And now, back to our regularly scheduled complaining.

So,

I have no health issues today, no earth shattering home issues, no bouts of crushing depression (at least not yet today).

Therefore, I can now return to bitching about my favorite subject...

...Have I mentioned how much I hate my job lately?

Well...it could have been worse.

Had Band Practice last night. I wasn't 100%. Hell, I wasn't 50% last night. I was however, aware of where I was vocally and am confident that I will be able to put on a good show Saturday Night.

Ahhhh Illness...let me be enveloped by your phlegmy embrace...

I have been sick a week, progressively getting better, but slower than I would like.

Tonite is a big test for me: I have band practice.

I will let you know how I do...

Where the Wild Things Are...

When was the last time a movie TRAILER made you well up with tears? Well, for me it was the trailer for Spike Jonze's Where the Wild Things Are. The movie looks incredible and I cannot wait to see it.

And now, the reviews come pouring in, and they are everything one could hope for...

http://www.aintitcool.com/node/42679

http://www.aintitcool.com/node/42677

http://chud.com/articles/articles/21103/1/REVIEW-WHERE-THE-WILD-THINGS-ARE/Page1.html

See this freakin' movie.

The little things that make me happy...

When I was a kid, I loved the Lone Ranger. I didn't love the lame 1981 movie, but I loved the Cartoon with the Lone Ranger and Zorro. I don't know why, but it was just something that really affected me as a child. Ever since then, I loved the finale of the William Tell Overture. As I grew older and gained an appreciation for music, I came to love the entire piece and Rossini in general.

Anyway, I have been cruising around the movie sites and watched a script review on Latino Review. In case you don't know, this website has turned into a definitive and fairly accurate source of info about upcoming films. Today they covered the Lone Ranger film that is coming out. They talked up the script, about how it will more closely follow the old radio stories and what have you. It sounds like a lot of fun.

Here's the weird thing, I have had the damn finale from the William Tell Overture in my head all week anyway, before I read or heard anything new on the Lone Ranger film.

Weird...but nifty.

I think my job is killing me...

...and yet I still try to make the best of this place. I seriously try to hang on to this miserable existence here. Thank God my life isn't my job; I would need to be euthanized. What kind of situation is it when the best thing you can think of happening right now is to get fired? Maybe that's the impetus I need to start anew. I always seem to do my best and most effective work when my back is against the wall, as they say. Curse of the criminally clever, yet perpetually lazy, I suppose.

I just take a look at my situation sometimes and think "is this what I left my insurance job and went back to school for? Simply to find myself in another insurance job?" This was specifically the kind of situation I went to school to avoid, and yet here I am. Seven years after graduation and what the hell happened?

Believe me, I know that most people hate their jobs. Many don't do anything involved with what they went to college for and even fewer can say that they honestly do what they love. But dammit, I have to take a stand! I cannot let this place define me, nor can I let myself grow complacent and discouraged. This place feeds on that. It needs it. Its the only way it keeps hold of the miserable bastards who hate their jobs but have to stay here: feeding into their hopelessness...

I can't spend much more time in this cube...

Rock N' Roll?

Last night I sang so much at Band Practice (auditioning new bassists) that when I got home, I spit up blood. Only once, and then it didn't happen again. I can't figure out why, but I guess I will let it go, for now, and chalk it up to Rock N' Roll...