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Dear Porocrom readers… After a year or so of not posting, I am again… Well… Posting. This time, though, it is not to bring you our pure comedic genius. The tidings now are bad, sadly. Porocrom, the blog you all know and love, has come to an impasse. It is with great sadness that I must announce to you the grim future of Porocrom, brought upon it by the sheer atrocities committed by Crommunist and me (mostly Crommunist though).

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I’ve wanted to do a BIL on this band, but they’ve only produced two albums, so I feel it might be a bit premature. Instead, I’m going to review their latest album.

Billy Talent: Billy Talent II

This album was released in June of 2006, the long-anticipated sequel to 2003’s Billy Talent.

Track Listing

1. Devil in a Midnight Mass (released as a single)

• Relative rating: 3/13
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“Devil in a midnight mass, he preyed behind stained glass/A memory of Sunday class resurrected from the past.”

This first offering from this album (to both the album owner and the radio listener) shows a darker side to the band that wasn’t fully explored on their first album. The song is an obvious reference to the many recent cases of child abuse perpetrated by priests in the Catholic church. Musically this is a hard-rockin’ song that really doesn’t give the listener any breaks, a somewhat fitting motif considering the subject matter of the song.

2. Red Flag (released as a single)

• Relative rating: 1/13
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I’m really not sure how I feel about this song. It’s definitely my least favourite from the album: rather simplistic and almost Sum41-esque in its style. The lyrics aren’t bad, but it strikes me a bit too much like a Linkin Park or Simple Plan attempt to resonate with a marginalized teen audience with bulging pockets. It’s still Billy Talent, and that redeems this song.

3. This Suffering

• Relative rating: 8/13
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This song has an almost melancholy feel, despite being a hard-rockin’ face-bangin’ anthem. I really like the echo effects in the first couple lines of each verse. This song begins to scratch the surface of some of the depth that is seen more clearly in subsequent tracks on this album. For this album, it’s a middle-of-the-road type of song, somewhat forgettable, but it’s still a great song on its own.

4. Worker Bees

• Relative rating: 12/13
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“We take our orders given by the queen, we’re not the killers we’re the worker bees”

Wow… that’s all I can say listening to this song. The metaphor contained in this song is one of the best I’ve heard from a punk rock band, a genre dominated (in my experience) by overbearing symbolism. This song is definitely the most intelligent on the album, as it takes a song that sounds like a war anthem and overlays a strong anti-war satirical portrayal of grunt soldiers as worker bees. I hope Bush plays this one for the troops… If you have ANY opinion on the U.S. involvement in the middle-east, give this song a listen.

5. Pins and Needles

• Relative rating: 13/13
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“Never understood how she could mean so little to so many, why does she mean everything to me?”

This has quickly become one of my favourite songs of all time. If we can ignore the lyrics for just a moment, this song is the most musically poignant and powerful song on this album. The guitar line that runs behind this track gives it a certain level of sophistication, but it’s the tune that makes this song stand out the most. Deeply passionate and emotionally raw, this track is easily the standard by which all other Billy Talent can be judged. Have a listen and see if you agree. The only bone I have to pick with this song is that it is TOO SHORT. I have to listen to it 2 or 3 times before I am satisfied.

6. Fallen Leaves (released as single)

• Relative rating: 9/13
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“In a crooked little town they were lost and never found, fallen leaves on the ground”

Again, because this is such a great album, some of the middling songs are easily overlooked. This song, like most of the others on this album, discusses a serious social topic. In this case, drug use and addiction in urban youth. There’s really nothing particular to SAY about this song… except that it is also good.

7. Where is the Line?

• Relative rating: 2/13
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“Urban Hipster, the new gangster… fronting by the club/New wave mannequins packing haircuts, instead of packing guns”

It’s about friggin’ TIME those hipsters drew some ire from the mainstream. If you don’t know what a hipster is, go read http://www.catandgirl.com. This is a biting rebuke to anyone who has snobbed someone over not having the right shoes or listening to the wrong music. Not one of my favourites musically, but still a great song lyrically.

8. Covered in Cowardice

• Relative rating: 6/13
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“Twisted tongues will place you in their category. Face to face you’ll hear them tell a different story”

Yet another legitimately good but overshadowed song on this album. These relative ratings are difficult to do on an album like this, because even the worst song on this album is a decent song on its own. This song is an attack of hypocrisy, admonishing the listener to “beware the voice without a face”. This song shows a decent amount of musical contrast, and the lyrics are tight.

9. Surrender

• Relative Rating: 4/13
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“She reads a book from across the street, waiting for someone she’ll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two, wonders why I’m always in a good mood”

I never really got into this song. It’s another melancholy ballad-type, but it doesn’t resonate as strongly with me as Pins and Needles. Lyrically and musically somewhat straightforward, this song just doesn’t stand out for me compared to the rest of this album.

10. The Navy Song

• Relative Rating: 11/13
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“Time, rolling along with the waves a thousand miles away, holding you close in the rain, seems just like yesterday…”

This song is commonly mislabeled as 'In the Fall’ but it’s actually called 'The Navy Song’. I’ll give you all a second to go change your downloaded mp3s… okay done? Good.

This song is somewhat related to 'Worker Bees’ except without the metaphor. The song is sung from the point of view of a navy recruit, shipping out for the first time. It’s a tragic song, but powerful and well-written. The band has managed once again to take a hard-rock approach to a song and temper it with underlying softness that sets up a great contrast and makes for a good song.

11. Perfect World

• Relative Rating: 5/13
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“All we shared was a mattress and a lie and an address…”

I guess every album needs a 'I’m glad we broke up’ song. It’s not the greatest song on the record, really straightforward and forgettable. Once again there isn’t a whole lot to say about this track… except that nobody should use “Control Alt Deleted” as a song lyric.

12. Sympathy

• Relative Rating: 7/13
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“A slap in the face, and I can’t erase these things that you say, don’t make it all okay it’s not okay”

Despite its lower rating, this is actually a decent song. The content is innovative: a request that a person not be overly sympathetic. Maybe it’s only because I agree with the subject matter that I like this song, but it’s a pretty decent track. Apparently this song was written about Stephen Harper. Way to stick it to that helmet-haired weirdo.

13. Burn the Evidence

• Relative Rating: 10/13
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“In a garage beside a house there is a luxury sedan, and for his next monthly installment he’s gonna go out with a bang…”

Out of all the songs on the album, this is probably the best to end it with. It’s a strong offering that alternates between a softer side and a very fast-paced, hard and edgy sound. This song, surprisingly, talks about the pain of forced retirement and depression in the newly-unemployed. I’ve seen bands discuss subjects relevant to groups younger than themselves, but rarely have I ever seen songs written for older people.

Overall impression

I’ve used the term 'album’ a few times in this review, and I feel like I am not being accurate: this is really a collection of songs. There’s not really a unifying theme or any attempt to create mood or feeling in the song mixture. It’s really more accurate to call this a record rather than an album.

The album is actually very aptly titled. Billy Talent II seems like the other half of Billy Talent. The two albums complement each other quite well, and are idiomatically very similar. Without being repetitive, the second album almost seems like a continuation of the first. One thing you will notice that is strikingly different is that Ben Kowalewicz doesn’t scream as much. Instead of using it as the focus of songs (i.e. 'Line and Sinker’) it is now used sparingly as an effect to add intensity. Another thing even casual listeners will notice is that there is a lot more depth to these songs. They show internal contrast and thematic changes. That being said, there’s not a lot of differences between each song (at least musically speaking). The middle songs are essentially interchangable to the casual listener, as most use the same guitar effects and musical arc.

Overall, this is a collection of good songs. Nothing on this album scores below a 3 out of 5, and a number of them score 4.5 or 5. The band has shown its willingness to develop its sound, and I hope that translates into a more album-like album.

I give this album 3.5 out of 5 stars.

To buy or not to buy?

This is an album worth having almost for the art alone. If you liked Billy Talent (the first album) you should go out and buy this album. It’s got everything you liked about the first one, with some more mature touches and great songs. If you haven’t heard the first album, you should go buy this album. Billy Talent is a great band, and this is a great bunch of songs by them. If you didn’t like the first album, then this one is probably not for you. I’m glad I bought it… even though I lost it shortly afterwards :P

Sacrilege Alert
If you aren’t mature enough to realize that all forms of organized religion are inherently hilarious, then you should probably not read this post. I know you’re going to ANYWAY, because fundamentalists are too stupid to read disclaimers… or regulate their bowel movements (yes, I wrote a poo joke).

Despite countless (read: 2) attempts to get Poromenos to pen (read: key) a post about religious/public holidays (read: Mr. Callaghan, I had sex with your daughter and took pictures), he has refused to do so. And so it is upon me once more to bring you Porocrom’s interpretation of…

The Easter Story

From what I could research, while getting really baked and flipping through Easter specials on daytime TV, the Easter celebration is based upon the Pagan festival of Eoster, a fertility and rebirth festival. It is during this time that Christians celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, who in the spirit of killer rock bands everywhere, did a wicked encore by coming back from the dead. To honor this feat, rockers everywhere still bear his trademark hairstyle.

The story goes something like this. Jesus was chillin’ at the crib with his homies (Peter, Paul, Mary, Simon… Judas was there… some short bearded guy named Gimli I think… anyway there were like 13 of them until they convinced Bilbo to be the burglar) when he was like “Hey, it’s passover. Let’s go into town and like, eat some stuff.” Biblical scholars have cleaned up the ancient Aramaic language so now it says “Blessed are the breadmakers, for they are 30% off with in-store coupon.”

And they went to town and ate supper, posed for the now-famous painting, and had a generally wild time. At the end of dinner, Jesus (in a particularly fanciful mood) took some bread and passed it around and said to everyone “This is my body you eat.” I can only assume he said this after they ate the bread because I don’t care when in history it is, that’s pretty gross. Then, as a great followup gag, he pronounced the wine to be his blood, proving once and for all that Jesus is an ancient ancestor of the Kool-Aid man.

They went out to the garden to take a nap, when the cops showed up and busted up the Brokeback Mount of Olives reunion tour. Peter cut off some dude’s ear, proving once and for all that Mike Tyson is a biblical scholar. They took Jesus and interviewed him, but because he was lousy at producing sound-bytes, they decided to kill him in the most humane way possible: nailing him to a big fucking plank of wood.

Luckily for our hero, he was able to get his daddy to pull his ass out of trouble, proving once and for all that George W. Bush is a true Christian (or Satan incarnate, our scientologists are working round the clock…). Everyone was really bummed out, except for Caiaphas the high priest and Annus, his father in law, who are quoted in a recently discovered manuscript (the gospel according to Porocrom) thusly:

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Annus: WTF?
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But as we all know, Jesus, like disco, refused to stay dead. He rose from the grave, which was considered to be a good move by everyone except the funeral home who had to refund the disciples’ money. He then made a covenant with all mankind in perpetuity: he swore to come down the chimney every Easter and bring chocolate eggs to all the good boys and girls of the world. And to the bad boys and girls, eternal damnation.

So if you have been good this year, expect a big chocolate surprise underneath the Easter tree (if you are a dog owner, make sure it is not steaming before you eat it) (yes, two poo jokes in one post). If you have been a bad boy, go to church and confess your sins to a guy in a big dress. If you’ve been a bad girl, go to my room and await a spunking… I mean spanking… no I don’t.

Joyeux paque, tout le monde.

My life must be pretty uninteresting these days, because I am posting another installment of…

This edition focuses on yet another rapper. I realize that technically he isn’t a BAND, but he might as well be. This is an artist that was also referred to me by Ken, who is way more up on the hip-hop scene than I am. This is a guy who is often referred to as a 'triple-threat’ for his skills as an MC, a DJ and a producer. I’ve never heard anyone rhyme quite like…

Scram Jones

Listening to Scram is almost like listening to a standup comedian mixed with Dr. Seuss… mixed with the streets of New York. According to interviews, he’s been mixing since he was 15, and pretty much involved in every part of the underground he could get into since then. It’s interesting to hear about a white guy making it big in an industry that is essentially 100% black (except the lawyers), but what is even more interesting is that he does it better than 99% of these so-called ganstas from the hoods of various cities. I’ve never heard any of the top 10-selling artists spit with the same level of artfullness as Scram (with special exception being made for Kanye West).

There’s something almost playful about the way that Scram raps. I’ve never heard anyone else (in rap or outside of rap) put this kind of a spin on rhyming. It’s not something that can be adequately conveyed in text alone, but I’m going to try. This is a cut from his track “Change Ya Rosta”

I almost lost my 20/20 drinking 20/20, The kind of kid that they would talk about on 20/20 Take the rims off of a Jeep, I got 20 20s, Sell 'em for 400 apiece, just give me 20 20s. ... Y’all don’t know the shit you’re in I’ll leave you in a pool of of piss now you’re in urine And you can’t get out 'cause once you’re in, you’re in Now you wanna spaz out like (Yrrrin! Yrrrin!)

Again, it’s not something that can really be conveyed through reading it, but I swear, this guy’s unbelievable. He’s got these incredible one-liners that clearly show off both his comedic genius for even coming up with these things, but his artistic genius as well for fitting them into a rhyme. In fact, those of you who know me well know I love making outrageous analogies or similies… I got it from Scram. Some of my favourites are:

“Two bitches gave me mono, now I’ve got stereo”
“I tried to become a vegetarian but it was hard to stop cold turkey”
“My flow is like lard, PHAT. While your style’s on a diet with no carbs”
“Yeah your rhyme’s the shit… why? 'cause it’s crap”
“I used to ride with no hands on the handlebars/now my hand’s on the mike, watch me handle bars”

The list goes on, and Scram fans will undoubtedly say “What about this one?” but you get the idea. If you are a hip-hop fan AT ALL... at all at all at all… check out Scram Jones. He’s a bit undeground, so it may be a little difficult to get your hands on the goods. If you’re Jonesin’ really bad, e-mail me and I’ll see what I can do.

Tracks to Check Out

- Back to Back (f. Rob Swift & X-cutioners) – Air it Out (f. Jack Venom) – Heavy Metal (f. Kool G. Rap) – 3’s Company (f. Swigga & Eddie Brock) – Line Up (f. Styles P.) – Change Ya Rosta – Liquid Heat

Seriously… check this guy out!

I was blissfully sleeping, when the doorbell rang. I wake up and look at the clock, it was 11 am (I had slept at 6, so normal wake-up time was at 2). Cursing my luck, I stumble down the stairs, in my pajamas, still half-asleep. Wondering who could it be at this early hour (and still the doorbell was ringing), I open the door window (my door has a rather large window in its middle, so you don’t have to open the entire door) and I see this Albanian dude, about 40 years old, looking at me.

“Hello”, he says, with a distinctly Albanian accent. “What the fuck do you want”, I say, only to realise that I had thought of it, and not actually said it, so I go “yes?”. “I would like to know how much my Christmas bonus should be”, he says. I look at him for a few seconds while I try to figure out if I’m still dreaming, when I decide that no, I could never make this stuff up.

“What?” I ask. “I would like to know how much my Christmas bonus should be”, he repeats. “Yes, I heard that, I don’t know how much it should be” I say. Really, what do I look like, an accountant? That did not seem to stop him, though.

“They said I had to go to the 2nd floor to ask”, he says, pointing at the internal stairway in my house, which was visible from the door. “Maybe I should go up there?”
“Oh like hell you’re going up there”, I think, but wanting to maintain the already high level of the conversation, I say “no”.
“I want to know how much my Christmas bonus should be, can you help me?”
At this point a thought crosses my mind. “Noone can be this stupid”, I think. “It’s something else he wants. He probably wants to stab me and rob my house. Why did he do this at 11 am? Why not 11 pm?”. I also realised at that point that the key was on the door (on the inside, but easily reachable) and that I didn’t have my knife with me, so I could only defend myself with melee combat if he decided to pull any tricks.

I look at him suspiciously.

He looks at me stupidly.

“Is there a superlisor (sic) here?”
“A what?”
“A superlisor.”
“No, there’s noone here.”

Seriously. You ring a doorbell, someone in their pajamas that obviously just woke up answers, you look inside, it looks like a house, with tables, couches, a kitchen, the works. How the hell could it have a supervisor?

“So you can’t tell me how much my Christmas bonus is?”
“No, sorry.”
“I have been working for six months, how much should I get?”
“I can’t help you, sorry.” (= Who gives a fuck?!)
“Oh, okay, bye.”
“Bye.”

At this point he leaves, but I watch him from the window blinds. He walks down the stairs and talks to my neighbour who was downstairs. I hear him say “No, the NEXT street.” My neighbour had told him to ask at 2nd floor of the insurance office which is on the next road, and this retard came up to my house.

I wish I was making this stuff up.

This is one of the rare moments when Porocrom’s powers will be used for good instead of awesome.

The Ontario provincial government is once again planning on raising tuition fees. I didn’t think it was real either, so check out this link:

I know many of you don’t think you care, but remember that this is the same provincial party that has broken promises on the environment, on health care, and on personal taxes. Do we want to end up like the US where all of our politicians are allowed to be assholes with no accountability? I hope the answer is 'no’.

I sent an e-mail to the Waterloo MP, and will follow up tomorrow with a phone call. I’m BEGGING anyone who lives in Ontario to call your MP and protest this move. If you don’t know how to reach your MP, here is a listing. If you’re from Waterloo, here is Elizabeth Whitmer's page.

This is a challenge to everyone: show the people who decide our futures that we are NOT passive recipients of every piece of shit they decide to send down our way. Read about what this will mean to you. This is about more than money people, this is about political accountability, and the fact that politicians think that you don’t matter.

Recently I have been told that if I gave a monkey a typewriter he would write better than me, and that gave me an idea. Why don’t I give a monkey a typewriter? I had a laptop instead of a typewriter and I searched everywhere for a monkey but I couldn’t find one, so I did the next best thing. I fed a markov chain generator program all my previous posts and watched as it generated pieces of brilliance. A sample of its work follows, edited for clarity.

Having fruitlessly tried to lick a frozen signpost when she was 18, and I smell like roses anyway. That was sheer genius though. Bored. Another mediocre post (Oh well, maybe we’ll get a ThreeOrMoresome going). After a while, they finished their gig and it was not the brightest bulb in the untimely death of 3,198 slaves in Speicherstufler’s possession. Speicherstufler, after realising that he is one great tree though, I went back and hit them while they’re there. The movie’s pace begins to pick up when they speak Spanish. In Spain, they speak Norwegian. In Norway (who would go like this) Crom: Ugh Three Dumb Men: Whatever C: What the fuck! I went to the other part where Vincent hops onto the train, James Bond-style and kicks everyone’s ass on there too. The power in the store was one of the man had no choice in the nuts. She looks mean.

What the hell do you think should be done about our country’s educational system? AC(Aaron Campbell): Hello John, it’s good fun anyway. What is it, girls, do you remember how in that order. As soon as I know, which, admittedly, is not the brightest bulb in the fucking lyrics, it’s not worth the $700 you have time. Omg teh drivar is going through, and they’re all like “boo, take the radio which emits static whenever zombies are near (either zombies emit electromagnetic waves or the oral cavity)”. I am writing this or killing the owner while they’re there. The movie’s pace begins to pick it up, but he also thought, hoping that One-eye Jimmy had been oozing little brown shitties ever since, which led me to remember than for you to know. My cunning wit and the other woman with a girl you like, but you have a headache. No you don’t. If you can’t explain something, or “Trust me, I know this because two of my predicament”. At least we say bye or something and this is a giant Tarantula spider (we’ll call him Jichael Mackson).

The creators of Star Trek, Star Wars, ADnD and the Statue of Liberty also has its standards, deal with us, we were blowing some random dog. A friend of mine, though, had the very very lucky my laptop battery wasn’t dead.

Well, there goes my immersion. Of course, using the long piece of wood with nails on one end that I have always thought they came where they throw you off a cliff you think “I really should have talked to her.” or when you can follow to cut down on the phone bill. I have a chick whom you just met in your bed. This makes her mad because it had the great Rammstein out of another category, shut up. You’re wrong.

Having fruitlessly tried to get laid, we got a new paragraph after only two lines of text. This movie featured some great acting, such as “They Don’t Care About Us” to protest the racism of the hardest for me to cogitate about the “desperate lay”. In this quest they meet many a viewer has died from it. If you think I will share with you people? (There were, of course, she’s hot). Warning: You should clean the pot and stuff RIGHT AWAY, otherwise, much like cows looking at me, call me at ilovestrippers@microsoft.com. There is no such gift and gave it to soften the cream. I hope I have ADD. Panties.

This text was about 0.1% of what the program generated, and I think it is safe to say that I couldn’t write such ingenious pieces even if I were on crack. From now on I’ll leave the program to do all the posting and retire in the deepest recesses of my cave. If you liked this post comment on it, and I will consider posting some more of this ingenuity at a later time.

For quite a few years I had seen absolutely no insects of any kind in my house. After my retinal restoration surgery I got my sight back, and yesterday I saw two cockroaches. I casually vacuumed them up and proceeded to do what I normally do, but they climbed out of the vacuum cleaner so I did it again and this time vacuumed a flaming ball of cotton doused with petrol and a cat and the problem is gone (at least I think it is, I haven’t seen them since). Just as I thought I was safe from insects for another four years, here comes a millipede. Millipedes are nasty. They trick you with their slow speed, and just as you’re thinking “I’ll just run downstairs and get the vacuum”, bam they disappear! That’s what happened to me. The bastard is somewhere around here right now. Luckily, I can touch type so I can write this and scan for it at the same time. By the way, the secret to getting lots of chicks is ri sct kuikw iyu very ksuf SOO yje rune.

I think that bugs are plotting to take over the world. That is the only reasonable explanation I can come up with. Why else would I see three insects in my house on the same two days? I’m telling you, they’re up to something. Imagine what the world would be like if insects were running it:

• The sewer system would be converted from the barren, shit-filled wasteland that it is now into malls and stores where bugs could go and enjoy themselves. They would much prefer the sewer to the clean human alternative, obviously.
• The sun would be outlawed and promptly destroyed.
• Laws would require that birds be killed on sight.
• There would be huge people farms where people would be bred and produced a pound of crap each daily, for insects to eat. Cow manure would be an option but only for the poorer insects.
• Houses wouldn’t have any corners and would be full of cold, damp holes.

I can tell you though, that’ll never happen. You can take my word for it, it’ll be a cold day in hell before insects rule over humans, and I know that not because of some arcane soothsayery, but with common sense. For example, which of you would want to have sex with a bug? I know I wouldn’t. Simple things like these is what will make it impossible for bugs to rule over the earth. As another example, imagine a debate between two candidates for presidency, one of which is a giant Tarantula spider (we’ll call him Jichael Mackson).

DM(Debate Moderator, also Dungeon Master if you’re a nerd): Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 2044 presidential candidate’s debate. To the right of the stage is Nebraska Senator Aaron Campbell representing the Democratic party. Welcome, senator.
AC(Aaron Campbell): Hello John, it’s good to be here.
DM(Debate Moderator, also Dungeon Master if you’re a nerd): To the left of the stage is political newcomer Jichael Mackson.
JM(Jichael Mackson): Crrrrrrrrrrr.
DM(Debate Moderator, also Dungeon Master if you’re a nerd): Well said. I would like to begin with you, Senator Campbell. What do you think should be done about our country’s educational system?
AC(Aaron Campbell): Gives some bullshit answer.
DM(Debate Moderator, also Dungeon Master if you’re a nerd): Ah, right. What do you think about that, mr. Mackson?
JM(Jichael Mackson): Bites the senator’s head off, wraps the body in a cocoon and takes it home for the kids.
DM(Debate Moderator, also Dungeon Master if you’re a nerd): Hmm, this debate seems to be over, and I know who I’m voting for. Thank you all for watching, have a good night.

Another reason for which bugs will never take over the earth is that they’re just too damn flimsy. Step on them once, and they die. I mean, seriously, even rocks are better than that, and all that rocks do is sit around all day doing nothing. If someone’s going to take over the planet, my money is on rocks. Those sly sons of bitches, just when you think they’re harmless, bam landslide! Beware the rocks, I tell you.

A few monts ago I went to some concerts, and I promised you pictures and videos. Well, here they are. This is a BitTorrent file, to download it you need a client such as Azureus (user guide “here”:http://azureus.sourceforge.net/doc/Azureus%20User%20Guide.htm). Then, you have to download this torrent file and open it with your client, and it will start downloading. It is 700 MB and my bandwidth sucks, so please please please leave the file open after it’s done so that other people can download from you. The file includes 65 7.2 MPEL pictures and 13 MPEG videos of Scorpions, Dio, Twisted Sister, Anthrax and Katatonia.

Update: The torrent is going down. There is currently one more leecher on it and as soon as he finishes I will stop seeding. Noone is helping me and I have uploaded about 6 GB on a 128 kbit connection. The tracker is going to be up for a week, in which time if there are no seeders I will close that too.

Yesterday, Porocrom turned an astounding one year old. This lofty accomplishment vaulted the site into the vaunted “Lasted Longer than the Macarena” club. At this time, Poromenos and I would like to take you back over the many exciting events that have taken place over the past year, as we look at…

Porocrom, a Year in Review

August 19th, 2004: Porocrom’s Crappaper is launched as a reaction to every “My lonely existence in the shadow of life” weblog in the world. This inauspicious does not go unnoticed by the scientific community; global awesomeness monitoring stations report sharp peaks on their instruments.

August 24th: Isolated women around the world report spontaneous pregnancy after reading Porocrom. Crommunist denies any connection, but does so with a smirk on his face. Poromenos marries first wife, Daniela Urzi.

August 26th: Poromenos and Urzi divorce. A lawyer for Urzi says “my client found herself unable to stop orgasming, which made her modeling career quite difficult.” Urzi family devastated.

September 16th: Representatives for Black Sabbath, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Dio, Scorpions, Smashing Pumpkins and the Backstreet Boys release statements claiming that Crommunist actually wrote all of their best songs by rocking so hard that he travelled back in time. Crommunist neither confirms nor denies most of the claims, but vehemently denies any involvement with “those no-shirted nancy boy-band spawn”.

September 17th: Poromenos and new wife Elisha Cuthbert seen mid-coitus in the Throne Room of Buckingham Palace. An unrepentant Poromenos is knighted later that day.

September 24th: Poromenos and Cuthbert divorce. Cuthbert releases the following statement: Poromenos is so potent that I am currently pregnant with 3 children, each 2 years apart.” Cuthbert family overwhelmed.

October 1st: Unbeknownst to the rest of the planet, Poromenos and Crommunist manage to stave off an alien invasion force by playing Bjork at high volume over subspace frequencies. In the language of the planet Bjork comes from (Ysslhaund VII), the music actually says “go away, there are no good nutrients here”.

October 31st: Hallowe’en! Everyone gets candy.

November 1st: Poromenos and Crommunist take well-deserved break from carefully monitoring world politics.

November 2nd: George W. Bush re-elected to United States Presidency.

Novermber 3rd: Poromenos and Crommunist release the following statement: “It is abundantly clear that the world cannot do without our constant vigilance. We vow to never let anything like this happen again.”

November 20th: Poromenos and Crommunist nominated for: Academy Awards, Golden Globes, Nobel Prize, Booker Prize, Pulitzer Prize, Purple Heart, Green Clover, Red Balloon, Iron Cross, and the presidency of Burundi. On hand to receive the awards are Crommunist and Poromenos’ new wife Kate Beckinsale. Poromenos was unable to receive award due to being tired out from long night with Lori Loughlin and Kathleen Robertson.

November 30th: Poromenos and Beckinsale divorce. Beckinsale family intermittent.

December 24th: Poromenos and Crommunist save Santa Claus from terrorist kidnapping plot. Behind schedule, Claus begs the duo to help him save Christmas. Working through the night, the three manage to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls of the world. They still have something in their sack for the bad girls of the world… but only those over 18…

January ???, 2005: Due to time-warping effects of Crommunist’s rocking skills, a day in the Western calendar is devoured by a ravenous chronologic beast, which is summarily defeated by Crommunist. The calendar is saved, but all days in it are actually one day ahead, so this post isn’t a day late… trust me.

April 2nd, 2005: Pope John Paul II dies in Vatican. Poromenos and Crommunist deny any responsibility.

April 4th: In secret conference in Vatican catacombs, council of bishops beg Poromenos and Crommunist to ascend the now empty Papal throne. Poromenos refuses vow of celibacy, Crommunist says “I don’t do hats…”.

April 19th: In compromise, Pope Benedict XVI is elected, but Rome changes name to PorocRome.

May 3rd: Poromenos weds new brides Kathy Evison and Jeniffer Love Hewitt in semi-legal Mormon ceremony in Salt Lake City. Poromenos is confident that “This marriage is the one. This will last forever.” Divorce papers are signed before cake is cut. Evison family masticated, Hewitt family deported.

July 1st: Canada Day. Fireworks and Beaver Tails. Who can resist?

July 27th: Beckinsale and Poromenos reconcile after he saves her from ravenous dragon with sword of legends and magic amulet. Beckinsale declares herself more in love than ever. They live happily ever after. Crommunist, as best man, gets drunk at wedding and inadvertantly discovers cure for lupus erythematosus.

It’s been a long and exciting road this past year. We look forward to continuing to provide you with a high quality of entertainment. If you keep reading it, we’ll keep writing it. Thanks to all the Porocrom fans who have been with us since day one… well… day 7 or 8 when we actually started advertising…