I want to get to a point in my life where I never have to say "We" again, while meaning "The Company I Work For."

"-Your blog is very lazy."

A friend of mine said that to me.

I was struck by it, because, hey, that's the point.
I'm lazy, my blog is about laziness, and my blog is by extension lazy.

But the thing is he was saying it was lazy because I don't update it much. So that's kind of the ultimate expression of my laziness, but kind of self-defeating too.

So I'm busily vacillating between options for my life at the moment. I don't hate my job, but I don't want to go there either. I have all these really great fantasy jobs, like photographer, and if my hair goes grey soon I think I'll make a rather dashing psychotherapist, and recently I've felt like I'd like to study film.

I don't want to make films, not really, but I love reading about them, and maybe I could make a living out of that. Er... so how do I do that? Not sure.
It's a lovely idea though. Academic life would suit me. Lazy nonconformist that I was I never even applied to go to college, and I've been working since I was eighteen... I'd like to have that kind of lazy dazy going to lectures or not feeling.

I love films, and I think there's a lot of great film writing out there, but so much of it is so bitter...
I don't get it, I know a lot of film critics are kind of in some way connected to the industry and that causes bitterness, but think of how many of them just went to college, to do film studies, then became reviewers, and started being unpleasant about other people's work?
Why study films if you don't really like them that much?

I'd like to write a book about fifty films that I think have worth because they've got heart and they were made with real dedication and love by their creators. That could be a tough sell though, it's kind of lowbrow.

Accessibility is not a crime...

The title of this post is the real point though, I've been called a nazi while working for a large corporation, and it didn't hurt that much, but it pissed me off. And I don't like being pissed off much more than I like being hurt.

Wouldn't it be great to only talk in work in terms of "I" ?

I'd need a new method if I were to write about films... I don't think you can bitch about the horrors of the corporate world and do film criticism at the same time. And anyway, I set out not to complain on this blog.

Good things lately:

Still sleeping badly, but my girlfriend was away a week and it's been a lot of fun to have her back. We live together, and a week away makes you realise how much you miss her, and even makes you feel a little like vacuuming.

Saw a play of the Importance of Being Earnest. It was beautiful. Started with Oscar Wilde sitting in a cafe in Paris, remembering his old triumphs, and he starts to think of The Importance Of Being Earnest, his finest hour. Suddenly the all male patrons of the cafe start appearing as the cast, and the play is enacted on the cafe set, with set changes done in-character by cafe employees. Obviously the female characters are played by men too, but it was handled well, played for laughs, but never with that strange mysogenist feeling that often happens in drag-comedy. They were quite well counterpointed, one of the girls was convincing, the other had kind of heavy eyebrows and a dodgy voice, but bounced around like certain kinds of teenage girls do. So yeah, go see it. If you're in Dublin, go to the Abbey and catch it.