Blind Idiot God

Decrepit Birth - The Living Doorway

The Kennedy Veil - Enslave.Defile.Erase

If it's on a mild weekday, you should absolutely have enough time. The waterpark gets steady attendance no matter what, but it only gets slammed if it's hot as balls out.

I can't entirely recall, but I might have missed Rolling Thunder. I was pretty tired and passing from buzzed to drunk by the end of the day and my recollection wound up being fairly hazy.

Vale of Pnath - The Prodigal Empire

SFNE Cyclone. Jesus christ, give the poor thing a Rocky Mountain do-over already. It went from being horribly rough and boring to only partly rough and positively snooze-inducing, and it needs a return to its glory days and then some.

Devourment - Legalize Homicide

Benighted - Experience Your Flesh

Exmortus - Battle-Born

Beneath - Lies of the Dead

Dehumanized - Bloodties

Spawn of Possession - Eve of Contempt

Mephistopheles - Silver Doors

Innis & Gunn Original. Certainly quite interesting and unique; while I didn't pick up on all of the nuances right away, it is a highly enjoyable beer that really doesn't taste overly similar to anything else.

The Black Dahlia Murder - Conspiring with the Damned

Bleh. Past few days have been a nasty one-two punch of a really rough and unpleasant breakup that occurred under really bad circumstances and a subsequent drinking binge on my part. The good news is that I didn't have class and basically had nothing to do other than play Sengoku Basara, drink, pass out, throw up, and drop Alka-Seltzer so that I could at least keep something down. Moral of the story: benders solve nothing and make you feel a hell of a lot worse when the dust clears.

Throwback Maple-Kissed Wheat Porter. It's cool, I guess. Not the best porter I've ever had, but it's solid nonetheless.

Misery Index - Partisans of Grief

Fun fact: their current drummer is Jon Rice, AKA Job for a Cowboy's old drummer. As for me: Arsis - Carve My Cross

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts and the municipalities contained within should be liable for all the damage caused to my car from the potholes on the roads. It's like trying to drive through a goddamn minefield, and I can't keep dodging them forever and risking accidents. Seriously, with my luck, I'm bound to hit one at the wrong angle one of these days and blow out a tire or my suspension.

Katatonia - Dispossession

"I went to Six Flags in Massachusetts and Bizarro was not open, and when I went to Guest Relations, they told me that they could not give me my money back for having our day RUINED! SIX FLAGS ARE THIEVES! SPREAD THIS AROUND SO EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT KIND OF SCUM THEY ARE!" The sad thing is that I've seen posts on Facebook about this kind of thing that have been even more asinine and indicative of even more ridiculous senses of entitlement and persecutory delusions on a fairly regular basis.

Clown Shoes Blaecorn Unidragon. One of the best Russian Imperial Stouts I've had in a while, but DAMN does that **** hit you hard, especially on a mostly-empty stomach. Dat 12.5% ABV doe.

Revocation - Beloved Horrifier

Aborted - Global Flatline