BWAHAHA: 8/17 – 8/23

BWAHAHA: 8/17 – 8/23 – This was a pretty slow week for me, not to mention I got Dark Arisen, so was pretty much living inside the cavernous Bitterblack Isle chasing monsters and getting my ass handed to me by Goreclops and other giant creatures.

8/17

* New episode of The Critical Eye Podcast is up!

8/19

* “They hardly falter in their assault!” Said while zombies attacked, but I’m sure he was referring to Republicans.

* My DragonCon schedule is 4 bands, 1 comedy show, and a shit ton of Zombies. Yes, Zombies is capitalized. Duh!

* When I lived in SoCal, San Diego was considered a touchy-feely town. Seems someone took that literally.

* A man survived being hit by a Chicago-bound train. Since it was going to Chicago, I’m surprised it wasn’t a bullet train.

* News is like, “Damn, no kids were killed… quick, come up with another angle to keep people in their seats and scared!”

8/21

* I was a guest on the Apartment J Podcast!

8/22

* Don’t Walk So Fast, performing all the songs of Rush! #FatTributeBands

* First Class Passengers, performing all the songs of Aerosmith! #FatTributeBands

* Feastie Boys, performing all the songs of the Beastie Boys! #FatTributeBands

* Vanilla Ice Cream, performing all the songs of Vanilla Ice! #FatTributeBands

* Rascal DMC, performing all the songs of Run DMC! #FatTributeBands

* I hope I get to see something this awesome at #DragonCon! #Handicapable #StarWars #NerdNation

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8/23

* Apparently Jersey Girl was a movie about Bruce Wayne lowering his standards to working class girls. Good call #KevinSmith!

* Posted the audio from my appearance at the Homegrown Comedy Show!

* Posted the audio from my appearance at the Clockwork Comedy Show!

* Just dawned on me that I haven’t had a thing to eat all day. Clearly something must be wrong with me.

Rush

“Witch Hunt” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1981 PolyGram Records Inc, USA.
Thanks to J. Bolen of the Idaho Atheists for the recommendation and information.

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right-
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
Those who know what’s best for us-
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice
And fear
Walk hand in hand

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“Free Will” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1980 Mercury/PolyGram.
Thanks to M. Merritt for the recommendation and information.

There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
“The stars aren’t aligned –
Or the gods are malign”
Blame is better to give than receive.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear-
I will choose Free Will.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them – they weren’t born in Lotus-Land.

All preordained-
A prisoner in chains-
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can’t pray for a place
In Heaven’s unearthly estate.

You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear-
I will choose Free Will.

Each of us-
A cell of awareness-
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet.

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“Roll the Bones” by Rush.

Words by Neil Peart, music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. © 1980 Mercury/PolyGram.
Thanks to S. Hunter for the recommendation and information.

Well, you can stake that claim
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they don’t take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because we’re here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If there’s some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Jack — relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
It’s a parallax — you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. It’s a rig
It’s action — reaction
Random interaction.
So who’s afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Can’t get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy
A fact’s a fact
From Nome to Rome, boy.

What’s the deal? Spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot — take a shot.
Play your cards. Show us what you got
What you’re holding.
If the cards are cold,
Don’t go folding.
Lady Luck is golden;
She favours the bold. That’s cold
Stop throwing stones
The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!

Roll the bones