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I'd like to see that show if Pear Jam's bus broke down and they were unable to make it. Or, if they just played Do The Evolution and got off the stage.

This is why time travel technology is a really, really bad idea.

Silence, infidels. Your accomplishments do not please the prophet.

Glad to be of service ;)

Return to stop the creation of the infernal machine in the first place. Which, depending on the true nature of time and the validity of causeality may result in a paradoxical closed loop wherein I destroy the machines, which means mine never existed, which means I never destroyed them, which means they existed, which means I went back and destroyed them, etc etc etc. Such a device is potentially the greatest weapon ever created, and could quite easily undo all that is reality. It cannot be allowed to exist unless the Nihilist in me is feeling particularly energetic that day. If it does not fracture time as such, I will assume time is an infinite parallel system of timelines as opposed to a single branching trunk. And, my noble works completed, I would go about the business of spending my newfound money on simpler pleasures than attempting to reign in the incalculable forces of temporal progression. Like blackjack, and hookers.

Ahh, Massive Attack. Well done. Velvet Acid Christ - Slut

Yeah, Astral is a little different from the others....same rough genre. I started listening to trance and electronica primarily with a small sampling of SUN Project, Hallucinogen, X-Dream, Xenomorph, a large quantity of Astral Projection (12,000 Suns is nothing short of amazing), and a vast tidal wave of generic european rave club stuff. Epic/classic/club/etc stance with a distinctly cheesy slant. I'll throw in a brief review here for legitimacy: Astral Projection - Ten. Generally harder, more Goa-ish remixes of some of their own tracks. Good stuff, though I haven't heard alot of agreement from the purists.

Glad to hear it. Sun Project and Infected Mushroom are two of the best. Astral Projection is THE best, and Talamasca is decent.

Raja Ram's Stash Bag Volume 3 - Smokers, Jokers, and Midnight Tokers Clearly from the name, and the cover art, it's a total pothead album. But then, it's also a Raja Ram megamix, so you can expect some decent pumping Goa/Psy Trance. Artists include 1200 Micrograms, GMS, Dino, Hypersonic, Nibiru, and others. It's got some vaguely annoying samples thrown in, but overall it's good. In order, the tracks blend into one another and include alot of well-executed electric guitar. Includes goa trance covers of some fairly well known stuff - Popcorn, Paranoid (this one is absolutely awesome), Smells Like Team Spirit... I doubt anyone here listens to anything even remotely like this, but I enjoyed it...despite the expense of importing the CD from Germany.

Hmmm....interrogation bot?

Achtung! Wait, why are you watching that?

Oui! eight

Central air for the win.

Futurama Clone High Undergrads Gary The Rat (though I admit I don't know how long the premise would hold) News Radio (requires the reanimation of Phil Hartman's corpse, but I doubt anyone would object to that) Dead Like Me (I THINK it's cancelled)

7/10 because it appears to be a cheshire cat of sorts.

Conversely: If it is, you are.

Especially if you want to walk the damn thing in the dead of winter.

Having just picked up Decemberunderground...yeah, it's quite good.

The final year of World War 2 is upon me.

New Rise Against is excellent. Haven't heard the new AFI yet, but they're generally good as well. Which I guess by these standards makes me not gay, but not successfully...otherwise...either. Also, I still find the contemporary usage of the term rather odd.

8/10 because my flock is enthusiastic, if unwashed and ignorant.

If they piss in the sink, fill it with tinfoil. Name both of them Snowball.

http://www.venganza.org Flying Spaghetti Monster - The Gospel. 8/10. Not sure why exactly, but it's good.

Yeah, actually...in retrospect, hate may be a little strong for me as well. But you get the idea.

0/10 God damn, how I hate Dragon Ball Z. Its mere existence is like a proverbial splintered rib slowly driving into my lung.