Monday, October 1, 2007

The Future of Space Travel

This is one area which never fails to keep me thinking - how is mankind supposed to traverse the vast interstellar distances when it takes pathbreaking satellites like Voyager 2 many months to reach the outer planets of our own Solar System?

Well, the answer is here, albeit in a highly theoretical, neglected branch of physics, something most people take for granted (this is by no means new stuff - work on developing this began way back in the '60's)
The concept of an 'inertialess drive' - i.e. a propulsion system that acts on every atom of a body so that no strains are produced when it accelerates - was probably invented by the master of the 'Space Opera', E.E. Smith, in the 1930s. It is not as improbable as it sounds - because a gravitational field acts in precisely this manner.
If you fall freely near the Earth (neglecting the effects of air resistance) you will increase speed by just under ten metres per second, every second. Yet you will feel weightless - there will be no sense of acceleration, even though your velocity is increasing by one kilometre a second, every minute and a half!
And this would still be true if you were falling in Jupiter's gravity (just over two-and-a-half times Earth's) or even the enormously more powerful field of a white dwarf or neutron star (millions or billions of times greater). You would feel nothing, even if you had approached the velocity of light from a standing start in a matter of minutes. However, if you were foolish enough to get within a few radii of the attracting object, its field would no longer be uniform over
the whole length of your body, and tidal forces would soon tear you to pieces.
An 'inertialess drive', which would act exactly like a controllable gravity field, had never been discussed seriously outside the pages of science fiction until very recently. But in 1994 three American physicists did exactly this, developing some ideas of the great Russian physicist Andrei Sakharov.
'Inertia as a Zero-Point Field Lorentz Force' by B. Haisch, A. Rueda & H. F. Puthoff (Physics Review A, February 1994) may one day be regarded as a landmarkpaper. It addresses a problem so fundamental that it is normally taken for granted, with a that's-just-the way-the-universe-is-made shrug of the shoulders.
Their provisional answer depends on the astonishing - and outside the physicists' ivory towers - little-known fact that so-called 'empty' space is actually a cauldron of seething energies - the Zero-Point Field. HR&P suggest that both inertia and gravitation are electromagnetic phenomena, resulting from interaction with this field. There have been countless attempts, going all the way back to Faraday, to link gravity and magnetism, and although many experimenters have claimed success, none of their results has ever been verified. However, if HR&P's theory can be proved, it opens up the prospect - however remote - of anti-gravity, 'space drives' and the even more fantastic possibility of controlling inertia.
This could lead to some interesting situations: if you gave someone the gentlest touch, they would promptly disappear at thousands of kilometres an hour, until they bounced off the other side of the room a fraction of a millisecond later.
The good news is that traffic accidents would be virtually impossible; automobiles - and passengers - could collide harmlessly at any speed. The 'weightlessness' which we now take for granted in space missions - and which millions of tourists will be enjoying in the next century - would have seemed like magic to our grandparents. But the abolition - or merely the reduction - of inertia is quite another matter, and may be completely impossible.* But it's a nice thought, for it could provide the equivalent of 'teleportation': you could travel anywhere (at least on Earth) almost instantaneously. Frankly, I don't know how Interstellar Space travel could manage without it...

Also, soon to be written - a science fiction story (by me, of course) featuring this landmark new theory...keep checking this blog for it.

Cheers
Sid

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

The monster list of Metal Links \m/

My first post this semester...dedicated to metalheads everywhere!
If you are one who has exhausted his collection of music and wants to increase it or just wants to read up some interesting stuff about new bands, this is the right place, for, i present to you a list of links that will be of infinite help in this regard. Each of these are authentic, working links, and i have visited them all...that answers the question about what i do with all my time i suppose....
A good internet connection is advised for most of the sites...so stay up late in your hostel rooms if you intend to download off 'em...
Here they are:
(Credit to a certain Yashwant K for collecting them...)

Blog pages dedicated to metal:
http://asabay.blogspot.com/
http://alejandrojeldres.blogspot.com/
http://blackmetalwarez.blogspot.com/
http://brutalblogmp3.blogspot.com/
http://deathmetalinvasion.blogspot.com/
http://www.doom-or-be-doomed.blogspot.com/
http://download-full-metal-albums.blogspot.com/
http://grimdepot.blogspot.com/
http://loadown.blogspot.com/
http://www.maurocksinamorata.blogspot.com/
http://metal-tomb.blogspot.com/
http://metal--head.blogspot.com/
http://metaldlz.blogspot.com/
http://metalmusicforever.blogspot.com/
http://mp34all.blogspot.com/
http://smetal.blogspot.com/
http://takemurarock.blogspot.com/
http://the-well-of-souls.blogspot.com/
http://themetalarchive.blogspot.com/
http://theultimatemetal.blogspot.com/
http://undead666.blogspot.com/
http://classicdeathmetal.blogspot.com/
http://www.whiplash-full-metal-albums.blogspot.com/
http://rockshot.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_rockshot_archive.html
http://empeethreeindex.blogspot.com/

Great sites to download off!
(Most of these are underground russian or european sites...so they may not be in English!)
http://kot.spb.ru/mp3/2774/
http://metalmp3.zip.net/
http://www.geocities.com/greenplasticgrass/full.html#crip01
http://www.angelfire.com/music6/www.evonetwork.com/
http://www.mp3passion.net
http://www.mp3real.ru
http://www.51mpc.com/share.htm
http://xpeh.harddays.net/
http://www.mediaportal.ru/category/mp3/
http://www.angernet.org/
http://www.kohit.net/
http://www.files.lt/
http://www.phazemp3.com/
http://www.free.of.pl/s/sidis/full_allbums.htm
http://musica.mustdie.ru/
http://www.zonaunderground.com/

Some places to download our own Indian rock from:
http://split-magazine.com/downloads/
http://www.blackstratblues.com/

(phew)
That's all folks!

Friday, April 6, 2007

A bright and shiny future

Another CF story that didn't make it. Looks like Science fiction does not sell anymore.
Written at the start of the sem, I didn't think it was good enough to be posted here...but what the heck...here it is anyway.

The earth was past it's prime.
Located in the outer edge of the galaxy, it's intelligent inhabitants didn't develop contacts with other intelligences which

were concentrated around the galactic center and hence didnt benefit from the sharing of technology and trade that occurred between these worlds.
Within the first millennium of the technological revolution, all the resources on earth were used up.The desperate adoption of nuclear power by the ruling business companies (the nation had become obselete in a globalised world)of the planet had streched the inevitable total energy crunch by only a few centuries before all the fissionable material had been used up.An ever increasing population had driven the beings to dwell in underground cities, and adopt yeast and plankton and similar microbe-derived products as staple foods.Soon all the worlds population was concentrated in 200-odd cities and the open spaces were kept aside for growing and harvesting.But the planet was doomed to a bleak future and no amount or research and development of new technology could change the future.

A few thousand years later, a lone scout ship of the galactic confederation(GC) was searching in the neighborhood for harvestable resources like iridium and other fissionable heavy metals.The GC was a loose agency that was responsible for governing the various planets and colonies of the 50 odd intelligences of the central galaxy region.it was composed of the heads of the various intelligences, each in charge of a stellar cluster and so on.Each intelligence controlled many star clusters and the planets in them, until the race for planets among them had ended and boundaries were drawn up.

This scout detected the signs of intelligence in this part of the galaxy (concentrated in a single solar system, to be more precise) and reported it to the GC.The Gc soon sent a peace-cum-reconnaissance there.It consisted of two members,one each of the dominant races of the galaxy.
One was a Gly being (named after its home planet)and was a highly dexterous being,having 7 independently movable appendages on its body(2 were artificial,i.e. not originally characteristic of the species but due to genetic engineering, all Glys born had these 2 extra limbs to be put to use).Its physical abilities were offset by its lack of intelligence, though (the Glys were the last of the races to reach the level of technological advancement that all races now had).
Another was a Gaian matrix organism.It was a slow moving but highly complex and intelligent organism.Ever since all Gaians had,after a century of planetwide debate some three thousand years ago decide to merge all their individual consciousnesses into a single, mother unit, all Gaians were part of this giant organism.After this, the Gaians had become the most advanced race of the galaxy.
The GC ship navigated the solar system in a few minutes, studying the extent of intelligent prescence there.It soon zeroed in on the home planet, which was the third from the star.The beings, they found, had established remote bases on the moon orbiting the planet and on the planets before and after itself from the sun, but no major settlements on either.
After some preliminary study, they landed on the planet, surprised at not being stopped or intercepted.The planet was barren and brown to look at under the acidic clouds that thickly enveloped it.On the whole, they decided, it was an uninteresting planet to look at.They landed their ship on a random sandy place on the northern hemisphere. Again surprised at not encountering any moving life forms on disembarking, they carefully proceeded in a northerly direction.The Gly creature had a breathing apparatus supplying it the thick greenish gas that it breathed.The Gaian had no use of any such appratus as it was only a remote outpost of the overall intelligence that was it's race, and did not need to breathe to sustain itself.
Soon they discovered a largish city of brown buildings randomly oriented and distributed with respect to each other.Detecting no organism more intelligent than some clusters of anaerobic bacteria here and there, they proceeded faster.Unlike most settlements of that planet, it seemed to be mostly overground.During the detailed exploration of the city thay found many large laboratories where chemicals were manipulated,labs where lifeless electronic robots had been created and tested and facilities for nuclear research, and facilities for a large number of other scientific studies.In addition they found many empty rooms(buildings and buildings of them....living quarters, they assumed), rooms with many semi decomposed books with leaves of a carbon-based compound that broke away under their touch and filled with words in a script they didn't know.

They worked out that the planet had been sans intelligent life for at least four thousand years.They also worked out the age of the age of the civilization that created the city to be eight thousand years.

They also spent a sorry, pitiful minute thinking of the fate of the beings who created the city...

On the way back to their ship, they unearthed a metal structure inscribed with large letters of the script alien to them....they decided to take it back and study it. The words were - WELCOME TO BITS PILANI.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Cricketophobia

I'm not much of a cricket fan, and i havent followed the game ever since i stepped into college, but i do have a vague idea of what went on this World Cup, especially with the Indian team.
Here is my version of what happened, through the eyes of an enthusiastic fan.Enjoy.

Jeetan was a harmless, average little man, with an above average love for cricket. But the events of the World Cup disappointed him so much that he severed all his emotional ties to the game, hence my using the past tense here.

Anyway, at the beginning of the tourney, he decided to make it a cup to remember for himself. Since it was above his means to go to the Caribbean, he decided to hold a party every time India played a match.

Before one such match, he had to take a bathroom break, much against his wishes, as India was batting first. Just as he saw the openers walk onto the ground on his TV, he left the room hurriedly.
Ten minutes later, he enters the room again, only to see his friends with their mouths open, and two men in blue walk off the pitch.

"What's the matter, guys? A drinks break so soon into the match?"
"No. You just missed the Indian innings. It's over".

Poor Jeetan. He couldn't stomach anything that day. His only moment of excitement was on seeing a figure of 100 runs against Agarkar's name, only to find out that those were his bowling figures. What made him feel even worse was the commercial that followed the match with all the men in blue proudly drinking their favourite cola, just after thrashing a team dressed in green (you know who).
Incidentally, a similar fan in Pakistan, just after witnessing his team's demise in a match that very day, was feeling a lot like Jeetan on seeing his men in green drinking their favourite cola (the same one), just after thrashing a team dressed in blue (no guesses again!).

Jeetan was not one to give up hope so soon, though. India still had a fighting chance, he thought, and his sentiment was echoed by numerous columnists in every Indian daily (who were just paid to do so, and who wisely liquidated all their bets on the team quicker than you can say "double standards!"). Bowlers from minnow teams who would go on to take his wicket in their next match against India still insisted Sachin was the best in the world, and Dhoni still had a street named after him in Ranchi, though his house was not so respectfully treated by irate fans.

The next match was slightly different, as the most proficient display of footwork by the Indian batsmen was not the walk back to the pavilion. As the opponents were minnows, playing their first cup, the batsmen were quick to notch up the runs and the bowlers the wickets, as they improved their career stats. After all, they serve as the best arguments in their favour as the postmortem on an eventual cup exit will be performed.

Jeetan was much happier, and even purchased several items of team merchandise like posters, and ambitious companies decided to launch new lines of player "action figures".It was a field day for cricket columnists, team selectors (who abandon "prodigies" with wilful abandon...remember Parthiv Patel? The poor chap who missed his boards for the team, and who is now left with a luxury condo in Amby valley and little else...), priests and cola sellers.
The party mood lasted till the next match, and was immediately followed by one of somberness and frustration of equal magnitude.
The outlook was very bleak, as our team was beaten to a shade of blue to match their uniform. In fact, normally amiable, straight minded fans descended into sarcasm so unlike them, as they jokingly remarked that an Indian version of a hat-trick should a scoring of three runs in three balls!

The earth was a much warmer place that night as bonfires of team posters rose high into the sky, as virtual smoke signals between towns and cities.
The only thing that took the fans' minds away from team-bashing was Pakistan bashing, as news of Bob Woolmer's suspicious "death" reached them. Soon, everyone was talking about the ISI's and the Taliban's alleged influence in the Pakistan team, and comparing the lengths of the players' beards. In fact, people went so far as to speculate on Yousuf's decision to convert and couldn't help feeling that Kaneria was next. The murderer was one in the team, they said unanimously.
"Our fans are much more civilized", they announced.This, however did not stop them having murderous plans for the Indian team.

In the middle of all this, Jeetan was standing somberly on his terrace, not caring about what people said. But something inside him did crack, as he awoke the next day, feeling as indifferent about Indian cricket as he did about his mother-in-law. The severing, which i mentioned before, was complete.

DISCLAIMER: I am an ardent cricket fan at heart (especially of the galli variety), albeit an out of touch one, but the victory or loss of our team does not affect my outlook on the game. I am proud of the stalwarts produced by our country, as proud as i am of those produced by any other.
Lets go ahead and enjoy the cup!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Strange Frequency

I wrote this story in one hour flat one random night for CF...hope it makes the cut.The title is STRANGE FREQUENCY, as the story is inspired from the HBO movie-series of that name.

Enjoy!

It was late, yet 15-year old Matt was wide awake. He kept looking at the calendar on his bedside table. The clock read 11:59 pm. In a minute, the next day would begin. That day would be December 8, 2007.The third death anniversary of Dimebag Darrell, one of the foremost metal and shred guitarists of his day. On that day 3 years ago, Dime was shot dead by a crazed fan, Nathan Gale along with three others during a concert in a club. The reason for the murder was, police gathered, that the killer loved Dime too much. Tragic.

The clock struck midnight, and Matt turned off the light.He tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t. He thought about his life. Matt was a seemingly normal kid, who liked his sports and rock-n-roll music. However, he kept his love for Dimebag and Pantera secret, at least from his conservative parents.It was a real pity, he thought, that he discovered Pantera long after they broke up and Dime was dead. And there was nothing he could do to change it. What he really wanted was to attend a Pantera concert, but that was not possible anymore.

In the morning, he got ready to go to school as always, but he had other plans for the day. Instead of taking the bus to school at the bus stand, he took a bus to an amphitheatre outside his town, to attend a Dimebag tribute concert, with a friend. The day went well. His friend, Andy wasn’t a real fan of Pantera, but he went with Matt as he was his friend, and because it seemed "cool".

"Damn good show, man”, Andy said at the end of the show.

"Yeah.I really liked the third band”, Matt said.

"So, do you wanna head back home, or wanna to make this a day to really remember?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that”, said Andy, pointing to a bar.

"No, man. You know i don’t drink or go to such places. My parents would kill me--"

"Your parents would kill you if they found out were here", said Andy. “C’mon, give it a try".

Andy was a kid with no scruples. He had tried everything, whatever seemed "cool" to him. Matt reluctantly agreed to go to the bar with him.

The bar was filled with dangerous looking people, bearded and long haired metalheads, and hot yet nasty looking chicks. They scared Matt, but he went in anyway. Andy ordered a couple of beers, and was looking around with surprise and awe. Matt fixed his gaze to the bar table, and waited for the drinks. The people around noticed his discomfort, and tried to put him at ease.

"How you doin, kid?"

"You alright?"

The men tried to start a conversation with him, and he obliged. Soon, they were talking on a variety of issues. The beer made him feel better, and he was enjoying himself. Then one of the men offered him his drink, and he took it. It was real strong stuff, and Matt felt his stomach heaving. But he finished the drink offered to him.

It was getting late, and time to go. Andy and him bade the guys’ farewell and got onto a bus. Soon Matt developed a splitting headache on the bus. It kept getting worse, and he started seeing things, like blurry visions.

The visions showed him in first-person view in an arena full of people.

However, it ended then, and all he was left with was a headache which he felt would split his head open. Andy was psyched out, seeing Matt writhe and groan in pain. However, Matt was fine once he reached home. In fact, it was like the pain thing never happened. To his parents, he had just returned from a normal school day.

One would be mistaken to think that Matt never touched alcohol again. On the contrary, he was hooked onto it. His school performance dipped, and he became somewhat of a recluse at school. He started attending more rock concerts and drinking heavily in the company of fans at pubs. His parents, however knew nothing of all this. On occasions, when he over-indulged himself with alcohol, the visions returned.

In them, he was in an arena full of people, and was moving towards the stage, his hand clutching something in his jacket-pocket, but he didn’t know what.

He didn’t want to find out, either. The only result of all this was that he started drinking more and more, and was taking Andy down this path with him too.

One day, after a particularly rambunctious concert, followed by copious amounts of drink, he was returning with Andy and some other friends back home in a jeep, when the headaches returned, worse than ever. He was moaning and writhing and squirming like a worm in pain. His friends were clueless and terrified. They didn’t know what to do and all they could do was watch. His visions were back.

He was in the arena moving towards the stage. He could now recognize the music. It was Damageplan playing. Then he, in the vision looks up and sees a banner which said ALROSA VILLA. In another banner it said DAMAGEPLAN LIVE IN CONCERT, COLUMBUS OHIO, 2004.

Then all he saw was blackness.

When he awoke, he was back in his room, in bed. His parents (who thought he had gone to see a baseball game) were by his bedside.

"Thank god you're alright."

"What happened, son? Did you get hurt really badly during the game? We checked you for injuries but couldn’t find any. So we didn’t call the doctor. We thought all you needed was rest. Andy and the others were really helpful. Do thank them for us, son."

"Thanks dad, I'm ok.I guess i was just tired."

Later, after his parents had left, Matt started thinking of his visions. Alrosa Villa, Columbus, Ohio. He had heard of the place somewhere, but couldn’t remember where. Then it hit him. Alrosa villa was where Dimebag was shot dead! He confirmed this fact soon afterwards. So he was seeing visions of Dimebag's death, through the eyes of someone present there. But this didn’t make sense to him. His idea of visions was that they predict the future, not show the past. So these were not ordinary visions. Then a thought crept into his head. He immediately dismissed it as crazy, but it persisted long enough to make him think about it.

What if, through the person he was in the vision, he could prevent the killer from carrying out the diabolical deed? He would change history then, for the better! He was excited about this idea, and did not consider the many loose ends in it. Heck, the whole idea was itself a loose end, a fantasy. But Matt did not care.

In order to get into the vision, he had to first get high on booze or something similar. Even the thought of the headache did not deter him. He then went to Andy's place and told him everything.

"Crazy, man! What’s happened to you? I liked the plain old you. Man, you're insane"

Matt had expected such a reaction. But he persisted.

"Andy, I need you to help me. I need to get high!"

After repeated requests he managed to get Andy on his side.

"I need to get really high to do what i plan to do. I need more than booze can offer. I need dope”, Matt said.

"Man, if we're caught we'll both be up to our heads in it".

"Don’t worry. We won’t be caught."

They headed to the house of one of their pals who lived in town. He was part of the group they traveled with to shows and concerts, and was at around 7-8 years older than them. They reached his house and knocked.

"Hey guys. What are you doin here?” he asked.

"Dude, I need your help. It may seem crazy to you, so I'll cut the story. I need dope”, Matt said.

The older friend was speechless for a while, and then he said, in a voice devoid of friendship.

"Cant do it. You’re too young. Is this a joke?"

"What if we pay for it? We're dead serious".

"The risks involved are too high"

"Please, man. Just a one-time favour".

The older friend finally gave in.He gave them some dope in a McDonald’s packet and let them out through the back door of his house.

"Now listen carefully”, he said. "Dont overdo it, and wait for the effect to hit you. It’s not instantaneous".

He then banged the door shut.

They then ran back to Matt's garage (the car wasn’t there as his parents were out).Matt then followed all the instructions given to him by the older friend and waited.

It then hit him like a hurricane uprooting a tree. The headache phase lasted only a few seconds, and he was in the vision, at the part where the last one ended.

It was clearer than before, like he was living in a movie. There’s no time to lose, he thought. I must act fast. He looked around in the heaving crowd, looking for someone who looked like the killer, Nathan Gale. He cursed himself for not finding out how he looked. He was frantic, and was sweating even though it was really cold. He then reached the stage without realizing it, and saw Dimebag on stage, playing one of his trademark guitar solos. Then, to his absolute shock, he took out a gun from his jacket pocket (so that was what he had been clutching all along), and points it at Dimebag. Each second seemed an hour, as he pumped him with five bullets straight in the head. He then turned and shot all those who came rushing up to him from the crowd, taking the lives of three others, and wounding two more. Then, in agonizing detail, he saw a police officer brandish his service shotgun and shoot at him. Two shells straight in the face.

The vision ended abruptly, and Matt was sweating as if it was midsummer. He could not cope with what he had just seen.

HE HAD SHOT DEAD DIMEBAG DARRELL!

Was such a thing possible? He was sure it wasn’t a dream, as there were details which he never knew, and which exactly matched the police investigation report of the shootout. Whatever it was one thing he was sure of. Life will never be the same again.

That was the last sane thought Matt Thompson ever had.

It was just as they had said - the killer loved Dimebag too much. Tragic.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Loonies in leather

Heres more stuff on eccentric metal band members...this post is long overdue...the inspiration for this post is Disaster Area, the loony rockers in the Doug Adams laugh riot H2G2.
These are little known bands with little known members...hence their antics are little known too.

The Boston based Grindcore band diecast recently "lost" its drummer; heres how:drummer Jason Costa snuck "off onto a bus in the middle of the night without explanation or warning". The reason was due to an argument with the other members over Brendan Fraser's acting skills.

In 1982, having repeatedly been thrown fake animals on stage by fans, Ozzy osborne bit into the head of a bat onstage, and was required to receive a series of rabies vaccination injections as a preventative measure against the disease. Ozzy said he thought that it was a rubber one thrown at him by a crowd member.

Back in 1982 Ozzy Osbourne was on tour in San Antonio. While there, he took the opportunity to don one of his wife's dresses, stumble over to the Alamo, and urinate on the side of it. Ever since then the number 666 has slowly been forming on the front of the building, gradually becoming more distinct.(woah!!)

Tankard is a speed/thrash-metal band from Frankfurt, Germany, founded in 1982. After losing their guitarist because of their image as a bunch of drunks, they moved on to issue their first record in 1986. From that point on, the band has continuously made songs and records in the same style they started out with - fast metal songs in honor of alcohol. Thus they claim to have invented a new genre called "alcoholic metal". Tankard are self-proclaimed "Kings of Beer".

Will put up more stuff as i come across it.
Stay heavy
Sid

Friday, January 12, 2007

Cold

brr....death by freezing is one of my greatest fears (the greatest one being spiders!)....it dosent seem so improbable now.

As Will Durant noted in his masterpiece "History of man", civilisation has always been an interlude between the Ice ages...looks like global warming may have arrived just in time to save us.

Prison break

Ahh! This is one show that i can go on and on about.The touching tale of looking out for your loved ones, your family and friends in this sordid world of evil government secret agents is sure to be a hit among audiences. It also helps that the show is jam packed with good ol' Hollywood style action, drama and suspense.
i think what the audiences will appreciate is the sacrifices the Burrows family makes to uncover the truth behind the framing of Lincoln.The side characters and accomplices too have an important part to play in the plot, and they are not treated as fillers or mere tools in the hands of the main protagonists.Their stories recsue the show from becoming a one-dimensional narrative and a one-man show.
The attention to detail is mesmerising.No loose ends in the story are left out.
The story itself is unique.The efoorts of one man to rescue his brother from the Death penalty by breaking him out of a high secuity prison is both unique in its own way and not too far out to be unreasonable or unrealistic. But the methods used by the man (Michael Scofield) are brilliant and gives the show an element of surprise and mystery....you're left guessing what he comes up with next.
Wentworth Miller as Michael Scofield essays his role with a cool confidence that stands out in a show full of emotions running high....yes he has been criticised for looking like hes always scanning the surroundings...but thats what he does most of the time, at least in the first season.The others too fit their roles perfectly...my favourite being "t-bag", an easily dislikeable (yes, thats why hes a great actor) scumbag. And, i have to mention it, the actresses are very good (looking) too.
Theres too much to say here...so ill cut it short from now on.
One shouldnt get attached to the characters too much...one that seems likeable one episode might just show an unsavoury side of him/her the next episode, or just simply die! Yes, the show is full of good people dying(being killed, rather) suddenly by the bad guys.
the show also demonstrates the hardships of prison life (heck, no one expects it to be a picnic) and the intricacies in it.
Ok, ive said enough. But if i havent motiveted you enough to get the show by any means possible an start watching it pronto, ive not said enough.Or ive failed.

Sid

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Angela!

The frontman of one of the best Swedish melodic death metal bands,Arch enemy, is a woman - Angela Gossow!
This chick reportedly swept the floor with the others who had auditioned for the position in the band.So all those who think Amy Lee is the face of females in rock music, think again. Gossow is one of the best vocalists in the business and a babe!
If you do get your hands on an Arch enemy Cd, go ahead and buy it-its definetly worth it. Yes, it will be hard to beleive that the harsh vocals are sung by a female, but let it pass.Just enjoy the music.
I didnt believe it too.But the moment it sunk in, i finally believed in the possibility of females being as capable as men....and so will you.

Stay heavy
Sid