From Wikipedia... really

“Crossover thrash … is a fusion genre of thrash metal and hardcore punk. The genre lies on a continuum between heavy metal and hardcore punk. Other genres … such as metalcore and grindcore, may overlap with crossover thrash. The genre is often confused with thrashcore, which is essentially faster hardcore punk rather than a more punk-oriented form of metal… The "-core" suffix of "thrashcore" is sometimes used to distinguish it from crossover thrash and thrash metal, the latter of which is often referred to simply as "thrash", which in turn is rarely used to refer to crossover thrash or thrashcore.”

Blue Monday

Colloidal silver is tiny bits of silver in a liquid suspension, marketed by some quacks and charlatans as a cure for HIV/AIDS, shingles, herpes, acne, cancer, and prostate troubles. It doesn’t work. But in sufficient doses, it does lead to argyria, where your skin permanently turns a grayish blue color. Which is weird, but safer than big doses of Hydroxychloroquine, which can destroy your retinas or stop your heart. So what would be fun is if the president started saying that this stuff cured Covid-19. Because after that it would be easy to identify the people who take him seriously.

cien palabras

The computer keeps teaching me Spanish, and I’m currently proficient enough to construct the sentence  “Nadia nunca nada con nadie,” which means “Nadia never swims with anybody,” a thing which I will probably never need to say. I’ll persevere, though, because knowing a foreign language may eventually prove useful. Like, imagine you were traveling in Germany and some new local pals suggested you do some souvenir shopping at a little place with a sign that said “Gift Hut.” Cool, right? No! Don’t do it! In German, “Gift Hut” means “poison hat” and that nifty Bavarian fedora will kill you dead.

I'm no critic, but...

Submarine movies are rarely particularly good, and they’re all pretty much the same. They have to shut off the motors and be real quiet and sweaty while the air goes bad and the enemy drops depth charges. Most naval-type story lines are not my cup of tea, except pirate movies when they run their hands through the treasure. Also, I hate when they make you think it’s going to be a monster movie but it’s actually an old dark house mystery with a snooty aunt and a plucky gal reporter. But you know what’s the worst of all? Lumberjack adventures.