mr-typewriter

Well, not exactly kicking somebody's ass. Or asses. Just back. Take it into consideration.

It started with a pretty awful music video. Exterior: stereotypical suburbs, somewhere in the U.S. Starring some pissed off inhabitants. And that insane riff in the very beginning. It goes like "tra-ra-ra-ra-ra-tra-tra-ra-ra-ra". I don't have an ear for music, yes. But you can see that I'm talking about Muscle Museum. I HATED the song. It was meaningless, it sounded tasteless, it lacked all the things a good song should have. I listened to Guns n' Roses at the time. Besides, it had that awful music video. And after that video I haven't heard from Muse for a long while. Until the year of 2007 -- the first half of it -- when I got acquainted wi

Hello, I'm Generation Y. Hello, I'm Generation Z. [,dʒenə`reiʃn ,eks] screwed everything up. Well, you know, "we're protesting by tossing our heads up and down, being angry and not voting". That is how rock'n'roll was born. But then what? Then some geeks in the most fearsome and noble (sic!) U.S. Army come with the concept of Internet. Yikes! Those who were born in the nineteens are exposed to everything digital more than anyone. Wikipedia -- at least, the researchers it references to -- calls us digital natives. We're not protesting, we don't need to. We can build our own army -- well, a virtual one but who cares? -- and use