Mate: need to take leave to go for a wedding - close friend
Boss: ok. So what does this guy do?
Mate: He's looking for Life on Mars.
Boss: < Pause > he cannot be doing that for a living .....
I guess there is an art of not letting life get in the way.
A lightening fuel strike, found me on the misty roads of [bleep] at 5:00 a.m in search of petrol. A surreal experience; mist, a light drizzle, the lonely petrol shed with it's solitary attendant, and the wiff of petrol in the cold air. I must repeat that someday.
And I still haven't found the time or means to watch Gloomy Sunday. It's on VHS - < sigh > The more interesting movies are still on VHS. The movie is based on the Hungarian Song with the same title, popularly known as the 'suicide song' which supposedly drove a hundred odd people to suicide in the 1930's - I shit you NOT. I have not been able to find an audio version of the song, though it's Hungarian lyrics are out there somewhere. Maybe it's time to re-distribute the song; the movie includes a full version. It would be a nice experiment. hmmmm... requires thought.
Google has been telling me i need a holiday, for some time now. Maybe I should listen . It's been a slow morning. It'll probably be a slow day.
I feel the need to sharpen my pencils.
urped by gumz @ 11:39 AM