the best parts of the green day concert in dc last night
- A person in a pink bunny suit came out to hype up the crowd and then was dragged off by the legs. idk
- Bohemian Rhapsody blasting through the speakers before they took the stage, followed by Blitzkrieg Bop
- They opened with Know Your Enemy. Throwing some major shade at the orange man there.
- during Bang Bang, Billie yelled “I want you all to sing so loud that that son of a bitch in the White House can hear you!”
-a little speech from Billie about being tired of conspiracy theories and wanting the truth, and how people need to spread love and tolerance, not hate
- When Billie had the lights turned out during Holiday, he had the crowd chant “No Racism Zone! No Sexism Zone! No Homophobia! And No More Walls!”
- water guns and a tee shirt cannon
- “HEY-OOOOO” all night long
- 2 kids were brought up to sing and got to crowd surf. The guy who sang Longview absolutely killed it, and after Billie got the mic back, he exclaimed “You trying to steal my job?”
- Mike busted out some nice moves and legwork
- A 16 yr old girl was brought up to play guitar, and you could tell she was shy but Billie encouraged her and tried to make her comfortable onstage. She received a standing ovation and cheers and THEN SHE GOT TO KEEP THE GUITAR
- Billie had the people from Maryland, Virginia, and D.C. cheer separately to gauge how many people from each area there was and then yelled out “Wow, there are a lot of Maryland folks here” (which, hell yeah, that’s where I’m from)
- After that, he ran off stage and onto the floor area to sing and play which was hilarious to watch bc there was a bunch of people suddenly migrating over to him like chicks drawn to a mama bird, and the security guys kept going back and forth trying to get people give Billie some space and you could just tell they were really exasperated.
- kickass harmonica solo
-they played Burnout, which I got really excited about bc I really love that song and had practiced it the previous day along with concert staples just for fun, I didn’t expect them to actually play it
- “We all come from fucked up backgrounds, but when we come together like this, we can be fucked up together!”
-Tre sang the opening lines to shout while Billie played drums, and then skipped around the stage before going back to drums. Billie smacked his butt
- Billie pulled at a fucking kazoo while Jason played the saxophone
- little tribute to George Michael
- Billie had the crowd sing Hey Jude
- At the end of American Idiot, Billie yelled “FUCK YOU, DONALD TRUMP!!!”
- They played Jesus of Suburbia, fuck yeah
in short, it was an awesome night and I hope I remember it for as long as I live
Randy Stiles learned the hard way: Having a Confederate flag tattoo that reads “Southern Pride” with a noose hanging off it isn’t a path to success.
“A lot of public ridicule came from it,” Stiles, 25, said this month as he waited to get the flag on his right forearm removed. “I’ve got to get it gone.”
Eliminating a tattoo like that takes hours under the needle and usually costs as much as $500. But Southside Tattoo in Brooklyn Park, Md., is removing the hate for free, covering up racist and gang-related tattoos as part of its mission.
A no-cost coverup fits right into Stiles’s budget. Though he got the tattoo at 18 — when he was “young and dumb,” he said — the father of three now hopes to move into management at the trucking company where he works and worries the tattoo could hold him back.
Though he’s not a racist, he said, the tattoo made him look like one.
“It’s not something I would wish on anyone,” said Stiles, of Baltimore. “A racist [or] gang tattoo puts a target on you.”
Specifically for the part of Maryland that counts as the DC Metro area, because I grew up there and eventually moved away and realized it’s so much fucking weirder than anyone there knows. I’d do VA too but I know jack shit about living in Northern Virginia–and anyway, as a Maryland native, I am a blood-sworn enemy to NOVA and all its ilk, so it doesn’t matter.
“I’m from DC,” you tell everyone. This is a lie. You never go into
DC. You know you have been to DC and that you are in DC all the time, but you also know that you never go to DC. No one you know goes into DC. “Half an hour
away,” you say. This might be true. The last time you went it took three hours, or maybe three years. You do not remember how you escaped.
Why does nobody ever talk about how weird Maryland is?
Nobody ever talks about Maryland, period. It’s like they forget it’s a state. There’s no real stereotypes about people from Maryland, because it’s right in the middle of the east coast, EXCEPT everyone from Maryland is obsessed with crabs and Old Bay seasoning. You may think I’m exaggerating, but my friend’s brother used to actually drink Old Bay straight. The only time I ever saw my boyfriend look at me with anything other than pure love and respect was when I said that I thought crabs served in the shell were overrated. McDonalds in Maryland serves Filet-o-Fish WITH OLD BAY SEASONING. Once I saw a production of The Little Mermaid in Maryland, and the actor playing the chef sang “now some Old Bay!” instead of “now some flour,” and the audience burst into rapturous applause in the middle of the song. Old Bay is as essential to Marylanders as flour.
The official state sport of Maryland is jousting. No joke.
And once, I went to a McDonalds’ down the road from Camp David while George W. Bush was staying there, and there were free-range chickens who lived in the parking lot. It made me uncomfortable.
Edgar Allan Poe, John Waters, Frank Zappa, and F. Scott Fitzgerald are all from Maryland. Oh, and John Wilkes Booth. Something weird is in the water there. My money’s on Old Bay.
So hiya, yeah I’ve been inactive again for a while ^ ^; But reasons! Last weekend, I went to visit my lovely friend @reallyquantum, pictured with me in the last photo. It’d been a while since I visited anyone so it was a real treat, we had a really girly weekend shopping at malls, went to SPX, saw Ghostbusters again, her mom was amazing, and also the highlight: my first Renaissance Fest!
I threw together an outfit from stuff I had at home and rushed to make myself a matching elf crown and necklace thingy (I made reallyquantum’s back in college) which turned out a bit fancier than expected >.>; I got a lot of compliments which made me really happy, since I haven’t worn anything cool to a con-like event in a really long time ^ ^ The back, not pictured, is the fanciest part so I’ll try to post pictures of that later.
The people are whispering. There is a Walgreens here now. Have you heard? There is a Walgreens here now. The people are screaming. There is a Walgreens here now. You drive, and see something out of the corner of your eye. There is a Walgreens here now. It hungers.
You do not remember entering the parking lot. There is no exit from the parking lot. You loop, and do not recognize the sigils carved into the asphalt. You loop, and see black liquid pooling beneath your car. It is not gasoline. This is your home now.
The Costco’s gas line has spilled into the street. They are unmoving. They will always be unmoving. You think that once, you entered the Costco’s gas line. You look at yourself in your rearview mirror and do not recognize the creature staring back at you.
There was a fight at school. Which school? It does not matter. There is a video on Twitter, but you can only hear screams. No one notices the fear in the eyes of the students. They cannot cease. It will not let them.
There is another pothole in your neighborhood’s road. It is filled with asphalt. When it reappears, it is filled with blood. They do not touch it again.
The MSAs are here. Several parents have kept their children home. Home from what? The students cannot tell you. The teachers try, but all that comes out is screaming.
The RenFaire is back. The RenFaire never left.
Let’s go to the Inner Harbor, says a visitor. You agree. You make the sacrifice at midnight and await the next visitor. You are safe, for now.
There is a creature roaming Merriweather Post Pavilion. The screams punctuate the music, in time with the beat. You cannot turn from the stage. You cannot block out the screaming. You wonder if you will be next.
Thirty minutes out of Baltimore, you say. Twenty if you are being followed. Ten if you cannot comprehend the physical existence of the thing following you.
You are filing taxes. One of the pages is splattered in blood and written in runes that you have never seen before. It’s for the schools, you tell yourself.
the keepers on netflix has been really really really good - i say that as a loosely catholic marylander who knows people who went to the hs in question. like it handles a lot of tough subjects with a deft touch.