BRONZE place
Killola news
(good news)
This viral video (viral by 2008 standards) featuring not one but TWO members of Killola (the little girl is not a member of Killola) happened last year, but guess who didn't see it then? Probably you, but me too.
This is neat and everything, but it's not the best exciting news. I'll show you the best news now, if you think you're ready...
Please observe where it says "New record (in) 2020". Guys. The last Killola release came out in 2013, just a few months after I found them, and then ZOOM they went on hiatus.* (And that E.P. can probably be considered their peak, even with that one song in the middle that's super quiet for some reason.) I'm ashamed to say it, but I basically gave up hope of ever receiving new Killola music. I don't deserve new Killola music because I didn't believe, but I will listen anyway and weep.
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SILVER place
The Beths
(music band)
Critics have called The Beths the best new band since Skating Polly, and I might be forced to agree. In fact, right now I'd say they're pretty much the BETHS thing around. (laugh aloud!)
I commanded my sister to listen to The Beths, and after hearing their top tracks on Spotify she said the only one she liked was Idea/Intent. Even though just between you and me I find her music taste questionable at times (she doesn't like Killola...um...?), I'll oblige her pick and put it up for you.
I commanded my sister to listen to The Beths, and after hearing their top tracks on Spotify she said the only one she liked was Idea/Intent. Even though just between you and me I find her music taste questionable at times (she doesn't like Killola...um...?), I'll oblige her pick and put it up for you.
Not that this isn't a good The Beths song. It totally is. But me (myself), I happen to think The Beths are batting 1000% with the songs they've released so far - that's 14 for fourteen - and I'm confident they'll catch up to The Beatles in number of good songs within the next 18 months or so. (If you're wondering, The Beatles have 73* good songs, the most of any band ever until The Beths catch and pass them going so fast their old corpses explode into dust.) As if that wain't exciting enough, me and The Beths are currently in talks to add them to my top 20 favorite bands, which is a fantastic opportunity for any artist, let alone one so new to the scene. Stay tuned!
*they'll have 74 if I ever find myself liking "I Am the Walrus for Some Reason" for some reason.
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GOLD place
Rose Namajunas
(UFC fighter)
A few days ago human Skipper doll Paige Van Zant posted this #2015 #throwback photo to Instagram. I’m trying to imagine the fighter new MMA fans are picturing when they wonder, in awe, “Who did this to you?!” and the answer comes back, “Thug Rose”...
If you're playing at home and you are not imagining a 160 lb. tatted Chola, but instead a small homebody white girl who travels with an "emotional support animal"...you're good. (Don't worry, all that blood is from a (relatively) small cut on her cheek, it just got smeared all over when Rose trapped her in a headlock and gave her a "nuclear noogie.")
It's always nice to dust off the old smitteness receptors in my brain after a little downtime, and ever since I started obsessively poring over every detail of, or "following," Rose's career, it's like my smitteness receptors are taking it in every hole. The most critical ingredient to this effect has got to be her smile, which is somehow both infectious and therapeutic to the max, maybe the best one I know of. I mean, this thing is a high beam. And even if she had a grain of pepper or something, hypothetically, between her teeth - and this is purely a thought experiment - her smile would still be a work of great art; that's how powerful it is. Powerful enough to get me into MMA, apparently, which I've never managed to give more than a passing crap about, but sometimes all you need's the right ambassador.
Rose has her detractors, so-called "anti-Rosers," who like to point out that someone who cries before and after and during her fights is too sensitive to be called a "thug" (Hey, thugs don't have >diaries<!), but the type of person who would get their TAPOUT shirt bunched over such a thing is not exactly the kind of person that demands to be taken seriously, let alone the kind of person with working smitteness receptors. (Can't we all just have a little collective chuckle over the irony and get on with our day?)
Anyway, you know what they say about h8ers, right? Like, that saying...about what h8ers can't stop doing...because of their unfortunate programming...which isn't necessarily their fault but they can still be judged for it? So fuck 'em, cause it's a thug life.
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p.s. And if that buffoonicus Conor McGregor so much as destroys her psyche again, so help me god I will beat his K.Y.W.! (His you know what!)
p.s. again: By the way, I'm not a
martial arts expert, but it kinda seems like Jessica Andrade's dangerous Super Crotch Lift can possibly be
annulled if Rose hooks her hands together around Andrade's leg/knee? IDK,
I'll get Rose on the horn and tell her my idea before the rematch.]
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