Today has sort of been crappy. I watched Shaun of the Dead finally, and it was ok, pretty funny. Then I went to work. The first thing I did at work was go to the bathroom. Here is what happened. I stood up in the stall, turned around, reaching for my belt, and in the process managed to fling my Leatherman into the toilet. The unflushed toilet. Let me tell you about my Leatherman. This thing has been my constant companion for about seven years and my most trusted and used of tools. I pulled it out, cleaned off my hand, and than put the tool and the case into a sanitizing solution. It didn’t think it’d be too rough on stainless steel, but the case I was a bit worried about, it’s leather. I put the case into the oven to dry out and than hand dried the tool and dosed it in WD40 and than cleaned it again. It has a manly smell to it now, but I messed up the case in the oven. Looks weird. I spent most of my thought time at work thinking about how post-World War I Adolf Hitler and Aleister Crowley may very well be the same person. I read some very interesting articles about it today. The one that I read the most of, the one I just linked there, is so incredibly poorly laid out, I’m not really sure about what is being said sometimes. I think I might glean out the major points and see if I can validate them. It’s a fabulous conspiracy theory that really has my interest.

Speaking of Aleister Crowley, I’ve been listening to this one Led Zepplin song a whole lot recently. I don’t know why it’s got my interest. Apparently it’s a bit of a rarity:

“Hey Hey What Can I Do” by Led Zeppelin
Wanna tell you ‘bout the girl I love
My she looks so fine
She’s the only one that I been dreamin’ of
Maybe someday she will be all mine
I wanna tell her that I love her so
I thrill with her every touch
I need to tell her she’s the only one I really love
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, she won’t be true, no
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true
Sunday morning when we go down to church
See the menfolk standin’ in line
I said they come to pray to the Lord
With my little girl, looks so fine
In the evening when the sun is sinkin’ low
Everybody’s with the one they love
I walk the town
Keep a-searchin’ all around:
Lookin’ for my street corner girl
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, she won’t be true, no no
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true
In the bars, with the men who play guitars
Singin’, drinkin’ and rememberin’ the times

My little lover does a midnight shift
She followed around all the time
I guess there’s just one thing a-left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way
Cause I got a worried mind
Sharin’ what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play
I got a woman, she won’t be true, no no
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I got a little woman and she won’t be true
(hey hey what can I do)
I said she won’t be true
(Hey Hey, What can I say?)
Hey hey, what can I do
I got a woman, she won’t be true
Lo-o-ord, hear what I say
I got a woman, wanna ball all day