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This CD came in the mail a while back. The band is Korpiklaani, the album’s called Korven Kuningas and I’m a little reluctant to actually listen to it. Not because I’m afraid of Finnish folk metal — it’s my favorite after Swedish boat-core — but because how can 15 measley tracks possibly do justice to this album art, here featuring a grizzled old man with antlers brooding his way down a stream over a hellishly autumnal background? They can’t. They’ll just ruin it. For now, the case is displayed on my desk and I’m pretending the disc inside is a Scandinavian talisman of dark majick.

Puppies don't undertand automotive mechanics

I’m frequently annoyed by things I see and hear. Not a Lewis Black, blood-boiling, vein-popping level of outrage, but irritation nonetheless. The subject of my cynicism today is that damnably cute puppy that stars in the Cottonelle commercials. And I’m not the only one.

My peeve is when the puppy warns a dude not to plop his behind on the front of a car, the guise being it would be hot due to the engine temperature.

The problem as I see it? It’s a vintage Karmann-Ghia. Then again, should really we expect puppies to be able to understand and differentiate rear-engine German automobiles?

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