I’m currently feeling like sh1t with this nasty little virus that has invaded my sinuses and knocked out my finely-tuned thinking processes so essential to programming. So I’ve taken a couple of days off from work - no point in fighting for a lost cause, or indeed in spreading the virus further.

Right now I’m seated in our healing room typing this on the Powerbook G4 while I listen to Coil’s Scatology as it is transferred from cassette tape to mp3 format via the Tape2PC usb tape deck and the XP laptop. I must say the lyrics admirably (I used the word advisedly!) reflect my mood and how I am feeling. “See the black sun rise in the solar lodge” (from Solar Lodge) repeated over and over to cacaphonous drums and guitars does the trick. And the track titles themselves lend to the ambience:

1. Ubu Noir
2. Panic
3. At the heart of it all
4. Tenderness of Wolves
5. The spoiler
6. The clap
7. Solar Lodge
8. The sewage worker’s birthday party
9. Godhead - Deathead
10. Cathedral in Flames

Some of the lyrics in Ubu Noir sound suspiciously like the Klingon “dach mach teach” as uttered by the Klingon captain in the banquet scene on board the Starship Enterprise in The Undiscovered Country.