Certainly, in the topsy-turvy world of heavy rock, having a good solid piece of wood in your hand is often useful.

Okay, I'll come out and say it even though it may force Randal to bitch-slap me into tomorrow: I don't like death metal very much.

Even though I feel cut a pretty broad swath of musical interest, I just can't get into death metal no matter how hard I try. I'd like to believe that at it's heart this stems from the fact that I'm really not that angry of a person. I guess it comes down to different strokes, or in this case different guttural screaming, for different folks. One man's amazing shredding on the guitar is another man's bleeding ears.

So you'll understand my dilemma when I heard that a local radio station was having a promotion to win a pair of tickets to a an advanced screening of the new Star Trek movie that I've been itching to see with the only catch being you had to sit through a free concert by the Klingon death metal band Stovokor.

These guys--

Since it was literally just a few blocks from my workplace I decided to swallow hard and head off to the concert. So I tossed on an a red shirt after work and bopped up to the show.

I'm really glad I did. A persistent theme in my life has been me fighting through my reluctance to do something to be rewarded by finding out I enjoyed the hell out of whatever that thing was. This stretches from listening to new types of music, to trying new foods to sex.

I'm not saying I'm now a death metal fan but there was something about these guys loopy personalities and their on stage Klingon characters (which they never break) that was incredibly appealling. The guys in this band were having fun and this came through in the music, as angry and guttural as it sounded to those of us who don't speak Klingon. Yes; they sing every song in Klingon.

There was also something great about watching a room full of people in Star Trek costumes head-banging in time to the Klingon musical assault taking place up on stage. There was a Trek highlight reel playing behind them that showed scenes all the way from the original show to the movies spoofs from shows like Robot Chicken.

In between songs the band members would mock the crowd, promising us that we would have the honor of working in the mines once the Klingons took over the planet. A guy behind me shouting something about Praxis (an inside Trek comment) and the band immediately went into a faux memorial thing.

Bottom line: I had a great time last night. Stovokor is a fun band well worth seeing if you get the chance. Here's a couple of pix I took with the cell phone. Sorry they're a bit blurry.

UPDATE- Wil in the comments has another take on last night's show as well as some fantastic photos he took of the band.

(The tickets to the movie? Yep. I got 'em. I'm seeing it a week before it opens. Moohahaha!)

Damned your eyes, Igor!

Doc Zaius tagged me with eyes meme last week. I'm going to be nice and not tag anyone else, but here are my eyes. Let it be known that those eyes are connected to a Clooneyesque visage on a perfect physique if you were wondering.

You're goin' down. Chainsaw.

Give 'em have a taste of your boomstick, Barack.

You can't handle the truth!

The wonderful Liberality zapped me with the Honest Scrap Award which appears to be a bloggy game of truth or dare. I ain't afraid of the truth.

Rules:
1.You must brag about the award
2.You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3.You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design
4.Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5.List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself.Then pass it on with the instructions!

My victims are:
1. Snabulus
2. Swinebread
3. Lockwood
4. Fran
5. Arkonbey
6. Lisa
7. Ubermilf.

My 10 Truths-
1) In high school I made the cover of the sports page for the state paper with a color photo captioned "Dean Wormer made the stop for the Rams." It showed me wrapping a running back, preparing to take him down. In truth that guy ran right over the top of me.
2) I cry while watching movies wayyyy to easily.
3) Some of my Facebook friends are women that I went to grade school with and I still feel guilty for teasing them 30 years ago but can't bring myself to apologize because I'm afraid it will make me look weird if they don't remember.
4) My little league career ended after I took a line drive to the eye and couldn't later control the fact I was ball shy.
5) At the market I've picked up a bottle of Rogaine more than once, only to change my mind and put it back on the shelf.
6) Don't know if this is an admission but I'm a HUGE nerd. I read comics, watch sci-fi and horror.
7) I'm saving up to afford to get into Cowboy Action Shooting. It's like SCA only with real guns, etc. I'm going to be a Clint Eastwood type.
8) I have a lot of favorite books but one of my all time is "Watership Down." That's right- I like talking bunnies.
9) In college I had an apartment where I slept on a futon mattress on the floor and a pack of feral cats would stampede up and down the hall all night, keeping me awake. So I sprinkled Paprika up and down the hall to try and keep them away. So mean.
10) Even though I often suggest to my brother that he should get a real job I admire the fact that he's followed his dream of acting and has made somewhat of a living at it.

Oh, you asked me why I saved you. I tried to carry you off, and the next day, you gave me water, and a little pity.

Thank you all for the positive karma sent Mathilda's way. The vet took off the patch and gave her a subcutaneous electrolyte injection to hydrate her. The immediate effect was that she looked like a doggy version of Quasimodo until a little later when her body absord the liquid.

The result was pretty amazing. Immediately upon getting home she ran around the yard and woofed down tons of dogfood and water. I think it's fair to say she's pretty much out of the woods.

It's a dog eat dog world and I'm wearing milkbone underwear.

Usually I'm accused of "being a sick puppy" but right now I'm actually someone that "has a sick puppy." My very mellow, very sweet dog Mathilda had to have surgery to remove some stones from her bladder. All went well but she's not able to keep much down in terms of the prescription dogfood they sent home.

Mrs. Wormer is taking her back to the vet anyway this morning to have her pain patch removed. I have a theory that the patch itself is causing the nausea. Fingers crossed that this is the case and she's back to chasing me down the driveway before you can snap a finger.

As an atheist I don't think it appropriate to ask for you prayers but if you could send some good vibes her way I'd appreciate it.