Tatiana Azundris

… I pose with a gun. On the internet.¹

Common wisdom has it that within the week, I'll shoot up my school. Are you ready to pick up the Seven Day Challenge with me?

I knew you were.

... will you send back a letter from America?

As if the lament configuration wasn't bad enough, you can now get one with a mind of its own.

When I was in school, the music teach taught us thus: There are innumerable sub-genres of metal — heavy metal, black metal, death metal, what-not. You can usually tell them apart by what size amps they have.

Of course, he was being sarcastic — it's not really that easy. In truth, it's more a combination of how many distortion pedals they have, how bad their "singer" is — Cradle of Filth and Subway to Sally come to mind as bands that are lethal unless played through a karaoke system —, and how inane their lyrics are (Blind Guardian are a good example here, as are, once again, Subway to Sally).

But of course, nobody's aware of these things anymore; apparently, they don't teach music like they used to. Kids don't know shit these days, and if you google that, your best match is in fact "kids don't know shit about music" — written by a 15-year-old. Good grief, man! Even teenagers are beginning to see through MTV! Eat your heart out, content industry! Die flaming death, techno rehashes!

Is it just me, or does the Riddler (from Batman, right) kinda wear the hand-me-downs of professor Tournesol (of Tintin fame, left)?