Peace throught Power

Enter Title here…apparently…

m4nd0r — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 02:46:58 +0000

I recently came upon the discovery (after that if was all sticky…hahaha,get it ? sticky ? because I came on it ? laugh, I’m being funny now !!), that I want to update my blog in one or all of the cases below :
a) Something meaningful happened recently and I want to talk about something completely different (like I’m doing now)
b) It’s waaay beyond “late night” , going into “really early morning” and I’m “still awake”, instead of “just getting up”.
c) I’m hammered…
Now that I’ve gone through the above, I’m just stuck wondering what sort of literary-nobel-prize-winning-awesome-as-hell masterpiece I’d produce if I combined all items in the list….best not try it, lest I dethrone all contemporary writers, har-har-har.
But seriously though, I should write more often – it gives me peace and transports me to a secluded little pocket sized universe, where there’s just me, the sweet, sweet music of TOOL and the methodical clicks and clanks of my keyboard.
Bullet point No. 1 Fiery death upon the filthy humorless bastards
This has been festering in me for some months now and I really hope one of the below mentioned reads this and laughs – that will make my retribution all the more tasty. On to my point though, PRO-ROCK’s april first joke was that TOOL were coming to Bulgaria – having been at work all night and thus having 0% brain capacity, this made me scream like a little girl, hyperventilate, drool and foam at the mouth a little bit. Upon finding out this was a joke, I proceeded to hyperventilate, drool, foam at the mouth a little bit and scream like and angry god, ready to bring a couple of plagues back into play…
Seriously….what sort of humor is this – I mean, I’m into morbid jokes and shit like that, but wtf ?! When I proceeded to calmly and knowledgably express my feelings via email* to the aforementioned PRO-ROCK magazine, they decided to not dignify me with a response.

* Contents of said email :
Dear PRO-ROCK,
U FUCKIN G FCUKS ILL FUCK YOUR UNBORN BABIES !!!111!1
Kind regards,
A fan
That day a lot of things went through my head and finally I devised this brilliant scheme (humbly so) – I’ll burn their office, burn their homes, burn their relatives ; then I’ll wait until they have children and burn them ; when their children have children, I’ll burn them as well – you can see where this is going, I don’t need to expand further (though my initial chart details the scorching of over 25 generations). You might call that risqué, perhaps even crazy – I call it justice…
Bullet point No. 2 Rambleramblerambleramble
I could go on and on, about how awesome Sonisphere was, but that goes without saying.
I could write about my personal life, as this is after all, the INTERWEBZ, but that’s like what….a sentence? Sentence and a half?
What I were to write about work and education….not pissed off enough at anyone lately…so…that’s a dead end.
That’s about it really…my life seems reduced to long periods of work, followed by short bursts of free time, all of which I spend either with friends or grinding away at some game, with no prospects of anything better along the way. Apropos, I’m glad I don’t update my log often, else I can see myself in 30 years in a dark room writing the draft for my next post down.
Room. Interior. Décor – Desk, laptop, chair. Space – barren. Lighting – no interior or exterior light sources, windowless, faint light from laptop monitor. Man sitting in front of laptop, overweight, bald, wears old shirt, boxer shorts. Scene.
American plan, en face, man is thinking.
FUTURE SELF
I really should get onto finishing this post, my viewers are waiting and this week I hate more than 5 hits…
End.
Since I’ve now spent a total of 21 minutes writing this, here is a short ending – fuck, and more specifically fuck all things in existence ._.

A guide to producing a kick-ass Death/Black/Trash Metal album

m4nd0r — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 04:41:14 +0000

Rule No. 1 – Study Latin
Latin is an awesome! It’s the official language of dark magic and shit! Since you want your new album to scream “the person listening to me is a sociopaths weirdo, who kills chickens in his basement”, make sure at least 90% of your song names are in Latin. Don’t know the language and you’re too lazy to learn? No Problem – open up a bible (borrow one from a normal person) and use works from there you haven’t the slightest idea when they mean!
Rune No.2 – Pentagrams and Death are your best friend
Nothing screams nonconformity and darkness like a pentagram! So have many of them on your album cover. In fact, fuck everything else – make the cover a pentagram comprised of hundreds of smaller pentagrams! Make the CD a pentagram! AWESOMEEE…..!
Now, on to Death. Make sure you get him in the cover (perhaps styled to like another pentagram). If you don’t have death, you’re just a lousy power metal screw-up – start from the beginning ! Make sure death is a robe with evil eyes, and a scythe, and fire, and dead bodies, and maybe teeth, and bones, don’t forget the bones – do that and you’ll be well on your way to having your face in the satanic bible.
Rule No.3 Lyrics
I f you’re not singing about the pagan rituals, violence and blood, death (see above for visualization) and carnage, you’re not doing it right.
Rune No. 4 Virgins
Virgins are the true inner workings of death/black metal and if want to be number one, you have to sacrifice some. Don’t take this too lightly though – make sure to mention that you’re sacrificing female virgins, as DnD and Happy Potter virgins may destroy 97% of your fan base. And always remember – virgins can only be sacrificed within a close proximity to pentagrams. Death is there as well. And blood, don’t forget the blood.
Rule No. 5 Have a ballad
Your album must contact one and ONLY one ballad. It must be in 7/8 and you are practically obligated to use the “jammed garbage disposal” setting of your distortion thingy. Drums have no place in a ballad. Bass players too….in fact, don’t get a base player at all – he’s just another mouth to feed, which you could just as easily sacrifice on a concert – half the expense, double the fan base.
Rule. No. 6 Sing about bullshit
Never sing about serious stuff! If you must however aim to be elitist, spell out your song’s “hidden” symbolism or whatever. You mustn’t let your fans misinterpret your song’s meaning and we all know, 16 year olds aren’t the most perceptive bunch…(16 year olds do not in fact know this as detailed previously).

Rule No. 7 Post your music on social networks
Don’t pay someone to create a website for you and don’t waste your time making one yourself. Other people have already created a website for you! Upload your music there, because let’s face it – no one’s ever going to give you money for that thing you do where you abuse that guitar you got on the flea market for 3$…Make sure your band has any (preferably all) of the following :
a) A Myspace – there be friends with other death/black metal bands including and not limited to Dimmu Borgir and Cannibal Corpse – this will show people that you’re the shit!
b) A facebook page – This is an absolute MUST ! Since it’s 2010 and even your dead relatives have facebook accounts, you need to be there.
c) Twitter – Appropriate uses of a twitter account include, but are not limited to – announcing that your drummer farted; you have genital herpes; you put semen in your vocalist’s drink of virgin blood; your bassist’s….wait, we agreed you’re not getting one of those…

Rule No.8 Recording and releasing albums
Okay, this is the real deal. First and most of all, don’t bother with those posh recording studios. Record all your songs in your garage (perfect acoustics) using the utmost quality 1$ microphone connected to a PC – this will give you a nice trashy (pun intended), heavy and vintage sound you get erections just thinking about.
Second case and point – never release albums – only EPs. They contain less songs, which is less work. Make sure to announce the release of each of your EPs on your myspace, facebook and twitter account. As an added bonus to the staggering 3 fans you will accumulate (per EP), frequent release of EPs will give your fan (probably also known as your cousin) that you’re really hardworking and dedicated even though you spend most of your weekend masturbating to the satanic bible.

Thank you for read…or not, whatever…

Blog Resurrection

m4nd0r — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 19:34:41 +0000

Every once in a while everyone needs to vent….yet once you get to it, the intentions with which you started somehow seem bleak. So you just start writing and see where that gets you – usually it ends with an overflowing ashtray and a half empty bottle or whiskey, your fist in the wall and cursing your brains out. As I see it I’m only half way there – ashtray is full and it sort of reminds me of my current life. Take a cigarette. Now imagine that’s a problem you’re facing in your life – you can either avoid it and put it back in the carton, or you can inhale the sweet nicotine that is the root of the problem. With every drag you take, the problem becomes smaller and the byproduct is just smoke, slowly dissipating into the air, must like your efforts…In the end all you have is the cigarette bud – the root of the problem you tried to face, which you just extinguish in the ashtray – the deepest recess of your mind. When it’s one charred filter or two, it doesn’t bother you – ashtray can handle more than that, right ? As some point in your life though, much like the ashtray, your mind becomes encumbered with all the problem you so tirelessly throw in it.
The point I’m so vividly trying to illustrate is that we all need to purge the ashtray of our mind and make room for the problems and challenges to come. And that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do these past months – emptying my troubled mind, one cigarette bud at a time…I have, since I began this journey of self exploration, found out that I’ve been less than exemplary in my relations with those for whom i care , even with myself. I have since set out to tell everyone what I always couldn’t and do what I never had the balls to do and that’s been working out great for me.
On a brighter note, I’ve been eating less, drinking and smoking more….so…that’s cool right? I’m still unimaginably annoyed at the world around me – in a country where snow is a common thing in February, the government still manages to be “surprised” every time white power rains forth from the sky and the streets never seems to get cleaned up….so politics have reached a new low…; work is work, never enjoyable, always a pain, but I’m not getting into that one due to the slim chance of my bosses reading this. Management, if you are however reading:

[irony] Love ya ! <3 [/irony]

Higher education is fun and it always is when you actually learn something you can use someday from people who give half a flying fuck. Don’t get me wrong – I have the deepest respect some a S-M-A-L-L P-E-R-C-E-N-T-A-G-E of my high school educators (har, har). Midterms were passed, new friends were made and for the time being nothing is rotten in the state of Denmark, so heaven has nothing to correct….or DOES IT ?!
My personal life is as usual near rock bottom. Broke up with a bitch. Bitch’d tripped balls… At least I found out that paranoia, jealousy and a lack of any regard for human emotion are NOT qualities I’d like in my “better half”. I mean….that’s supposed to be my job, right (to be read – hear me roar for I am MAN !). If I believe that there is a person you’re meant to be with, than mine is either chained in a cave in the middle east, being forced to watch girl on girl action over and over until she becomes full on lesbian (or dies, you know – what ever comes first)…which isn’t so bad once you think about it….
That’s all I really wanted to excrete for now, so you can either :

a) Laugh
b) Cry
c) Ridicule me

Please send all answers to priest@armenia.ar no later than I-don’t-care.

Recent frustrations (a cumulative post about shit and crap)

m4nd0r — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:25:50 +0000

So…um…yeah…Guess I haven’t been updating this shit-blog so often, but it’s ok since no one really reads it…and if you do (you know who YOU are) you definitely have a mental disease of something.

So all the shittyness around applying for a university has ended and I fell pretty good about that. Not that I’m happy where I ended – new bulgarian university instead of the medical university…but hey you win some, you lose some…shit happens. And it is precisely because I procrastinate like hell that I didn’t get in. But hey, who needs it right – at the place I’m now and girls are hotter (*to be read – those fictional creatures I have heard about and who don’t actually let me touch them /it’s a joke, don’t make me spell it out/ ).

That put aside I had a pretty fun summer – got to see most of my friends on a daily basis ; went to the seaside for some out-of-home procrastination and other fun stuff. I do need to point out that the beaches have really gone down hill these past few years. Really didn’t notice it last year since I was on a school organized trip and all the bikini ass i saw far familiar to me and well…there wasn’t much mystery there. But this year…wow…my penis wanted to stay back at the hotel rather than existing in the proximity of these…beast for lack of a better word. See, bodily fat makes men look more influential (don’t deny it, you’ve all thought that) whereas with the case of women it’s just fuckin’ appalling. I mean even the beer I was guzzling down, the oh so sweet french fries (ridiculously under-prices btw) and AC/DC booming form the speakers in the beach pub, were unable to make me ignore the rhinoceros on the beach towel 5-6 meters in from of me. It kind of seemed like the once-woman-now-animal was actually displacing the oxygen molecules in the air, leaving only carbon dioxide around itself – that being the only explanation that could possibly explain why i felt nauseous when i passed by that thing. I mean we’re talking serious forest beast here….so much that if a trained hunter would shoot it with 12 gauge duble-barreled Remmington from point blank range he would probably just agitate the creature.

On a brighter note i managed to survive the whole 6 days spent in the company of mad chalga (bulgarian country music) fans without hearing the dreaded music once. Some of you might say „mehh so what“ but…well…fuck you it’s not as easy as it sounds. So shut up. Seriously.

Other than that and a dermatological cyst dangerously close to my ass, the summer was ordinary, with only a few slip-ups which quite frankly i’d rather keep to myslef.

The real reason why i even started disclosing my whole summer here was because of recent frustrations and my need to vent…closely interwoven by the inability of most of my friends to understand why i’m in a shitty mood.

See, I’ve been trying to play this game – Warhammer Online. There was this open beta phase from the 7th to the 13th of this month. I got my keys and everything, cleared my schedule – all so i could enjoy some me-time. Well…that didn’t go as expected. The 7th, when beta registration opened, I eagerly got up at 9:00 CET+1, seeing how the reg pages open at 9:30. And imagine my surprise when at 9:31 the web page and the servers supporting it just crashed, burned, blew up, decimated the city they were in and in general stopped working. From that point on 3 days passed where no one cou8ld actually play the, and i quote “ fully operational beta servers“ . This came to bew known as the saga of „wardrama online“. But hey i managed to get everything up and running the day before yesterday. I really enjoyed my whole 2 days of playing and was counting to enjoy today as well as a final step before buying the aforementioned game. Imagine then my surprise when i come back home and find out the servers are dead….oh ye of little minds – how stupid was i to thing good could come of this.

So it’s 12:19 right now…and I’m writing angrily in my blog….how much i have fallen….

Anyway, to make my final point, the company hosting the European game servers is GOA (you may recall dark ages of camelot). And you see, the this about GOA is…that they are FRENCH. GOD DAMN FRENCHYS. OH HOW I HATE THEM ! WHO LEFT THEM TO EXIST ALL THESE YEARS ! I MEAN COME ON THEY DON’T HAVE A MILITARY VICTORY SINCE THE TRIBAL STAGE OF HUMAN EVOLUTION, HOW HAVE WOULD IT HAVE BEEN TO COUNQUER THEM……SHITCOCK !

By the way this should not really be considered a racial slur, since I’m just mad – on normal days i hate all the nations and races equally – so fuck you and fuck off shitfuck motherfuckers.

Anyway that’s about it…i should totally stop writing now…

….but i can’t…

..i’m hooked….

…ze blog…she callz for meh…

…whatever…

-____-“

Tele-crime – shit sux

m4nd0r — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:33:58 +0000

I know it’s old news but this stuff is really getting to me.
In case anyone doesn’t know about this – it’s those people, who spy on old people and at a point phone them, saying is in and is now at . The only way to supposedly help said family member is to meet „a friend of his“ and give him $$$$$ so that he can bribe someone and gtfo. These guys have managed to freak my grandparent 3 times already ! The first time I was around (luckily) and manager to arrange a meeting with the „contact“ …who I then beat senseless.And yet they still persist. Today my grand pappy got a call from some fucker – good thing the old man hasn’t lost his mind yet and told the guy to go fuck himself.

I mean I understand crime in general. Fraud too. But leeching from old people while claiming their loved ones are in deep shit ? That’s just wrong ! What kind of a spineless person does that ?
Meh… That just grinds my gears.

On a lighter note, last week or so i’ve been in this really crappy mood and somehow now I’m not. Ha, funny how crap unfolds. No, seriously there is no reason for this, but I am partially happy.
Whatever.

mood : crappy to crappy-good*
playin’ : Atari Teenage Riot – Speed*

* I don’t know where this came from.

…What’s wrong with me o_O; .

french fries and cianide, a window do not make

m4nd0r — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 20:06:18 +0000

Hi, know that I hate ?

COMMUNISM !

….bye.

boredome + procrastination = bacon

m4nd0r — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 19:41:35 +0000

I suddenly decided to start updating this shithole weblog thingie. And now due to popular demand (1 out of 1 people requested it) in English. Sitting at home all day studying for some bogus university entrance exams made me think „hey why don’t i do something meaningless “ and sure enough here it is – and let me make a promise for this and future posts here – the meaningless coefficient is going to skyrocket through roof.

So anyways I decided today’s bag of feces to be about education – ’tis popular , ’tis shitty and as promised – lacks meaning coming from a douche bag like me.

I have this little question to ask all the crappy teachers – What the fuck is your problem ?! Get a fucking grip byetches….. seriously the Bulgarian education system is devoid of any principals and overall goals. It’s a system where the teachers excrete feces upon the students, and the student / blinded by says feces/ walk around blindly without a shred of education.

I’d love to gather numerous examples of the social degradation in our schools but due to the fact that I am lazy and in fact don’t care – you’re going to have to settle for Second English High School Sofia-Bulgaria. As a senior year student there I’ve had to sit through countless sessions of crap and crap again. I challenge any shitfuck that reads this to find a semi-qualified teacher in said school.

Example of incompetence No.1 – Seconds semester school schedule features the so called „blank periods“ where in the middle of the school day – let’s say 3rd period you have…..nothing. Ofc after that you have 3-4 more periods or buttcrap as I plan on referring to them from this point on. And that’s because all the at least quasi-intelligent teachers left the school a few months back.

Tomorrow a new principal steps forth to preside over our dear dump. Now you might be thinking „well if it’s a dump, change might be good“ and „the old one sucked donkey shlong“, but well you’re wrong so fuck off. The old principal was an elderly cunt who stole money from us and had an attitude to boot. Despite her being voted Mrs. Hugest-Vagina-Ever, she ran the school like a military district ; her English is way more than semi-decent ; had a sense of humor ; kept everything tidy. Now you can see my problem with this new old fag-woman – she doesn’t understand a word of English ; is from the country-side /yaaaay/ and doesn’t know shit/care about the school’s traditions. We’re totally in for some freaky shit.

Stuff to babble about No.2 : Everyone born after 1991. What is up with those little wankers ? o.O; K, I realize me and my classmates are the last ones to get a certificate from IIELS – next year they’re probably gonna rename the school to II English Buttsecks and gay bondage School……seriously. So anyway onto the buttholes that are the 8th through 11th grades (exceptions there but too few to mention). I walk around school and I see it all – from groupie whores with huge gaping vaginas to down right homosexual buttfucking bastards. Now it’s one thing to go your local barbershop and ask for a „fashionable yet question able“ haircut, it’s quite another to pull your hair in front of your eyes /hence blocking all visibility/, slam on a System of a Down T-shirt, black jeans and blackish-pink sneakers (yes, you read correctly) – and this from a BOY /sort of at least/. I was nanoseconds away from making a belt from this kid’s skin – too bad i was running late for a period of beer and unintentional flirting with a couple of questionably single females (prolly got AIDS or some shit). Also I need it to be noted – sitting with some buds on the benches behind school, drinking some beers, when this girl comes up – note she IS a minor from the 8th grade /newbie/ and asks if one of us could go the nearby liquor store and by her and her MINOR friends some vodka. Again, after i overcame the shock I was about to beat her silly and stuff sharp pointy things in her anus….. luckily i got distracted by a pair of nice breasts that passed by (can’t say if they were just flying or attached to body or some shit).

Seriously what the fuck… What the fuck God, what the fuck, you sick fuck, you……

Aaaaah nuff ranting fer 2day….

Pantsman, Protector of…..just screw off

Петте най-интересни имена на песни vol.2 : Bad Religion

m4nd0r — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 19:03:24 +0000

Предполагам, че пънко, всъщност няма да умре. Но оригиналността на песните му загива бавно.

1. Bad Religion – Against the Grain – Някои се борят/пеят срещу политически системи, репресии и тн., но НЕ ! Ние се борим срещу зърното !

2. Bad Religion – Ten in 2010 – Десет какво ? Десет лимона ? Десет краставици ? Десет кила ?

3. Bad Religion – Let Them Eat War – С лъжица ! За да им е по-гадно !!!

4. Bad Religion – The Hippie Killers – Хяхяхя има всякакви хора в днешно време

5. Bad Religion – Don’t Prаy On Me – Ей ! Гнъхав ! Кво се молиш върху мен вее ? o_O

Scheiße

m4nd0r — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 18:49:35 +0000

Баси, чак сега осъзнавам, колко съм изпуснал от състоялия се в Каварна фестивал. Само гледайки в youtube как пеят Българския национален химн ме метна в тъча. Нещо в мен някакси умря….е нищо да аз съм си оптимист – ще дойдат пак и тогава ще късам глави за билетченце ^_^. Все едно де, в неделя направихме една хубава планина с едни приятели, което някакси ми отвлече вниманието от меноуар.

Току що прегледах всички нови попълнения на сайта на уорхамър онлайн и просто отброявам дните до Януари 2008, когато официално аз спирам да съществувам в реалния свят. Пускам корени в стола и ставам растение…яко, ех ?

Междувременно ми свърши сезона и нямам повече тренировки по ръгби до есента….твърде не-яко…ся кво ще правя цяло лято :/ уърк ай гес. пръц.

Найтуиш.Минало.Настояще.Бъдеще.

m4nd0r — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 18:47:57 +0000

Найтуиш е финландска симфонична/готичекса метъл група. В малко повече от 10те си години заедно, групата успява да популяризира и да придаде ново лице на симфоничния метъл – лицето на вокалистката Тария Турунен, която със своя глас спечелва сърцата на милиони фенове по цял свят. Още в първите си години Nightwish стават хит в родната си страна и по света, оглавявайки всякакви метъл и рок класации. През годините те много работят върху стила си, докато накрая, в албума си Once създават звук, неможещ да се причисли към какъвто и да е жанр. Оперното пеене на Тария, съчетано с леки симфонични и тежки метъл музикални моменти, определят място на групата на върха на Европейската хард рок и метъл сцена.

Естествено групата функционира като добре смазана машина – всяка малка частичка изпълняваща своята уникална роля, всяка частичка е важна за работата на метъл механизма. С напускането на Тария през 2005 г. бъдещето на групата изглеждаше предначертано, но въпреки това те не се отказаха и намериха новата си вокалистка в лицето на Анет Олзън. Гласът на новата дама не притежава богатата палитра от тоналности, които притежаваше този на Тария. Дали това ще превърне найтуш в поредната безлична метъл група ? Дали това е краят на популярността на групата ? Дали да си направя кюфтета за вечеря ?

Отговори на всички тези въпроси ще получим в близко бъдеще. В момента групата подготвя няколко лайф изяви както и нов албум, който ще излезе на пазара септември. Успеваемостта на този албум може да е решаваща за бъдещето на Найтуиш с новата им вокалистка.

Ще поживеем, пък ще видим.