Takes lasts forever nowadays, perpetually living on the cloud (in the cloud?), but I still feel the need to back everything up in triplicate.
That’s not a joke, I’ve got the same shit on at least several hard drives at any given time. I got really obsessed with not losing data after suffering a catastrophic data loss and lost all the music I’d written from the age of 18-22.
But maybe it’s a good thing.
I went through “Fat Bastard I” (no that’s not an Austin Powers joke, that’s a nod to the infamous Grease Trucks of Rutgers, RIP), and holy shit did I have not great opinions. I mean, just abysmal takes. Really bad.
I spent the weekend deleting shit off the internet. I’d already done that to my Instagram a while back, but this time I hunted down as much as I could find and just straight trashed that shit.
Because, fuckin’ duh, I am not the same person I was back then. So, I dunno, when I see people all absolutely certain about their positions, it’s wild to me. I fuckin’ flip-flopped on whether Henry Cavill was still hot while wearing those awful clothes on The Tudors like 6 or 7 times this weekend (current opinion: hot), so how the shit are like, hard-core beliefs just never gonna change? That shit’s WAY more important, but we’re also just gonna examine that shit way less?
I dunno, onto the recs.
I have a major hard-on for the Dark Ages, because it’s still wild that we just straight up sacked Rome, burnt all books and then forgot how to make metal for like a thousand years.
Anyway, this is the 4th book in the Pillars of the Earth series, or the Kingsbridge Chronicles or whatever pretentious name they have (he says, while recommending a book about goddamn cathedrals in England), but it was pretty fucking good.
Trigger Warning: all four of these books (The Pillars of the Earth, World Without End, A Column of Fire, The Evening and the Morning) contain characters you care about getting absolutely shit on, so, uh, be warned.
I love Sturgill Simpson, a lot, and he recommended this album a few weeks back because he produced it, so I gave it a spin out of respect for king Sturg, and the shit has been on repeat since. It fuckin’ slaps, and the whole thing’s like only a half hour, so just listen to the entire album while you fuck up another recipe in your kitchen because you’ve been drinking too much wine.
Yeah, shockingly a TV show based on an NBC Sports commercial is, uh, really fucking good. It’s wholesome without being saccharine and I pretty much love every single character except Giles from Buffy’s character, but he’s supposed to be a dicknozzle, so that’s fine.