One of two things happened after our interview with Marty McCoy of Bobaflex.  Either a bunch of dudes decided to email us and pretend they were death metal-loving women or a bunch of death metal-loving women emailed us.  I don’t know if it’s more pathetic that a bunch of dudes would pretend to be women or if a bunch of women actually enjoy death metal.

After a tumultuous two weeks, I made the difficult decision to end All Knowing Force’s multi-year relationship with Yahoo. It came to my attention that Yahoo’s servers do not meet the requirements for the latest version of WordPress. Thank you for your patience while this issue is worked on and put to bed once and for all. (UPDATED)

In all the years it’s been operational, I can’t recall a single person who has said anything positive about Terminal 5. That includes yours truly. Unless you have stilts handy or can elongate and bend your neck, you ain’t seein’ nuthin’. So on this Monday morning, I’m going to bat for all y’all. Well, just summing some things up is more like it. I’m pumped today, though. Pumped!

“The one thing I hate the most about summer is knowing it’s coming. And no, it’s not the change in weather. It’s not the longer days. I know summer is coming when I see the first moron, driving his Honda Civic with rims worth more than the car itself, blasting ridiculous techno or club music.”

I hate Walmart and everything it stands for. Period.

Attention New York City. Read this before you hire a moving company.

We received this email from a listener. It focuses on Chris Volz of Flaw. It’s comical and an exciting read. Check it out.

If this were word association, and someone said Peter’s name, my immediate response would be “one of a kind.”

“It’s safe to say Sara Dunmoyer bashed her pride long before she ever contacted our show.”

Killswitch Engage’s days are numbered. Their sacrifices have wasted away. Their fire no longer burns. This is their last serenade. All the damage they’ve done cannot be reversed. Darkness has fallen. They are just barely breathing. Somewhere, a broken Howard Jones is screaming, “Can we start again?”