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Date: April 2nd, 2020.

Time of Writing: 8:21 PM.

Weather: A little chilly from when I stepped out for a bit to bring the groceries in, but otherwise it was fine.

Mental and Physical Health State: I really don't know, my cough is back but not nearly as bad, it's not even in my throat but sort of where my throat meets my chest, if that makes sense, and it's less a cough and more just a strange feeling. I'm able to breathe fine. Let's say it's allergies. It's allergy season, after all. I don't feel sick in any other way. Emotionally drained after twelve hours straight of terrible music yesterday.

Day Overview: GarbageFest ran until three in the morning. Almost the entirety of the server showed up at one point or another, and the event was deemed a big success by most everyone I spoke to. It took a toll on me, but I'm glad everyone liked it. That was the silver lining, I suppose. I spent most of today proper doing homework. It hasn't been all that fun. Or interesting, for that matter.

On My Mind: The song Silent Night / 7 O' Clock News is basically the entire world right now, and has been for the last month or so.

• Let's Start A Riot! by Blood on the Dance Floor: Contender for the worst album of all time. Like, actually. Probably the worst album I've heard that was actually unironically trying to be music. There is nothing here for you. Turn back. 1/10
• Angelic 2 The Core by Corey Feldman: Actually the best album I've heard in the last day. Yup! This one! It's got a few songs here that are a bit more than half-decent, and I think that if you put some more work into the concept, and cut the album time down to a little over half an hour, and fixed the mixing, that you have a good, maybe even great album in here. That's my hot take. It was enjoyable to see what crazy shit Feldman would do next. The actual album drags on way too long, is sequenced bizarrely, and is absolutely laughable in every attempt to be serious. If you take this on its face as trying to make any kind of sincere statement, then it fails totally. But I didn't hate it. 4/10.
• The Click by AJR: I HATED THIS ONE THOUGH!!!! AJR is the worst band in pop music right now. They are vapid, narcissistic, privileged white rich assholes with cringeworthy (and I don't use that term lightly) lyrics and no musical talent or sense of feeling whatsoever. They are the least self-aware people I have ever heard. From a song passive aggressively chastising people for smoking weed, to another song praising The Office to the extent of using it as a way to measure events in one's life, to yet another song complaining about not being famous in the same breath as a totally unironic statement about spending twenty thousand dollars on shirts. The music is the definition of pretentious. Every potential emotional swell is aided by strings and horns. Electronic vocal chopping breaks up tension like it's them soloing somehow, like they did that live on a launchpad and it's impressive in some sense. Any time the music falls away and it's just piano, it's them trying to be introspective, without fail. It's so utterly cliche that it hurts. Physically painful to listen to. I could keep going. But I've got more to get to. 1/10
• The Road to Freedom by L. Ron Hubbard and Friends: Yeah, we listened to a scientology album. This wasn't even the scientology album we initially meant to listen to. There was this one by Edgar Winter that we literally couldn't find a copy of on YouTube. Honestly, the music on this is incredibly kitsch, but it's not offensive. What's offensive about this is that the lyrics are trying their damndest to brainwash you. It's pretty bad in that sense and I wish it didn't exist, along with the rest of scientology. But I didn't feel physically ill. And that is why it is better than AJR. A scientology album. 2/10.
• Anxiety and Depression by The BoyBoy West Coast: This one was just generic and bad. Really garbage tier rap. Disappointing. Thought it'd be more throwback tunes, like You Was At The Club which I still enjoy. But nah, it's just bad. And not even, like, offensively bad. 2/10
• Playdough Cooked in Tea by Me & Me: If I find out who did this I will hurt them. 1/10.
• Nostalgia Critic's The Wall by Rob Scalion and Doug Walker: I feel bad, on some level, that Rob's name is associated with this project. All he did was play some really lackluster, unoriginal, unimaginative covers of Pink Floyd. And that shit sucked, and would be a 3/10 on its own, but like, there's nothing inherently wrong with that. Meanwhile, Doug Walker proves that he knows absolutely nothing about offering any kind of meaningful critique beyond this is boring and I want to do something else, which is fine if you write it down on a blog in the space of a sentence and don't waste anyone's time with it, but if you think that take is important enough to last a 44 minute parody album, you are hubristic to the nth degree. Let me quote myself, last night, about this album, because I actually did what people trying to have thoughts do and looked at this through a critical lens; namely, the lens of what had been going on in Walker's life at the time. As a preface it's worth noting that the platform he was a part of, That Guy With Glasses, had imploded due to many members making credible allegations about him and his brother's management styles that lead to everyone but two people leaving the website officially. This happened before the album came out by a year or so, but he hadn't made any real attempts at content in between that event and this, so I'm assuming it's something he spent a lot of time planning.
  
  This is Doug at his Nadir - his low point I said, around three in the morning. Everyone has left him. Nobody associates with his platform. So, what does he do? He parodies an album about isolation and loneliness and calls it phony and boring. This album is like one long projection. You can think of this album as a framing device for an attack on everyone who called him out in the document if you want. I don't care if that's not the intent, this author is as dead as they come. What I'm choosing to read into this is a really nasty attempt at getting the final word in a conversation that is long over, at the lowest point of his time, framed as critique because that's the kind of work he was known for, and could pass it off as.
  
  1/10.

• Tower of God animated by Telecom Animation Film: Episode 1.
• Terraria developed by Re-Logic Games: More pre-hardmode prep. Containment tunnel building.

Works Produced: Lots of homework, just a little bit of creative writing squished in there. I got an 89 on an exam, out of 100. That was good.

Other Thoughts: Thank you for reading my blog. If you missed the latest episode of The Quarantine Machine, you can check it out on yesterday's post. In the meantime, I'll be recovering. I need some self-care time.