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Monday, November 14, 2005

Losing my religion

"Life... Electric Word Life... It means forever and that's a mighty long time... But I'm here to tell you there's something else... Work!"

I have accidentally joined what I had consider to be a very lucky group of people.

Who are they/me? Which 'Cult' have I been inaugurated into? Well, it's a faction of our society as rare as rocking horse shit, individuals that actually 'Enjoy' their job! Yes, you heard me right, 'Enjoy'!

The frightening and frankly disturbing fact about this anomally is that I hadn't noticed it happening, it must have just sneaked up behind me [Probably when I was pissed... it had plenty of opportunity!]

But the real disturbing conundrum with the whole situation is what has brought this on? Is there a remote possibility that its been caused by the fact that I'm having to work damn hard at the moment to keep the current project on schedule [late but on schedule ;-) ]... surely this can only be a coincidence, because at the moment all I feel is stressed and tired! [No, don't give me that work hard, satisfaction bullshit!]

This just can't be normal... Isn't work meant to be a means to an ends... [The ends being to earn enough wonga to have a good time]... We're not really meant to 'Enjoy' this part are we...?

Answers on the back of a stamped address envelope please...

Ciao Ciao
Confused From Chichester

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2Comments:

gemmak said...: Good god man...a post??!!! I am suffering palpatations, though doubtless there will be plenty of time for them to cease in the interim between this and the next! :oP

And don't complain, to enjoy your job is fab, oh to be in that class! You are a contrary soul, it's just exactly becasue you are so stressed right now that you like it ....it's the 'man and challenge' thing no doubt! heh; 6:15 pm
Anonymous said...: So you work as a beer taster right?; 12:11 pm

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"I know why you're here. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer...."

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D: "Where is everybody, Hol?"
H: "They're dead, Dave."
D: "Who is?"
H: "Everybody, Dave."
D: "What, Captain Hollister?"
H: "Everybody's dead, Dave."
D: "What, Todhunter?"
H: "Everybody's dead, Dave."
D: "What, Selby?"
H: "They're all dead. Everybody's dead, Dave."
D: "Petersen isn't, is he?"
H: "Everybody is dead, Dave."
D: "Not Chen?"
H: "Gordon Bennett! Yes! Chen, everybody. Everybody's dead, Dave"
D: "Rimmer?"
H: "He's dead, Dave. Everybody's dead. Everybody is dead, Dave!"
D: "Wait. Are you trying to tell me everybody's dead?"
H: "I wish I'd never let him out in the first place."

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"I know most of you have been where I am tonight: the crash site of unrequited love. You've asked yourself, how did I get here? What was it about--was it her smile, Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle? The poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart?...."

"That's an age-old question; it's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night. Hey, you said it best, Will: "Love looks not with eyes but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind." Yeah....."

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"Well one day I was at home threatening the kids when I looks out through the hole in the wall and sees this tank pull up and out gets one of Dinsdale's boys, so he comes in nice and friendly and says Dinsdale wants to have a word with me, so he chains me to the back of the tank and takes me for a scrape round to Dinsdale's place and Dinsdale's there in the conversation pit with Doug and Charles Paisley, the baby crusher, and two film producers and a man they called 'Kierkegaard', who just sat there biting the heads of whippets and Dinsdale says 'I hear you've been a naughty boy Clement' and he splits me nostrils open and saws me leg off and pulls me liver out and I tell him my name's not Clement and then... he loses his temper and nails me head to the floor..."

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"If u hold back anything Ill kill ya. If u bend the truth or I think your bending the truth, Ill kill ya. If u forget anything Ill kill ya. In fact ur gonna have to work very hard to stay alive. Now do u understand everything Ive said? Because if u dont, Ill kill ya...."

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"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. "

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The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

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Love comes when manipulation stops. When you think more about the other person than about his or her reaction to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Losing my religion

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