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I don't know if you've heard about this, but the new Nine Inch Nails album is this big ass Magnum Opus concept album that they've been promoting online for a while now, with a crazy ass Alternate Reality Game involving websites and coded t-shirts and flash drives left in dirty European bathrooms. The album is called Year Zero, and the story is something like this:

Year Zero is 2022. The world has become a zombified, dystopian wasteland. The US government in the year 2007 introducted a drug into the water supply called Parepin, a broad-spectrum antibiotic/antiviral as a preventative measure against terrorist biological attack. Some folks don't like this idea: people who stop using the drug find their minds clearing, and set up resistance against the government and use of the drug. The government claims this clarity is nothing but paranoia.

However, it seems the paranoia is suffered by those drinking the water: there are mass reports of a phenomenon the public begins to refer to as "The Presence," a gigantic hand-like specter that is repeatedly seen reaching down from the sky. Is it literally the hand of God? Churches spring up to worship The Presence. Corps of military enlisted dedicate themselves to the Evangelical mission. Does this all precede the ultimate showdown between Good and Evil? Or is this all nothing more than a fever dream in the collective subconsicous of a bunch of addicts?

It all started with a t-shirt: highlighted letters amongst the tour dates on the back led to I Am Trying To Believe. And it all ends

here.

Rickey.org linked to this site, which is the GENDER GENIE, an algorithm that supposedly can detect the gender of a writer based on frequently recurring words.

I pasted a few of my blog entries into the machine, and guess what?

I'M A MAN, BAY-BEE!!!

It's the generous sprinkling of "fuck," I just know it.

HOLY SHIT.

HOT FUZZ is literally, seriously, like the greatest movie ever made. And it features what is literally, seriously, like the greatest on-screen death ever filmed.

Simon Pegg is my new imaginary boyfriend, like you didn't already guess that was coming.

Looks kinda like The Husband here, hahahaha.

When I'm reincarnated, I'm totally coming back as Simon Pegg, because he's a total badass in ways I cannot be.

Also, we saw the preview for BALLS OF FURY. This movie, the brain child of Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon from RENO 911, gave me a hard-on. First it caused me to spontaneously grow a penis from my vagina, and then my new penis became engorged with hot throbbing passionate love for this movie. Literally, seriously, like that's how good this trailer is.

Okay, not literally. But I think you know what I mean.