I definitely thought there’s no way this was a chance encounter with a name like that.

I couldn’t think of a specific song on that album, so I put it on for a listen. I wasn’t familiar with the hardcore/punk style on War and Keys to the Kingdom. Funny enough, I had tickets to see them on this tour because Rise Against was their supporting act, but the tour got cancelled because Chester got sick. The pairing didn’t make too much sense to me at the time, but now it makes more sense, even if it was at a time that Rise Against was losing a lot of their melodic hardcore background with Appeal to Reason. Collapse (Post-Amerika) still hit though.

I was just hitting middle school when Hybrid Theory came out. My mom wouldn’t let me buy it because of the repeated Shut Up lyrics in One Step Closer, but I loved the album and listened to it with my friends all the time. I didn’t feel like Meteora hit as hard, and I really lost interest after Minutes to Midnight. Listening to them now, I still don’t like much after the first few albums, but I’ve come around a bit to Meteora and honestly, Reanimation might be my favorite of the first three albums.

I want to be a digital organizer, but I’m also a folder nesting whore and things get out of sight out of mind to easily. I find my daily tasks and todos are much more effective if I write them down in a small notebook that I always keep in my bag.

Good idea, but don’t get to Windows ME levels.

The food doesn’t look good, but as a Nebraskan, I’m just happy to see Iowa out here taking shots.

The doge dog died? Such sad.

What an irrational mistake.

That’s all fine and dandy until they misbehave and you can’t follow through by sending them to school on the weekend.

I’m pretty sure it’s and f-14 launching off of a carrier, but the image is zoomed in so you only see a tiny portion of the deck obscured by the smoke. The orange glow is the jets on the back, and it’s taken at an angle which makes the tail fins stick out weirdly.

And the it still suffers greatly by the second gym, and the final evolution isn’t even a real dragon, so it gets absolutely wrecked by rocks, but I still never learned my lesson because it’s cool as hell.

In the Midwest, we sometimes measure distance in number of songs.

Also the homemade signs on the farmers land. As a kid, I always got a kick out of a sheet of plywood that had been painted with a simple message: “outlaw sodomy.”

Don’t let Randy Johnson get any apples.

The pictures are correct, but they don’t show how traffic can back up for miles before the merge point with everybody sitting in just one lane, and some guy who has taken it upon himself to police everyone else’s “manners” swerving to block anyone who dares to the the open lane and “cut in line.”

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Unfortunately, a corn stalk can only get you so far.

Even beyond that, I think this sentiment is easy to get into from the comfort of climate controlled, weatherproof structures, with abundant food that doesn’t require months of forethought and planning to farm or energy expenditure to hunt or gather. I’d love to chuck up materialism and peer pressure, but I’m firmly attached to the various infrastructures that make my life so comfortable.

Yeah this is the scariest point in all of my projects.

I’ve been listening to this song a ton lately. The chorus goes so hard.