This one time at Writer's Camp…
I was writing a scene in Hell (yes, another Ponce de Leon story) and all of a sudden, Bullet With Butterfly Wings came on and I started rocking out.
Granted, Smashing Pumpkins is probably the godfather of the emo movement (much like how The Cure are for goths), but damn could they play some music. My favorite album, for those of you who may be curious (or may not but hey, my website, you’re going to listen anyways) was Gish, with Siamese Dream right behind it.
There’s not a lot of bands that can claim the ability to force me to drop everything and rock out for 3-5 minutes. The Cruxshadows are one of them, and Smashing Pumpkins is another. Maybe some classic Guns N Roses, but that’s about it (off the top of my head that I can think of right now).
Saw Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol tonight. I wasn’t blown away, but I was underwhelmed either. I’d give it a C+, since the cinematography was pretty decent and the action sequences were pretty damned good. If they’d had less Tom Cruise and more of everyone else it would have gotten a B- easily.
Wrist still hurts but not as bad. I don’t think it’s going to warrant a doctor’s visit yet.
Time for bed. Busy day tomorrow.