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).
After Josh discontinued the unspeakably brilliant Wendy -- well, let's talk about that for a second. This comic was awesome. It was brilliant. It was weird. It was dada, non-sequitur, over the top. But Josh discontinued it. To add insult to injury, the archives aren't complete. Not only is my favourite episode (the one about the dress made out of live hedgehogs) not included, the examples are too sparse to demonstrate anything like a storyline. While I'm the first to agree that the storylines were surreal (as were those of the equally defunct Living in Greytown) to the point of incoherence, they still were an integral part of the comic and, as it turns out, required for the individual gags to be funny. I am tempted to say that the comic was killed twice; once by discontinuing it, and another time by mutilating it and messing with the memories.
Meine Vorhersage war Mist, der Tanz des Sommers wird nicht der Mull, sondern der Picard.
Als wenn DarkMaterias Picard-Song nicht schon wirr genug wäre, gibt es jetzt ein Video dazu: Zwei Halbstarke tanzen in ihrer Halbstarkenbude, mit silbernen Isomatten als Lendenschurz und Nudelsieben als Helmen. Fünf Minuten lang.
Das ist von so bizarrer Absurdität, von so entschlossenem Dadaismus, das ist... naja, man mag schon gar nicht sagen, "Fast wieder gut."
Aber ich habe es noch nicht über's Herz gebracht, das wegzuwerfen.
It's so fun when you're pretty and go grocery shopping. You can laugh and make fun of everything, and race the carts the around, and take 100 items to the express lane, and everyone thinks it's cute and endearing instead of obnoxious and stupid. Supermodel personals