Y’know, these days I try to stay away from talking about political stuff here on Guile’s World – mostly because these days I’m completely disgusted by all politicians and all parties. The Conservatives have turned into the Republican Lite Party, the Liberals have always been power-hungry crooks and always will be, the NDP doesn’t care about the likes of me – an able-bodied, middle-aged, straight, white, anglo-saxon, protestant, male who doesn’t belong to a union, and the Green Party is still a joke and will remain one for the foreseeable future. But I couldn’t let this go uncommented, due to the sheer chutzpah, hubris, and stupidity involved.
If will.i.am’s gravestone doesn’t say will.i.was, I will be very disappointed.
Never go to bed mad.
Stay awake all night and plot horrible, horrible revenge.
Sick of You
GWAR’s Dave Brockie, a.k.a. Oderus Urungus, died on March 23rd, 2014 at age 50. Love ’em or hate ’em, there’s no denying GWAR’s influence on the heavy metal scene, dating back to the early 90’s. As Brockie was the last remaining founding member of GWAR, their future is very much in question.
There’s a new brewpub opening in Washington, D.C. in the late summer or early fall called The Public Option. That’s not normally something worth mentioning, like, anywhere, but according to the local papers, this place will be unique: it will ban customers from tipping the waitstaff and instead pay its workers an actual living wage!
Drink Drank Drunk
Ah, St. Patrick’s Day, the day that everyone’s Irish. Also the day that a lot of people wear stupid green clothes, and drink litres of green beer. Funny thing is, if you have real, honest-to-goodness Irish ancestors (as I do), you know you don’t need a special day to drink.
Empires (Part 2)
So it turns out that today is International Women’s Day. Huh, who knew? Not I, if it wasn’t for Google Doodles.
The mysterious, xenophobic bladelings of Acheron, updated for Pathfinder RPG.
I’ve just replaced the cat litter with 44 packages of Pop Rocks. Now we wait.