Maybe we should have all of our rock stars fill out captchas every time they appear on national television? Or, could an intelligent, robot-like alien accurately and quickly fill out one of these now-primitive tests of humanity?
Would Slipknot be able to accurately fill out a captcha? I don’t know — those masks are really big and probably make it a pain in the ass to see. At any rate, they can plan festivals, I guess, and call it Knotfest. Rolling Stone went ahead and assigned a photo story to Randy Johnson, the former pitcher for the Arizona Diamondbacks, among other teams. Knotfest is a pretty gnarly lookin’ place, and, hm, maybe even oddly sexy? Depending on what you’re into.
Sex is a powerful thing. It makes people fall in love. Helen of Troy, Romeo and Juliet, etc., etc. It also (mostly) makes people go crazy. (See: all romantic comedies). Sometimes, it makes people fall in love, go crazy, and commit murder. Such is the case in the story of Dorothy Stratten. This examination of her life — in which she was a Playmate, an actress, and then the victim of a murder — is grimly fascinating, and seems to have disappeared into the ether, along with all of the other horrible stuff that happens in the world.
I guess life is just weird when you sign up to be a public sex figure.