I refuse to rank them or reduce them to a top ten list, so here's twelve... (in year/album/track order):
Prison Sex* maybe their most defining song
Sober
Ænema
Eulogy
Forty Six & 2
Stinkfist*
Lateralus
Parabola**
The Grudge
Vicarious
Jambi
The Pot
Third Eye
Disposition
Three life-changing events in six months. Well there's always converting to Scientology and giving up cheese left to go I guess!
I joined again, under duress.
I've checked it more than 20 times in 24 hours.
This will end me!
(PS: Come and check out my rat photos!)
Well, I've gone and done my back in. It may be a herniated ("slipped") disc. Did it playing touch football for my Wednesday night team, I Need a Rest.
10 minutes to go in the last half, I made a nice run around their winger, and stepped inside one pursuer (who then fell over). Charging toward the line, I heard someone thundering up directly behind me, so I panic-dived for the line. But I didn't get to reposition the ball in both hands out in front of me - I just flopped on it. I was over the line, but my pursuer was going so fast, he tagged me as he skidded past, and off the field, almost into a pole.
I was winded immediately and felt a little worse for wear, but kept playing until the siren. It wasn't until I sat down in the car that I felt my back twinge. It pained me to drive home, I limped into the shower, then I installed myself on the couch, knowing I'd done something wrong to my back...
So I've been off work for a week now; can't stand upright fully, instructed not to sit at all and completely dependant on warm wheat bags, pain-killers and my stockpile of unwatched DVDs.
My physio says I'm improving and I feel that I am aswell; but I'm a long way off being 100%. I may be able to return to work soon, but with a strict list of parameters about my seating & activities. Touch footy will be out for quite a while. I have daily sessions that involve poking, prodding, sharp objects (acupuncture needles), electrocution (TENS machine) and searing heat (warm wheat bags). It's like a medieval torture chamber with a modern spin.
It does make me feel better after each session though. My physio and I have an ongoing competition to see how many time she can make me squeal like a little girl. (Little does she know that's my normal squeal).
This is a somewhat-related to an injury I did last year lifting stacks of chairs - 20 years of bad posture and sitting (working in IT...) means I have certain under-developed muscles, and some nerves (sciatic, I believe) that aren't as stretchy as they should be.
Anyway, we won our touch game 8-1, anyway. It was raining, the field was sodden and our opponents were a man down for 50 minutes of the game, and we had our freakish ring-in Alan who can dances around opponents as if he was performing in Swan Lake; but we'll take it :)
Normally, we celebrate draws!
(I still wish I'd gotten that try I did my back on...)
The irrepressible combo of Ian/Steve/myself hit the Bay of Bryon. It was an awesome night - saw a great new band (King Farook!), had some fine brews, and saw the sights (both geographical and bipedal).
Go get Farook'ed - http://www.myspace.com/kingfarook
Yeah, so I still buy toys occasionally. I couldn't walk past this little guy (left) to update the old dude (right). The old fella doesn't look to pleased and this young upstart's 18 points of articulation and intricate detailing.
My irrational fervor for Halo has pretty much subsided, but every now and again I have a relapse.
If Peter Jackson's Halo got greenlit, I'd be first in line to see it though.
