On the weekend I met one of the ex-guitarists from the Hungarian death metal group, Blood Rainbow. He's not in this vid, but I thought I'd post it anyhow.
He was a funny guy. I met him at a the party that John, who teaches English as a second language, took me and
Steph to. I had all sorts of fun telling George the varied ways you can use shit in a sentence. He has the shits, to mean he's angry; he has the shits, to refer to his friend who had diarrhea. And so on and so forth. Apparently, this is what John teaches on a regular basis. Teaching at its finest, I tell you.
Anyhow: it feels like I'm coming down with something right now, which, yeah, is exactly what I need, but also explains the lethargy of the last few days. If things continue to be light I'll just post Hungarian death metal videos for you all. Or maybe Doom Metal. I didn't even know there was such a sub genre, but apparently there is. There should be Doom Fiction. Pub Fiction. Psychedelic Fiction. Hair Fiction. Speed Fiction. Black Fiction. Well, I suppose there is the last, which has always struck me as being a bit of a shame, since there's not this thing called White Fiction. Maybe we could have all kinds of colour fiction. I want to be known as the author who wrote Turquoise Fiction.
I want that written on my tombstone.
"He wrote Turquoise Fiction, but could never tell you what it was, exactly."