Giuseppe Zangara

Okay. I'm gonna go start a thread about pants.

I don't feel like posting in this folder anymore. How about all us cool kids move to General Chat or something.

You don't like me?

Stick a fork in it, man. The shit that went on over the last 24 hours was the worst.

DerangedHermit went from some inconsequential nobody to a poster even worse than iB. And no matter how many horrible things I say to him, he doesn't once flame me back. That's fantastic.

But it's still a punk album; you were implying it was not.

You've been giving this a lot of thought.

Yeah, he was just giving him a shout-out back.

You are the worst.

That wasn't a diss on Jay-Z.

Unless you're totally emo, Death Cab For Cutie doesn't get a lot of love. Granted, they released an album last year that was as syrupy and as polished as many of their detractors have always claimed they were, DCFC's early stuff blended a flair for melody and thoughtful lyrics. Their second full length, We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, is extremely solid indie rock. The frontman, Ben Gibbard, was a pussy, sure, but he was a literary pussy; his lyrics weren't the trite whining of Dashboard Confessional. It's a shame his songs would later regress to having all the depth of a Hallmark card.

No, you really are awful, FrigidSoul.

We all know FrigidSoul is awful, but these past few days have shown the worthlessness of DerangedHermit.

DerangedHermit is one of the worst posters ever.

I clicked on this thread under false pretenses.

Just saying but Pink Flag is at times refered to as one of first post-punk albums. Feh. Pink Flag is very much a punk record in sound and spirit; the guys in the band itself were not punks—they were a quartet of art students and looked it. The "post-punk" stuff didn't come into flower until their second album, Chairs Missing.

Almost 25 years ago, Elvis Costello got into a drunken argument at some bar with one of the dudes in Crosby, Stills and Nash (I think it was either Stills or Nash). In an effort to rile him up, Costello said a number of inflammatory things, including calling Ray Charles a "blind, ignorant nigger." When word of it got out, it caused some controversy, but it died down soon enough. Costello publically apologized repeatedly, saying that his drunken stupidity did not reflect his true intentions. The guy regrets the incident to this day, talking about it in the liner notes to the 2003 reissue of his 1980 album, Get Happy!!.

You think I care?

Fascinating. Because I know you need it, here's the Merriam-Webster definition for puerility. Also, it spares you the trouble of finding a website outside this one! Even on the field of battle, I am willing to help my lessers. Humanity: another winning trait of Team Kotzenjunge.

DerangedHermit is pathetic, a broken 45 of dick suckery skipping along at 33 (for maximum annoyance). In spite of its repeated exposure as the worst form of puerility, he constantly retreats to his two or three gay jokes whenever cornered, which is all the time, the cornering, as he is a weak and frail little child, prone to bedwetting, too, from what I hear. So, DerangedHermit, the only thing I can suggest to you is an investment in a thesaurus. Perhaps you can bring a tiny bit of variety into your gay-baiting; you won't be fooling me, but I'm sure all of your teammates will be astounded at your exciting new grasp of the English language!

I didn't read this thread, but, at any point, does FrigidSoul stop acting like a simpering pussy?

At first I thought this was a cock and balls cozy; I was disappointed to learn it was not. Anyway, Team Malibu continues to show that their wit is on just this side of Team Frigid's yawn-inducing barrage of gay jokes, which have all the subtlety of nudging someone in the ribs and saying "you like to suck dick, if you know what I mean." So go on, Team Malibu. Keep thinking you can hang with the cool kids, but know that you never will. You will forever be intimidated by our superior intelligence, good looks, dancing skills, large cocks and really neat haircuts. We are the toast on which TSM's bread is buttered; you are merely a crumb.

Robert Quinne, a fixture of the late 70s NYC punk scene—as well as a founding member of Richard Hell and the Voidoids—committed suicide the other day.

Horrible. Must you people fail at everything.

Correct!