DisOne

No snack, get smack.

Had my last night out in my adopted country before flying back to my native country to spend time with my terminally ill mom. She passed away in November. I’ve just spent 4 months clearing her place and only need to finalise a few financial things before I can return to my adopted home.

Having spent almost a year in my old country, I’ve realised I feel more part of the new country than the old. It’s my home now. I’ll probably never return to my old country again because I’ve nothing to go back for. I’m excited and hoping my next birthday will be at home.

Whipping Boy, an Irish alt rock band, late 90s Birmingham: I’d never even heard of them before a friend dragged me along. Jaw-flappingly stunning vocals, great songs, lyrics, instrumentation. Thought they were going places, especially on finding a couple of singles/EPs and the album Heartworm, but they broke up not long after. I bought everything they put out and still love when their stuff randomly plays on shuffle.

So a Butlerian Jihad then?

Yes. I’ve only experienced it in 2 countries, neither being the US, but both equally unpleasant.

The ingredients are ok. It’s the bread. It smells weird, tastes awful and nowadays I can’t even walk past their stores without holding my nose.

Heh. Made me think of a line from Strange Glue by Catatonia, ‘…when faced with my demons, I clothe them and feed them…’. I’m now going to see this image whenever I hear that song

Yes, bad all round I guess

The Wikipedia article said he beat her with a paddle in front of their other children the day before. And didn’t buy her anti-psychotic medications because their pastor believed all mental illness was demonic