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Hi there.

My name is William Sisskind, and I am a poor college student.

This is a catch-all of the random thinkings and ponderments that I have over the course of the day. There are many. A hojillion, if you will.

I am an expert at many types of cheeses, I remodel old computers to make humans their dirty slaves, and I enjoy sipping monkey picked tea whilst watching the execution of wanted criminals.

I also do this webshow: You should check it out. Sorry, scratch that. You must check it out. Pigeons will peck out your eyes at my command if you don't.

No, I will not date you.

  1. Ronnie James Dio, whose soaring vocals, poetic lyrics and mythic tales of a never-ending struggle between good and evil broke new ground in heavy metal, died Sunday, according to a statement from his wife and manager. He was 67. Dio revealed last summer that he was suffering from stomach cancer shortly after wrapping up a tour in Atlantic City, N.J., with the latest incarnation of Black Sabbath, under the name Heaven And Hell. “Today my heart is broken,” Wendy Dio wrote on the singer’s site, adding he died at 7:45 a.m. “Many, many friends and family were able to say their private goodbyes before he peacefully passed away. My heart is broken too, Wendy. He may be gone, but his music will live on forever. R.I.P. I think this Grooveshark widget is fitting. Sing it, Jack and Kage.

    Ronnie James Dio, whose soaring vocals, poetic lyrics and mythic tales of a never-ending struggle between good and evil broke new ground in heavy metal, died Sunday, according to a statement from his wife and manager. He was 67.

    Dio revealed last summer that he was suffering from stomach cancer shortly after wrapping up a tour in Atlantic City, N.J., with the latest incarnation of Black Sabbath, under the name Heaven And Hell.

    “Today my heart is broken,” Wendy Dio wrote on the singer’s site, adding he died at 7:45 a.m. “Many, many friends and family were able to say their private goodbyes before he peacefully passed away.

    My heart is broken too, Wendy. He may be gone, but his music will live on forever. R.I.P.

    I think this Grooveshark widget is fitting. Sing it, Jack and Kage.

  2. Nosebleed.

    And we don’t have any tissues. So I’ve got a coffee filter shoved up my nose right now. …MacGyver?

    Seriously, Will, stop doing all that coke. I mean, Coke. I mean, Pepsi.

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    ANOTHER TIME TO BE PROMOTING MUZAK, NO?

    This is another one I heard at the WICB studios.

    Ladyhawke — Back Of The Van

    Off her 2008 self-titled album. I didn’t even know that they made songs like this anymore. Eighties, eighties, eighties. I love it to the tenth and a halfth degree.

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    I don’t always do this, but I am going to PROMOTE MUSAK!

    Zoos Of Berlin — Black In The Sun Room

    Off their new album “Taxis”.

    Heard this while in the WICB studio. Holy mother of balls, listen to that horn echo. And that tantalizing beat. And the relentless 4/4 rhythm. And the smooth vocals. It’s like listening to rock music while high, but without the help of substance. Brilliant. Brilliant.

  5. "Real rock and roll isn’t about MySpace pages and digital music. Those are accessories. That’s the scarf on the jacket of real rock and roll."
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    -Jack White (via robshoy) (via findingsunlight)

    It’s not rock and roll if you’re not sweating on the crowd or making someone start playing/dancing/crowdsurfing around.

    Thank you, Jack.

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