That first link plays music.
On the ride back from Dope The Halls, Meros showed me an excellent solution to Holiday glurge. His iPod contains Christian metal and Christian industrial. If people subject you to the Christmas Shoes, blast Beyond Eternity out of your speakers. It’s a wonderful Goth Industrial song about how Jesus is the way to life everlasting.
Besides genuinely being a good song performed by people with actual talent, it’s guaranteed to freak out your neighbors.
Even better, see if you can track down some of the tracks of the Excelsis project–real Christmas carols done up by darkwave acts. Some first-rate material.
I have to assume you’re funnin’ me. If not, I’ll describe, if I can. Others may not get it either.
Hanging pants:
Those kids (and sadly some adults) that intentionaly buy jeans that have the belt line that goes all the way up to their knees. You know the one’s. They have the K-Mart boxers (stained in most cases) for all of us to see. The same one’s that complain they can’t find gainful employment. They’re usually found in the unemployment line bitching about how they can’t find any respect in the real world despite thier obvious marketable skills.
Bugfart Cars:
Driven by Hanging Pant-ers. These are the one’s that insist on letting you know they have a 4 cylinder engine, and it is every bit as strong as a big block V-8. The effect is normally produced by having someone install a muffler that is louder than the stock muffler intalled on the piece of shit. There are very few Bugfarters that can install it themselves. They attempt to circumvent the true Gearheads by installin the muffler so it makes as much noise as a downshifting engine can. These are the people that aren’t satisfied with a sub-woofer in the trunk. THey want you to hear the power of an internal combustion engine. They’re also the people that think their Honda is superior to a Corvette because it makes more sound.
Further, they’re usually the people that praise a CBR over a Fatboy because the Hog is loud. :rolleyes:
If you run into one of these two types, please, and I think I speak for all of us, right before impact hit the gas.