Here's a great short commenting on life, or rather sound, in the big city:
Vote for it here on PBS's website. The short that wins wil get screened this Saturday night on PBS..
I really dug this film a lot cause while it had cycling stuff going on, it really wasn't so much about the cycling. That and I can attest to the noise and dampening feeling the city gives off on a daily basis. After working and commuting daily for something like 13 years, the last year of my life on funemployment has been nothing short of a drastic, most welcomed relief. It's at the point now where it's almost a foreign idea for me to set foot in Manhattan. Even when I do, its usually just to cut through to see friends who reside in Brooklyn..
I can't really say I ever felt the pressure get to me or reacted quite like the way the shorts' protagonist did. Lord knows having the ability to belt out tenor style like that would be an awesome talent to posses, seeing as how it would surely land you in the panties of many a fine lady. Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't throw the occasional unnecessary, while being totally necessary, expletive fit now again. Usually it was when I was really busy and some fucking asstard motherfucker(s) didn't bother unjamming the copier after they cluster fucked it to hell. My favorite was when ALL 5 were jammed at the same time and people would get pissed at me cause their copies weren't done in time. Yes, people in offices are THAT fucking stupid and assholey..
Suffice it to say, my wildly inappropriate use of the word 'cunt' at volume, amongst others, in an office atmosphere never really went over that well despite the fact that it was aimed at an inanimate object. People were usually more scared of me than for me. Which is not a bad thing since people rarely ever bothered me for anything unless they absolutely had to. It would certainly explain why no one ever objected to my smoking of weed at my desk. In fact I think they actually preferred it, hehe. Shit, I'm just thankful that no one caught me having sex with a co-worker in the back room! Okay, fine.. I'll admit that office was relatively fun and tolerable. It was the two after that really sucked a nut..
Anyways, has the blog suffered slightly from the lack of my being forced to sit down in front of a computer and keep myself entertained while pretending to look busy for forty something hours a week? Yes. In the grand scheme of things do I give a rats ass? No. Why? Because I no longer have the near uncontrollable urge to bludgeon myself to death by smashing my head into a pane of glass that's too thick for me to crash through due to the lack of distance needed for a good running start from where my desk was located relative to the windows.. That's why..
Right then, I've got some more interesting things coming up real soon. By 'real soon' I mean whenever I damn well please :-)
Also, if you recall my recent post about how much I fucking hate the cops in this town that give the rest of them a bad name, check this shit out:
Interview with Pepper Sprayed Protester Chelsea Elliott from ANIMALnewyork.com on Vimeo.
Apparently pepper spraying nice airheady hippy girls for no reason during a non-violent protest is totally alright now. More on Animal and The New Yorker..
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