My feet smell like sand!

Hey, I noticed that Hyde, lead singer of L'arc~en~Ciel, is wearing the same sequined skull & bones shirt in that "As One" live video as Yama-B is in this picture!

And by the way... everyone should take note of Galneryus' new album being officially released tomorrow, by the name of Resurrection! Their new vocalist doesn't have Yama-B's tone of gritty defiance, but the new songs maintain the cast of a Galneryus sculpt. Here... they're the creme de la creme, worth the licks!

http://www.last.fm/music/Galneryus

If one takes a sift to the many fans of Galneryus on last.fm, so that one granule/fan falls past one's looking glass in increments of time favorable for a one-by-one look at the composition of the fanbase, one will see the discomforting inconsistencies of the otherwise dirt dry taste of some of the fannypack - simply, they somehow savor the Galneryus gourmet. It ties my nerves in a knot to see a certain listener fancying Green Day and Atreyu - it disconcerts me in an instinctual way, as if the great Galneryus is being sullied. The Galneryus Garrison would be ideal if we all listened to other bands of spellbinding creativity; for example I crawl the internet for exciting music from jazz fusion and metal to shoegaze and electropop. Those who live for the gems, refined or in the rough; those people seem fit to truly call Galneryus one of their favorite bands. It be sure as shovels that everyone can dig a band they came onto when they heard one of their songs as the theme for an anime opening, but when that's the only jive someone shuffles to - taking what comes by - it is a finger stab in the ear. It is like the Hershey man incorrectly titled "The Chocolate Guy" even though he uses brown-grass-eating cocoa cows. You know, he might have made one great chocolate bar, but that was imported from the Bernese Oberland and he stole it on vacation - he has subpar methods, and he is undeserving of any such delectable package because of that. This is small-talk coming from someone baptised in metalheadhood a few years back, of course, but I stand by that logic as if it were unfailing as computer code.

First Thoughts

Upon waking up in my floor bundle of blanket, my brain wondered if it had got enough sleep. Then after the ear-gauging (loopy and painful) chorus of "Star-Trekkin Across the Universe" ran through my head, I wondered how certain people would react if a meteor crashed into their backyard. Especially the gardener!

I delve into that question a bit later this day, as some F2P moar-pigging was to be had on Dungeons @ Dragons Online, and Jade Dynasty (appealing free-to-play MMORPG for its Kung Fu aspects). Actually meteors are the tails of meteorites, in turn the real stuff, in turn chunks from some celestial swing dancers come to earth (heh, doesn't sound wholesome). Many are chondrites, being composed of chondrules, the granpeppy of our solar system's mineral composition. Around this time in my research, I question myself benignly on why I tasked myself with such research, pleasantly annoyed in the dark of my room.

The silicate make-up of chondrules seems to give risk of silicate pneumoconiosis for our hearty meaty-handed gardener, if the meteorite is powderized and inhaled. Silicate pneuomoconiosis or Silicosis or Grinder's Disease or Potter's Rot is an inflammatory lung disease, like your uncle that is a miner on the dark side of the moon probably has (http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/439858). If this [big] meteorite got tilled by that unassuming gardener's spade and heartily dragged by those strong farmworking airtanks, we'd be sad for the loss of our gentle giant. Speaking of music, I am listening to L'Arc~en~Ciel's AWAKE, pretty swell sonority. Here are the good tracks...