Newbie:
Perhaps SFC's most hated term of all. Usenet groups are overflowing with
arrogant asswipes who perpetuate this condescending blood-boiler. These
know-it-all dickheads, who sit coiled like vipers waiting to lash out at
some poor unsuspecting sap whose only real crime is having an America Online
e-mail address. I'd love to see one of you pencil-necks speak to someone
face to face like that, so that I could be there to watch them lay you the
fuck out. Die über-dork, die!
Mosh:
Do I really need to elaborate here? Once upon a time, Punk Rock was a wondrous
and beautiful thing. Slam dancing used to be so much fun. Enter jocks and
metal-heads, and their inevitable perversion and bastardization of our lifestyle
on a whole. If you've ever used "mosh" in a serious context, you
are in dire fucking need of a clue. I hope you crack your skull doing a
stage dive.
Cyber:
Yes indeed, the prefix of champions. Mondo 2000 would be proud of you. Nuff
Sed.
Party (as an action-verb):
Another obvious one. The second this one flys out of someones mouth, you
can pretty much assume there's nothing else in there worth listening to.
"the Scene":
I guess originally this was a noble concept. Unfortunately, the jokers waving
this flag today tend to be nothing more than a cliqueish bunch of youngsters
with blue hair and Green Day t-shirts in search of the next great soap opera
in their silly little lives.
Punx (with an "x"):
Usually preceeded by "Crusty", or "Rat Pack", or something
equally retarded. You know the type, these homeless neo/psuedo punk rockers
that smell like urine and bother you for change. "Hey man, I know I've
got about six hundred dollars worth of facial piercings, but can you spare
some change so i can buy a 40 oz.? What did you want me to say? For food?
Hey fuck you man, at least I'm honest." Just what brand of stupid crawled
into these Sid and Nancy rejects' heads to make them romanticize something
as pathetic as being a smelly, homeless freak? Austin has perhaps the most
wretched congregation of these idiots, with Tuscon, Hollywood, and New Orleans
not too far behind. These Quincy-punks are even too lame for "the scene".
