Subterranean Beefworks

It's all relative to the size of your steeple.

Let me begin first by saying Fuck You, Fugimax, you self-absorbed high-riding gold-bricking little twit! You completely ruined the celebratory 100th comment with your ever-predicable sarchasm.

I hope that was sufficiently over-the-top.

As much as the media enjoyed devouring Marilyn Manson with their acidic criticism, they did a wonderful job of filtering out only his best songs for mainstream air-play. After my recent aquisition of MM's discography, I have come to realize that there are very few songs besides his 'debut' hit "The Beautiful People" and that other song from Mechanical Animals (both of which are the only ones I can think of that ever achieved even moderate air-time) that are even worth listening to. Granted, any given Manson song makes for great listening after messy breakups or before street brawls, but their utility and virtue doesn't go a great deal further than that.

It bears mentioning however, that even just listening to his music is kind of a rush. Not because it has any specific musicallity, but rather because it almost feels like you're breaking the law. His threat to civilization has been trumped up almost as much as the threat of marijuana. I mean, watching the television I see Bush asking God to bless the country, I see that those who mint our money trust in God, I read about how the middle east hates us because of how they worship the wrong god, and then there's Manson up on stage flinging feces and pig blood at all accepted Dogmas. You've got to respect that.

I have oustanding respect for Marilyn Manson. The few times I have heard him speak have shown me that he is a highly intelligent man. He shocks for the sake of shock, but carries with him a philosophy that gives a point to all of it. Beneath the makeup is a man of conviction who has his finger on the pulse of society. He also just happens to be dragging a razor blade across the pulse as well.

He was also cool with hide, and any friend of hide is okay in my book.

College though. Fucking A. The workload isn't even that bad yet, but because much of the material has been presented in such uninteresting ways, I find myself oppressed and nearly slacking off in silent protest (Don't worry, Mom, I am still going to get my 5th year free). What I believe is that I am still adhering to the habits I had in highschool and during my stint at RIT. I am a B slacker. The difference in effort required to get B's compared to A's is astronomical, and so far I just haven't been convinced that B's are unacceptable. I am on the verge of another self-improvement kick though, and so I hope to soon turn my mediocrity around. It will be far more rewarding to work hard and then play hard, as opposed to work barely, and play somewhat hard.

Lots to sort out in my head. On that note, I am going to return this borrowed laptop and try to convey to the girl at the returns desk that I think she's particularly cool.

Posted by Alchemae at September 15, 2003 01:30 PM