So I guess it's time to acknowledge that the universe is still here and my next mortgage payment and credit card bill are due. Thanks a fucking lot, Mayans. Way to let everyone down. So since we're still here (at least until Harold Camping carries a one in his calculations and gives doomsday another whirl), it's time to flip over another calendar and circle the important dates. Fortunately for you, I've annotated every every punk and grind moment of horological significance in 2013 for your convenience.
There's a Hole in May Heart That Can Only Be Filled By... Me
Valentine's Day is coming. Operation: Cliff Clavin let you off the hook.
The Last Call of Cthulhu
In a more just universe, March 15th would be an interdimensional holiday of squamous, tentacled celebration. Rudimentary Peni represent.
Just a summertime jam from the Minutemen.
And now a quick word from your travel agent, the Sex Pistols. Pass the cocoa butter and mankini.
Season of the Witch
I just had a lame pirate costume as a kid. The Dead Kennedys make me feel bad for even trying.
Dawn of the Dead (The Original, Not the Remake)
Mmmm. Sugar skulls. Nashgul remind us that Americans don't own all the holidays.
Guess Who's Creeping Up Your Chimney
Twas the night before Grindmas, courtesy of Agoraphobic Nosebleed. Enough with Christmas, guys, I'm waiting for your epic Yom Kippur themed album.
If you're lucky, coal is the only thing The Locust will leave in your stocking.