Yeah, this post is mostly fluff. Get over it. I’ve had a rather shitty fortnight, and videos like these are helping me get through it.
What sort of shitty fortnight? First, I caught a cold — no big deal. Then my wife caught it as I was shaking it off. That wouldn’t have been a big deal, either, except that she had an asthma attack that ended up putting her in the hospital most of this week.
She’s getting better, and I’ve been visiting her on my lunch breaks and after work, but it’s wearing to show up at work and produce at the same level as if everything’s hunky fuckin’ dory. I know I could take time off under the Family and Medical Leave Act, but that leave is unpaid, and this is America: nobody can afford to not get paid in this demon-ridden country.
Besides, I’m a man so I don’t get to fall apart. Not over shit like this. Not when I kept it together and did my job when Catherine had fucking breast cancer. Hell, I didn’t lose my shit when my father was dying. Compared to that, this should be nothing.
I’m still not happy about it, though. I’m probably gonna have to pay a few grand because we hadn’t hit our deductible yet. But I’ve got no time to cry.
So I’ve been using heavy music to cope. That, and a replay of Final Fantasy XV, which — because its protagonist Noctis is the chosen lightbringer whose road trip/bachelor party becomes a struggle to save a world plagued by darkness — only needs a cutscene of him alone and singing “Gethsemane” to turn the whole affair into Lucifer Christ Superstar. I mean, the game’s got Vivian Westwood couture, Coleman camping gear, and even some weapons-grade cringe quests and dialogue plugging Nissin Cup Noodles, so why not an Andrew Lloyd Webber cover to go along with Florence and the Machine covering Ben E. King’s “Stand By Me”?
I think my favorite version of “Gethsemane” was done by a German prog metal band called Vanden Plas. It was a bonus track on my copy of their Christ 0 album.
Hard to believe it’s been thirteen years since this dropped. And, frankly, it sounds like she did have to cut him off. I say that because I’ve been friends with this guy. Hell, I’ve been this guy myself — and I hope I’ve outgrown it.
I keep forgetting that I’ve got a shitload of David Bowie albums that I had ripped from secondhand CDs, but this track seems apropos given the times.
If this is how you feel, I don’t blame you. Sometimes I feel that way too despite being an American myself.
After all, we’re rather behind, as observed by Bruce Dickinson.
Also, given how President Blumpkin is pretending to be a bull and mistaking the Executive Branch for a china shop, is this ditty about Uncle Sam knowing what I do at night when my wife isn’t around still relevant? Does the government still know when I masturbate?
And, yes, this is more than three videos. I had started with three when I started this post and it just kinda got out of hand. Deal with it. ’Cause you probably need some Nyetflix and chill as much as Donald and Melania do.
