At the same time, things have not been all bad. I have discovered a film that I abso-positively-lutely have to see, it's out in the UK on 20 April and the US on 4 April this year, which looks awesome. From that I have found a group whose approach to music I seem to enjoy and, through them, I have discovered a version of a song that I already enjoyed (Tilly's fault) that seems a bit more real and honest than some of the stuff I've heard. Although the song is a cover, I get the impression that the lyrics are being sung with a real raw honesty. Mind you, I could just be reading into it things that aren't there.
|I'm sorry, but any film that has 'Moon|
Nazis' as a principal term, let alone the
bad guys, gets my vote. The fact that the
tagline of the whole silly enterprise is
"The Battle for Earth is Gonna Get Nazi!"
is just the icing on the cake!
So, obviously, I went searching for them too. I found some more of their stuff that I rather liked and started playing it a lot. Then, this evening, when looking after The Boy, I discovered, by accident, this. I think I may be as obsessed with this as I was with my shoes when I bought them. But that doesn't surprise me much, I have an addictive and faddish personality when confronted with such things.
|Did someone call for help?|
The situation at work is not helped by the small matter of my inability to use situations to my advantage and my tendency to gravitate toward lying and cheating despite my outwardly high morals. When my old superior was leaving he gave me some documentation on his replacement that I wasn't supposed to see. I read it, it was gold in the sense that it was a document that showed the incoming replacement was deeply flawed. I kept it, of course, to crow over in private and remind myself of her failings when I needed a pick-me-up. Then I forgot about it. And she found it. Now, there's no proof I have read it, owned it or even seen it before she found it. But she suspected me. She knows, I know she knows and she knows I know. Now she's found the motivation to destroy me. And I have lied through my teeth to everyone who'll listen that I was unaware of the document. This is hardly a christian approach to such things and may explain my current obsession with the Laibach cover mentioned earlier, and the honesty with which I feel they sing the lyrics. Not that I agree with the lyrics, incidentally, I just enjoy the music and find the set up intriguing.
This evening I shall have some beer. I shall have some shit in a pot (Pot Noodle mostly) and I will do bog all until I sleep. And I will enjoy it.