Just remembering the atrocious couple on a patio beside us yesterday who were complaining about a friend not loving their recent vacation, which through further discussion was revealed to have been at a concentration camp.

Thinking about the women who went to the washroom during my Oppenheimer screening, and missed the scene with the bomb going off. Hope she’s okay.

When a novel refers to its protagonist as a metal head, I’m very skeptical, but Gone to the Wolves has already name-dropped most of the essential death albums, + so far has chapters at both a Cannibal Corpse + Death show, so it’s legit.