At My Desk (Part 1)

There is little no motion currently happening whatsoever.  I literally feel like doing butkus.  Period.  Full stop. 

For the bosses sake, however, I still have to maintain that illusion of actually working so I’ve learned that having my headset on will help give that impression; it’s just a question of what I want to broadcast through those headsets at any given time. And today, to help perpetrate that myth of being busy, I’m listening to the ‘A Clockwork Orange‘  soundtrack by Wendy Carlos.

Yes, this is the Stanley Kubrick movie with the assault scene featuring huge ceramic dicks.  You’re very correct.  Wendy Carlos (sometimes miscredited as ‘Walter Carlos’ – which, in itself, isn’t really a miscredit given that Wendy is Walter if you catch my meaning) is the Grammy Award winning composer for whom I am giving credit to most of the music – Beethoven aside that is – since it is comprised of otherwise known classical music and original electronic synthetic music composed by Carlos herself.

I will admit that this listen makes being here at the office feel a bit, well, creepy.  For example, ‘March from A Clockwork Orange‘  makes me want to go all Postal and reenact the infamous scene in the movie where the Droogs trash the socialites apartment by tearing up the office here – starting with the guy on the other side of my desk who is currently clanking his spoon loudly inside his nerdy Darlek coffee mug.  True story. It’s a good thing then that I’m not working out right now as there’s no telling what might happen.  But then there’s the opening ‘Title Music from A Clockwork Orange‘ which would be the kind of music you would climb a mountain to or something.  So it’s a total juxtaposition of emotions here in Corporate Hell and I may need something different to balance this all out later on.  At least there’s the audible relief by way of the ‘I Want to Marry a Lighthouse Keeper‘ and ‘Singin’ In the Rain‘  tracks that kept my head from exploding.



About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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