Noise du Jour: “Walking On Sunshine” By Katrina And The Waves

As Eliza mentioned, it has been a Very Bad Week here at Ectomo. Why, just yesterday I was sitting in the break room at the office, having a cup of coffee and reading the New York Times of which, as a Jew, I partly control, when Brownlee walked in looking slightly upset. So, in my usual fashion, I ignored him.

That may seem cold to you, my dear readers. After all, hasn’t he done right by me, snatching me from complete obscurity and placing me in a position of relative obscurity? Has he not provided me with an audience to abuse with my amateurish prose on a regular basis? Certainly. However, as one of Ectomo’s founders there is a certain amount of stress that comes with the job and, besides, he and Eliza live like the sultans of old off of their underling’s blood, sweat, and tears so I assume that a bad day every once in a while is a small price to pay to eat caviar served on the bodies of nude, lithe nymphets. Qais, however, does not share my callous viewpoint and on this day it would cost him dearly. Upon entering the room and seeing John, trembling and slowly attempting to fill a “World’s #1 Boss” mug with coffee, he immediately rushed over and asked if everything was okay.

I watched silently as Brownlee’s face twisted into a mask of sorrow and despair. He then cried out “You wouldn’t understand! No one understands!” and then Qais emitted a horrific shriek as John flung his hot coffee right into his face and, tears in his eyes, fled from the room, his arms flailing. As I heard the door to his office slam shut I looked over to see Qais, writhing on the floor clutching his face. “Well, ” I said, “you ain’t gonna be pretty no more.” He let out a gurgled sob and I helped him to his feet and took him to the hospital.

When we returned, he looked like the Invisible Man and Eliza was gently cooing outside of John’s office. She had been trying to lure him out with squid chips to no avail. I suggested that perhaps music would help, something cheery. My vote was for “Walking On Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves, a favorite of both serial killers and time travelers. If its unrelenting, sacrine saccharine happiness didn’t lift his spirits it would, at the very least, drive him mad allowing us to hand him over to the proper authorities and get back to work.

Katrina & The Waves – Walking On Sunshine [YouTube]