An Innocuous Blog TM

"WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED!"              Joachim screamed at me from my friend's buzzing phone. It was early morning, too early for me to understand what was being sung in my left ear. Honestly, you'd think I'd know what was startling me from sleep considering this was the second time it had happened after staying the night at my friend's apartment. All I knew it was his alarm, it was music, it was loud, and I fucking loved it. For the second time, I asked him over breakfast; him coffee, bacon, spinach soaked in bacon grease, and a nauseating dollop of peanut butter. Fucking keto diets. Me, tea, and literally anything else but that nasty keto "meal" I was watching him scarf.                          "What's that song you've got your alarm set to?"                    ...

I have a thing for long titles. I'm pretty sure that's from my love of bands like Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Cobra Starship, Paramore... you get it. Anyways, I cannot in good conscience begin this introduction to the blog series I'm going to be doing without showing you the title properly formatted, so here you are: From the Winged Hussars scaring me awake, to Sabaton Open Air: My Journey as a Sabaton fan The Introduction I once said in high school that I should have my poetic license revoked for using such flowery language. Unfortunately for you all, no such thing has occurred and I remain as flowery as my aunt's old acreage, Kickass Ranch. This is going to be a blog series of three parts? Maybe four? Think of it like Eragon. It was supposed to be a trilogy as initially imagined by Christopher Paolini, but it eventually turned into a saga as one part had to be split into two. I don't think this will be quite so dramatic about it, if it goes that way. The pl...