“We’ve reached peak void,” I said to my assistant the other day, over a charcuterie board and a bottle of Mendoza Malbec, at a place where one generally goes to acquire charcuterie boards and bottles of Mendoza Malbec. “Define ‘peak void’,” she said belatedly, still staring at a Groupon deal for crystal telepathy healing™ on her phone. “Peak void,” I said, nibbling condescendingly on a wedge of aged asiago, “is the point at which the number of metal bands with the word ‘void’ in their name becomes so great that it shall tip past the cosmological density parameter, leading us … Continue reading Say Hello to the Original* Void