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Why?

Why the dickens, not? 

Monday, August 16, 2004

And life keeps getting in the way

Not that it's a bad thing. The weekend was spent getting 2 of my good friends welded. A conversation that was related to me by another mutual friend, comes to mind:

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

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