My very favorite story about the band Radiohead concerns the time (a few years ago, now) that I emailed their publicist to request a review copy of the band’s new CD. This is a common practice between writers and publicists which shouldn’t have met with any reaction other than, “Sure, what address do we send it to?” But that’s not what happened. Not only did they refuse to send me the disc, they also had the King Kong-sized balls to suggest that I (exact quote) “go buy a copy and help the band sell some records.” Un-fucking-believable. After that exchange, I vowed that I would never never ever ever buy or review a Radiohead CD or support the band in any way. So far, I’ve kept that vow. And it hasn’t exactly been difficult to do, because around the middle of 2001, Radiohead really started to suck wildly.
I hate Daylight Saving Time because it is retarded and fucks up my body clock. There is no reason for the government to play god and fuck with the time like this. Plus: Getting Up in the Dark is the WORST. Furthermore, it is stupid. Thank you.