the sad trap of gravity

It seems I'm stuck being serious over Bob Dylan or Wong Kar Wai films, clearly an obsession so I need to lighten up a bit more, take a day off and have a good Thai massage or take a flight to the Bahamas to drink a nice cocktail. The closest I have come is lazing in the garden reading the newspaper, I suppose that's not a bad thing.

A favourite columnist of mine and personal hero, Toshihiro Nagoshi, one time wrote a simple equation for success. It went along the lines of (Talent x Hard Work = Success), which I agree to a certain extent, but as a way of describing life I think it misses a few parts. I think he misses the insanity of what should be done in a real office, I can't speak for peculiarities of a Japanese softco but I can for the ones flying around in my mind.

Things to try at work
1.run into a meeting while it is in progress and try and steal the cans of Sprite.
2.stick random pictures of Chinese medicine man onto peoples desks.
3.attempt to trick the project manager into signing an agreement that the project will pay for a box at the new stadium.
4.chasing someone with a pair of novelty scissors across each office you have access to.
5.locking up all the stationery and open up a shop from your email in box in an attempt to earn some bonus cash while you open up excel for the 20th time of the day.

If that made any sense may Baltar save you.

Nite children.

If life is making mistakes and learning from them, surely death is knowing that you can be content in not making them any more. My legs give way in front of me and I collapsed onto the floor in a fit of coughs and saliva covering my face. I clutch at my chest trying to breathe a bit better but to no avail. My heart was pounding harder and harder and that was the last of what I remember.

Waking in a mild cold shiver, a tube is stuck in my arm and the bright light above my head, it feels like it's swinging back and forth. There's a strained muffled noise coming from my left hand side, I try to stand up. My legs give way in front of me and I collapse onto the floor in a barrage of kicks to the side.

I made another mistake and it crept up on me to give me one more kick in the side.

musik

• If You Ever Find Yourself Caught In Love- Belle & Sebastian
• The Getaway Plan- Funeral For A Friend
• All In The Family- Korn
• Fake Sound Of Progress- Lost Prophets
• Anneurysm- Nirvana
• Stars- Dubstar
• Angkor Wat Theme- In The Mood For Love OST
• Kid A- Radiohead
• Dancing In The Dark- Bruce Springsteen
• Born to Run- Bruce Springsteen
  
• Renegades of Funk- Rage Against The Machine
• How I Could Just Kill A Man- Rage Against The Machine
• The Shape Of Punk To Come- Refused
• He's On The Phone- St Etienne

kino

• Master & Commander

buch

• Japan- Lonely Planet

vershieden

• Talking to old primary school friends about heroes and blatent capitalism.
• Chatting to Nikki and offering her a can of Healy stolen Sprite, what a super hero (Nikki not the Sprite).
• Pedro owing me money, which I intend to get back without the need to break his fingers and jam his head in a vice.
• The jetlag afflicting Tuckers face.
• Patrick MacGoohan.
• Being all dressed up with no where to go.
• Hair putty unused in my desk drawer, the wilder my hair gets at work.
• Finding this years Xmas album by accident as always.
• Making Boulanger jealous with another woman.