Set your calendar

Kids, set your calendar. Mark up May 21st, 2011. Why? Because it is the end of the world, duh!

Of late I enjoy the ministry over on Family Radio. On it a man who I believe is developmentally disabled gives rambling sermons about the Bible. What is fascinating to me is that his ramblings usually don't mention the whole "the world is going to end" part. Usually that is the gimmick. Just listen to Jack Van Impe. That's all he talks about! But Harold Camping is not your usual evangelist.



Enjoy the trainwreck. "The fragrance of death unto death". It is so incomprehensible it might as well be in Spanish. I know many Spanish words and most of the grammar rules, but I can't follow a conversation much better.

2011 people! It is all over on 2011.

Available now: Bane Jelic

I mentioned before that I like a Serbian guitarist named Bane Jelic. His stuff is hard to come by, but apparently you can now buy his new album. It is a rock album with vocals, much like how Steve Vai likes to do vocal albums (wasn't his best vocal album the one with Devin Townshend?).



What do you think? Good? Bad?

Buy HERE

Update: Bane has a couple of albums that he recorded but hasn't released, including a "goth metal" album.



What do you think? Is it good or bad?

I really wish I could buy his newest instrumental shred album "East-West". But the interwebs have failed me



To me this stuff is grade A shred all around.

The beginning of the end

A while back I read a story about a Russian man who had a fir tree growing in his lungs. Maybe things are crazy in Russia, but that story made no sense. Plants growing in your lungs? How can that even happen?

But it happened again, this time here in America.

They are evolving. We are doomed.

I guess this is sorta like that M Night Shylaman movie "The Happening", or at least what people tell me. I never saw it and probably never will because he's a one trick pony of a director. Still, this is kinda crazy. Maybe the plants are rebelling and we are all doomed?

Whiskey review: Sunny Brook bourbon

I found a bottle of Sunny Brook bourbon at the liquor store. It was probably bottled in 86, based on the label. After Jim Beam/Fortune Brands bought National Distillers it was discontinued. So how does it taste?

It tastes a lot like the other two bottled in bond bourbons I've had. That would be Old Fitzgerald and Old Grand-dad. The taste is rather between the two. By the price, 11 dollars for a liter, I'd say it is a good deal.

Casual Friday

It's casual Friday, and you know what that means. That means we all get to wear jeans. Even Dave Mustaine. Fuck yeah.

You didn't get the memo? Well jeez I'm sorry. Dave got the memo.



Here he is on the Arsenio Hall show wearing jeans, because it's casual Friday. His sleeves are rolled up because Friday is still a work day and there's so many files to work doggone-it.

I wanted to love you

I wanted to love you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You looked so perfect. You completed me. And then I came to learn you were tragically flawed. Could I overlook your defects? Was it in me?

It was not.

The Sony NEX-5 could have been the one camera for me. All the versatility and power of an interchangeable lens system. Like a digital rangefinder, but smaller and possibly a better focusing system. The ability to use just about any lens imaginable. The sheer power of the DSLR's APS-C image sensor. 1080p video. I could ditch the camera bag forever and take pictures just as well. Maybe even better.

But it doesn't have manual controls. I can't whirl through aperture, ISO, and shutter settings like a dervish. Feverishly my hands can take my 20d from low-light to day-light settings and back in seconds. Like some nerd working on a rubik's cube.



Insert Rubik's cube snark here.

I can't give that up. Not even for this:



...sigh!