Overall? Between the Buried and Me
By genre?
Black Metal - White Ward (Slavs Ukraini!), Ihsahn
Death - First Fragment, Ulcerate
Instrumental - Animals as Leaders, CHON
(Post-)Hardcore - The Fall of Troy
Progressive (that isn’t BTBAM) - Protest the Hero, Ne Obliviscaris
Hell yeah love that blog. I should see if Triethylaluminium is in there…I briefly had an internship working with it and handling pyrophorics in a vacuum glove box was a certain sort of thrill to be sure.
With enough thermite anything is possible
Not so much what I want done with my corpse but what I’d like to do with my life; die on Mars.* Even if it means lithobraking into Olympus Mons due to a miscommunication about imperial and metric units.
However, I have a few other ideas as well.
Most epic; funeral pyre boat.
Most metal; feed my corpse into a woodchipper and use the viscera for fertilizer.
Most likely; buried a bit shallow under a young sapling.
*: Excellent album by the Callous Daoboys
I reserve ‘cunt’ and ‘dumb bitch’ as especially strong, disrespectful expletives to call a woman.
When I say “Fuck that dumb bitch TERF cunt JK Rowling” it carries the hurt and ire of a broken childhood love of Harry Potter. The series itself was incredibly important to me and provided a world I could escape to when the real world was overwhelming. The hate and bigotry that cunt has shown breaks my heart and sullies too many childhood memories to describe.
I was deeply inspired to pursue engineering after watching the first Falcon 9 boosters land themselves. I was enamored by the idea of using my little blip in humanity’s timeline to assist our expansion to another planet. I wanted to contribute to something important, something that turned many brilliant minds towards an achievement that would eventually benefit the entirety of mankind.
I even hopped on the Tesla train; I recognized the existential threat that carbon emissions bore as well as the damaging, restrictive nature of building a society that scorns public transportation and promotes individual car ownership.
I didn’t worship Elon so much as admired the causes he was advancing. That admiration withered over the years but my dream of contributing to the colonization of Mars helped me push through the ten years it took to earn my four year engineering degree. As details of his derangement came out, as he acquired twitter and more overtly spread his billionaire propaganda, that dream started to fade. The fascist salutes at Trump’s inauguration crushed those dreams and ground them into a dust too fine to even attempt a rebuild.
My jaded ass still wants to benefit humanity so I’ve set my eyes on climate science, even as the country I was born in denies the havoc and damage our relentless consumption has wrought. Not just denial, but outright derision and contempt for the future of our world. Thus I hope to take my dreams elsewhere, hoping to find a culture with a clearer view of the consequences we must face and the changes we must make to preserve our planet.
I’d start with either Citadel or Exul. PLEASE return with your assessment.