Goth girls the world around are committing hari-kiri

So Trent Reznor, who long starred in my dreams before I met my husband, apparently got married this past weekend.  Just last week I was telling NFL Guy that every girl has that dangerous fantasy guy - the guy you know is horribly bad for you but deliciously tempting?

Mine was always Trent Reznor.  Before he wore suits.  Stick to the leather pants, Trent.  They suit you.

I’m not sure if it was his dark good looks, or the barely concealed rage of his lyrics, or the incredibly violent but sexual beats of most Nine Inch Nails songs - or even a combination of all of those.  Then again, I find Alan Rickman as Severus Snape absurdly alluring, too.

However, I digress.  Reznor got hitched to his longtime girlfriend, Mariqueen Maandig, who used to belong to indie band West Indian Girl.  The news broke - how else? - via Twitter, when Reznor’s bandmate Danny Lohner tweeted the following:

“goths the world over will mourn this day- off to a wedding….CONGRATS my nagguh!“

Lohner included this photo of the happy couple:

Despite the level of doosh inherent in Lohner’s exultation of his nagguh’s happiness, Thundersquee! wishes the happy couple mazel tov.

Now I must go furiously comb Lord Google for a new dangerous sex object.

Concert Edition

Dudes, I am so friggen tired. Last night I accompanied the Mister to see one of his fave bands: NIN. I like NIN, but not enough to lay down that sort of cash. Mister Numberone, however, is adorably rabid, so away we went to the Jones Beach Amphitheater. It was windy and cold, but, honestly, one of the best sounding venues I have ever been to.  It was a pretty amazing show.

First, enjoy this video back from when Trent wasn’t burly and Marilyn Manson wasn’t bloated.

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