A Silver Bullet!

Hurray! SkyNet a.k.a. Apple has come to their senses and tossed a solution from their ivory towers to us lowly peasants. The solution is a link ( http://support.apple.com/kb/HT6439?viewlocale=en_US&locale=en_US ) to let users delete the horrendous sounds of U2's latest bowel movement; Songs of Innocence. I strongly suggest you follow said link after you finish reading this post that's chock full of multiple analogies, references and run-on sentences! 

Silver bullets now kill Terminators?

Adam. 

U2 Songs are the New Terminators.

U2 is the band that keeps on giving. Literally, you cannot return the gift of their crappy music (Songs of Innocence). Thanks a lot, iCloud -- or should I say "SkyNet!?" I just wish Apple had a swank deal with Big Black. I really wouldn't mind hearing Kerosene for free.

Set me on fire,

Adam. 

It's only weird if you make it weird.

Attention, Internet! During my morning run, I happened upon the cutest squirrel in all of creation. He (or she) was prancing around with his/her head held up high as if there was a delightful song captured within his/her adorable heart. 

I'm in love. 

I'm not a "furry" but close,

Adam. 

Chapter One: The Monkees

"Davy Jones was a dick!"
Said the heavyset man wearing a fleece and leather loafers at the Psychedelic Furs show. Yes, he was quite over-weight but I just knew that he was truly weighed down by the chip on his shoulder as well as the blue windbreaker he carried over his left arm. It's as though he swapped all fashion sense for a strong disdain for the stars of yesterday. I would've hung around to hear more of his poisonous pontificating but I had a show to catch.


Nesmith was always the cool one,
Adam.

Joe Camus

Was it obvious that I was desperate for a post? Regardless, feel free to send me infinite fan mail because you love my Paint skillz.

No need to get lost in the supermarket when you could casually hear a woman fall from a bridge,

Adam.

I've gone rogue -- well, not quite...

Earlier today I pulled up to a red light just as Police on my Back by The Clash began to play from my mp3 player. Normally, once that snare hits, I am the living embodiment of Cruisin' USA. Today, however, things were quite different. You see, for roughly 90% of that excellent tune I was stationary at the stop light. No movement. Nothing. Then I thought to myself; "what if the police, were indeed, on my back? They would've apprehended me before the rockin' chorus!"


With my (brake) pedal firmly to the metal,
Adam.