• At last, Friday is here. The weekend looms ahead, like a big comfy warm blanket. I hate to do anything to speed the passage of time, but really, I am so ready to be out of the office. I have so much to look forward to, and none of it is at work: never really is. Working is, however, far better than not working: I did that far too long last year. Sitting and having nothing to do does nothing to chase off depression. Unfortunately, stressing in the office doesn't either. But at least, the office pays the bills. I love fried chicken. I know it is not the healthiest way to prepare chicken, but I don't really give a good Goddamn. It tastes good, and that was what I wanted. Besides, my friend and roommate made basil flavored pasta and honey glazed yams. Yum, yum. I love the Chemical Brothers album, "Brothers' Gonna Work It Out". I decided to try it after hearing songs like "Galaxy Bounce", and "Star Guitar" on various soundtracks. When I'm not fueling my rage or nursing my sense of alienation with bands like KMFDM, Gary Numan, Sisters Of Mercy, Joy Division, and Jesus And Mary Chain, I like Paul Oakenfold, Gus Gus, Tangerine Dream, and Jean Michael Jarre. Also, Paul Simon, Peter Gabriel, Fleetwood Mac, and Warren Zevon. I listen to a lot of their stuff. I am really not a fan of most commercial radio bands. Really, the last decade-and-a-half, I have probably only heard one song each from such bands as Cake, Sublime, Radiohead, Ben Folds Five, Jewel, and other such acts from the same period of time. I never learned to like Marilyn Manson, System of a Down, Blues Traveler, Goo Goo Dolls, and a myriad of others. While I enjoyed select works from The Blodhound Gang, Primus, Sponge, Coldplay, and Jimmy Eat World, I would hardly say they are indicative of my favorites. On the other hand, I could listen to Lords Of Acid, Praga Khan, Traci Lords, Future Sound Of London, and Moby for hours. When I am feeling especially nostalgic, I turn to ELO, OMD, Missing Persons, and other acts for the late Seventies/Eighties.

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