“The base of the process is constricted where it attaches to the body, so as to prevent displacement from the transverse ligament…Sometimes, however, the process does become displaced, particularly in children, in whom the ligaments are more relaxed: instant death is the result of this accident.”
-pp. 38, Gray’s Anatomy, Henry Gray/T. Pickering Pick, 15th Am. Ed.
I’ve been told that my writing style is annoying. So, in honor of those people who took time out of their very busy life to tell someone who’s been through years of classes where trained people taught them how to write that writing in giant chunks of text with three or four-deep nested parentheses is unattractive and annoying, and that they really don’t want to hear about the music they’re listening to or the cockroach on the wall, I’m going to indent the first line of this post, just to make them happy, and promise not to nest the parentheses more than too deep. Anyway, this week’s insightful analysis: don’t do drugs. Other than that, I’ve really got nothing, because even people with nothing more interesting and generally better to do than complain about the country while doing nothing to change it still run out of things to complain about. Not that I’m out of things to talk about, I just don’t really feel like excoriating anything/one right now. So, instead about complaining about politics instead, I’m going to talk about Green Day (Not to be confused with Green Bay, Wisconsin or Greenery Day, the Japanese holiday. I love Wikipedia.). I’ve listened to them for a long time (that is to say, less than half the time they’ve existed [still a while]) ,and they’ve had their ups and downs. I’m no nostalgicist, my favorite album of theirs is American Idiot. Nimrod comes in a close second. Their older stuff has never really caught on with me, except for a few songs like King for a Day and Basket Case. I didn’t really like 21st Century breakdown, either, and the three albums they put out after that are even worse. And their titles aren’t exactly original. Before I go with this recordly short for me blog post, I have one thing to say about the epigram. If you ever confuse the textbook (source of that hilarious quote) with the awful, horrible, no-good shitdram, I will not find you and kill you, but you will be cursed forever, just saying.
TL;DR: Writing style advice and Green Day. Not really speaking ex cathedra right now, I’m just bored.
Hobbes 
Of the few bands that survived the punk revival of the nineties, I’m glad Green Day was one of them. I couldn’t honestly call them one of my favorites, but they’re one of those bands that just make me glad that they’re out there. I think I’d have to agree with you about American Idiot, but I like songs on all their albums – except the last few, which to be honest I haven’t heard. I’ve always liked Welcome to Paradise, and I would always respect a radio station if they played Brain Stew and Jaded together, as God intended.