Sdtrk: ‘Stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before’ by the Smiths

Saw this on my monitor at work, and as it references one of my favourite films, I couldn’t stop giggling.

Strangely enough, he didn’t answer the phone

Sdtrk: ‘Rice 3’ by Merzbow

CHILD (answering phone): Hi, daddy!
ME: Heh… I hope to never, ever, ever, seriously hear that coming from a child’s mouth.

That’s not the first time that’s occurred, either. Now and again during my work duties, some errant toddler, labouring under various assumptions, will answer the phone, and I’ll end up shuddering visibly for five minutes. Hideous.

Who’s your daddy? Apparently I am. Happy now?

Sdtrk: ‘Eyes of a dreamer’ by Charles Manson

RE. the latest Overcompensating.com: I have to say that I cannot disagree with Jeffery Rowland’s reasoning.

Also, from the gaping maw of a coworker earlier today:

‘I had an omelette that was just too big yesterday.’

Who says things like that? Plus, the bloke who said it was a giant chunky bastard, which leaves me to wonder — what constitutes ‘just too big’ for him? An omelette four feet in diameter, perhaps? The mind boggles..

More updates at a later date. Right now I’m in the midst of a flurry of Emails, and I’ve just downloaded the first three episodes of ‘Dexter’, which I hear is rather interesting

Sdtrk: ‘The perfect kiss’ by New order

Once again, at work:
RANDOM GRAN: Oh, I can’t [make a donation]; my husband keeps me all tied up.
ME: Now that sounds like fun! Unless, of course, the ropes burn. But you might be into that.
RANDOM GRAN: Well, I’m more worried about his cigarette butts burning the house down.
ME: Ooh, cigarette burns, too? Sounds like a wild week-end! All you need now is some candlewax!
RANDOM GRAN: I have a pile of that around, too.
ME: …you have a pile of candlewax??

O, come on. I have to do something to keep my brain from leaking out my ears at work. Don’t give me that look

Sdtrk: ‘One more’ by Medicine

BLOKE ON PHONE: Well, I can’t talk right now, cos I’m heading out to work — I work for Otto Bock…
ME: Ahh, as in the guys fighting the Decepticons?
BLOKE ON PHONE: Pardon?
ME: Autobots! Fighting the Decepticons… You know — Transformers, the Eighties cartoon…
BLOKE ON PHONE: Ahh, yeah, I should’ve picked up on that.

Perhaps he actually is working with the Autobots, and just doesn’t want to blow his cover; in which case, his ability to play it off is pretty admirable. Unfortunately, I’ve pledged my allegiance to the Decepticons, so his worthless life will soon be forfeit

Sdtrk: ‘Shaken (Kid 606 refix)’ by Drop the lime

The inevitable conclusion?

SEAN (handing Cd back): ‘Yeah, that was a little too harsh for me, there.’
DAVECAT: ‘Ah ha ha ha ha!’

Obvious result? I would say so, yes..

Burnett-Rae then goes on to briefly discuss [Aleister] Crowley’s poetry and a few other topics. Of interest is when he writes, “I have mentioned that he was unusually temperate in his use of alcohol and that even a slight excess of spirits would cause him to ‘pass out’. The same could not be said of his curries! I was invited to have one of these, prepared by himself, one day just before the war. At the first mouthful I thought I had burned my tongue with caustic acid and reached for the water and thereafter took water with every successive spoonful. Crowley, however, shovelled an enormous plateful away with record speed, fortifying it as he went with chillies and other spices, the sweat pouring down his face, as if he were in a Turkish bath. When he had eaten copiously, he helped himself to more and offered me another plateful but I had had enough, although normally I am fond of curry.”
taken from this site

As I told him, Noise is really an acquired taste

Sdtrk: ‘Cruise (Force the truth)’ by whitehouse

Today was odd at work, as both of my managers were getting all pally with me. Allow me to set up some background, if you will: every week, I bring something to read so I’m not bored insensate both before work begins and for our 10 minute break period, and last week, I’d brought my copy of ‘The Scooter book‘. George ambled by and asked me what it was about, and I explained that I love Mod culture, hence the purchase. (Actually, Zip Gun gave it to me, but that’s a detail he wouldn’t be concerned with.) He pretty much stops round to my desk every time he sees me with a new book or magazine now, and today, he’d enquired as to what other stuff I’m into. I avoided mentioning the obvious, but I brought up Britcoms, and learned that George was a fan of ‘Are you being served?’ and ‘Chef!’, which was pretty ace, and completely unexpected…

Later on, my other supervisor Sean was asking me what kinds of music I’m into, as a couple of weeks ago, he’d seen me reading the recent MOJO magazine special on Morrissey & Manchester. He told me he used to be a guitarist in a local band for a couple of years back in the late Eighties; which, again, was the latest in a series of non sequiturs. I told him that I’m into all kinds of stuff, but these days, I usually can be found listening to either Noise/Power-electronics, or European girl singers from the Sixties. Naturally, I had to attempt to explain it, at which point, Sean said, ‘Have you got a Cd burner? Just burn me some stuff, and I’ll listen to it.’ Aheh heh heh. But of course.

Here’s what I made for him!
File has expired, sorry.
‘Soundtrack for Entropy’. 80 minutes of 18 tracks, featuring NON, Merzbow, Masonna, Ramleh, whitehouse, Venetian snares with Speedranch, The Gerogerigegege, popporu, and Wreath.VCA, which would be my own Power-electronics project from the late Nineties. My only regret is that I couldn’t fit a second Masonna track on the disk, but my intent should still be clear.

I’m eagerly awaiting his response, as it should be priceless. Unless, of course, it gets me fired