot can trash talk. He told me that my favorite basketball player, Kobe Bryant, sucks and that Steph Curry  was better. He also likes Ronaldo in soccer. We had a disagreement because I'm a Messi fan. It was all in good fun. He even invited me to his birthday party (just so I can buy him Ray Ban glasses of course). All of a sudden he stopped and sat down on the ball. He looks up at me and sighs, "I like your hair." Now my hair is a mess at this point. I usually style it in a side pomoadour, but it's never as full and thick as I want it because I have a mix of straight, wavy, and curly hair, not to mention it is fine hair too.  So I tell the kid that I like his hair too.  The boy had a short curly high top with a grown in fade. He just shoo…

Star Wars The Last Jedi: Review: Initial reaction and Reflection on the Star Wars fan base.

After seeing Star Wars: The Last Jedi today and browsing through comments in fan pages, I saw a lot of complaining and butt hurt. Please kindly fill out this prescreening form, roll it in a moist towelette and shove it up your ass. The Force Awakens wasn't good enough for these people because it used too many elements of A New Hope and was too driven by nostalgia. Now these same people are   butt hurt about the Last Jedi because it's too different and allegedly ruins characters and is full of plot holes. What y'all are really hurt about is that it totally blew away all preconceptions, theories, and expectations that fand spent the last two years making up out the water. You're entitled to that opinion. Personally, I think most Star Wars fans are afraid of change. They want things to stay familiar and the same. Star Wars as a franchise would not survive this long if it just kept rehashing the same old shit. It needed to expand the mythos, change up the characters, and t…

Open Letter

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Depression has never been more real to me until recently. It sucks your will to do anything. Getting up in the morning is a chore. Work is irritating when it's not keeping you busy. The hours drag and drag. Studying is next to impossible. Your family and friends get on your nerves with the smallest comment. They try to make it better for you but no words or actions help to fill the ache that engulfs your entire mind and body. You try to lose yourself in material possession by buying things to make you feel better. That little hit of serotonin in your brain means the world. It doesn't last though. It passed by as quick as it came. At times the pain becomes unbearable. Your eyes well up and you fight just to hold back the tears as you stand in line at McDonald's or in a public washroom. There are good moments though.  There are times when things almost seem normal again and life goes on. Life is always worth living and exploring, but I finally think I understand what it mean…

Broken Homes

A snow flake falls. The freeze sets in. The heart turns cold, unable to express it's constricting thoughts, unable to beat again.The night lays heavy on two families at war. They fight with one another, once friends from before. The clock ticks on in the silence. Time moves ever on. All souls tormented, even when the light shines, they never really meet the dawn.Death lays it's nimble fingers on these two homes. It sneaks and snakes through the cracks made of concrete and stone. The death of a daughter resonates for those  immediate and those known as step. Peculiar she was with a grin beyond her era, a smirk, a laugh, it reminds me of a dancing chime. A smile that withers a mother's rosy completion and has frozen her sense of time. I, myself, remember in that moment as the wind swept back her hair. The new family gathers for pictures, but we just sit back and stare. She smiles a sad smile and looks off into the crowd. I sat there beside her feeling a sense of foreboding, …

Bloodlust: An Arrow Fanfiction: Chapter 7: Right in the Bollocks