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Hey, it’s happy holiday time! (N.B. Not ‘happy’)

The world would be a much better place if we could rely on logic for our reactions. Don’t take feelings, emotions and all that fluffy shit out of the mix altogether – they can be useful sometimes. Like when you decide you truly hate someone. That’s an experience to savour.

But there are times when you wish your blind, reactive feelings wouldn’t get in the way and cloud cold, hard logical judgement of a situation. Instead of finding something out and feeling the inevitable gut punch – even though you knew it was coming – you would just reason it away, apply actual thought to it, grow as a person and move on.

In fact, ignore what I said in the opening: let’s cull all emotions and feelings and all that gay shit. It clearly gets in the way of what we’re meant to do. I don’t know what we’re meant to do, but I know it doesn’t involve any faggy feelings or any such shit.

It is unfortunate that, as much as I try (mainly by emulating my father), I cannot remain entirely emotionless. Sometimes they creep out. I try and justify, apply rational thinking and reason away these things (I’d say problems, but that would make it look like I consider all feelings to be problems (I DO)). Sometimes I succeed, as distancing yourself emotionally is required and, sometimes, natural.

But then other times I get that fucking gut punch, and it brings me down. And I wish, at those times, I couldn’t feel feelings anymore.

Granted, a lack of empathy is one of the main calling cards of a serial killer. But there are too many people in the world now anyway – we could do with losing some of them.

Here’s some AWS to play you out. I am aware it is about getting mad, which is an emotion, which completely belittles the above, entirely serious, point:

[I’m going on holiday in a bit, so updates may be sporadic over the next week/two weeks]

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A Wilhelm Scream(s)

I have a great deal of love in my heart every time I hear a wilhelm scream. I also have a great deal of joy in my soul every time I hear A Wilhelm Scream. Oh ho – how confusing that could prove! But it’s not; they’re actually two genuinely great things in the world, and somehow, some way, have the same name. Some say it’s because the latter was named after the former, but that’s the kind of wild speculation I’ll leave to the professionals. I prefer the mystery anyway.

What is the Wilhelm scream (sans ‘A’)? Well, Wikipedia is your friend:

The Wilhelm scream is a frequently-used film and television stock sound effect first used in 1951 for the film Distant Drums. The effect gained new popularity (its use often becoming an in-joke) after it was used in Star Wars and many other blockbuster films as well as television programs and video games. The scream is often used when someone is either pierced with an arrow, or falling to their death from a great height or because of an explosion.

The Wilhelm scream has become a well-known cinematic sound cliché, and is claimed to have been used in over 149 films.

You know that scream you hear in seemingly everything? You’ll know it when you hear it. That’s the Wilhelm scream. I associate it mainly with Stormtroopers, but it pops up all over the place and is generally a welcome addition.

But what about A Wilhelm Scream?

A Wilhelm Scream are a band. They do melodic hardcore, a sub-genre in the punk rock… genre. This may mean nothing to you, so here are some more clues as to what they are like: they have songs called ‘The Kids Can Eat A Bag Of Dicks’, ‘Me vs Morrissey In The Pretentiousness Contest (The Ladder Match)’ and ‘I Wipe My Ass With Showbiz’; they have lyrics like “This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran”; they exude a genuine air of Not Giving A Fuck about fame – a rarity, no doubt; someone hacked one of their songs into Guitar Hero and it ended up like this, which would make my hands melt or explode.

Or I could just post a video, but that would ruin the guessing game. Oh, here you go – I’m too kind:

I realise it’s not cool to like a band like this – I’m supposed to be into Sigur Ros or talk non-stop about Mono or Mum by the time I’m this old (it’s definitely not just to posture and look cool, oh no – everyone ‘intelligent’ clearly only loves bands like those) and ignore stuff that just makes me feel “RARGH YEAH” etc. But I don’t. I like A Wilhelm Scream. Every time I listen to them, life feels a bit better.


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The first mention of Ian Chaddock in this blog

I’ve just completed a batch of freelance and other such worky things and realised that – for the first time in ages – I was listening to music while doing it. I am hoping that this means I am finally over my lifelong* inability to write more than a sentence when I have music playing, and it will mean I can once again remember what it’s like to listen to new music or pay attention to the recommendations of friends. It also means I’ll have an interesting answer to Ian Chaddock’s go-to question whenever he sees you, instead of just mumbling “umm… A Wilhelm Scream… still”.

I’m still getting sidetracked and finding it even harder than normal to think of the… what is it… WORDS! I want to use. But it’s a step in the right direction, especially as iTunes on this here lappy has barely ever been used. In fact, I’ve just realised I haven’t even downloaded Winamp for this thing. SILLY IAN.

Granted, it took longer to finish than it would had I been working in abject silence, but I’m finally listening more intently to the likes of Small Brown Bike and whatever other wank the Leeds idiots have been listening to (and telling me to listen to) for years. Hello, I am about five years too late, but still – I’m often late getting into things. This could be the beginning of something utterly wonderful, as well as being a handy excuse to write a short, pointless blog entry on a Saturday. SCORE. Still, at least it’s a bit of a change from the last two days where I’ve written eight billion words on two Arnie films.

But don’t worry, I’m going to do more of those. I aim for a novel’s worth of material for those badboys by the time this oneaday thing is up.

*Apart from a particularly fertile time for words a few years ago, when music and working was MENTAL-A-GO-GO.


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