Tuesday, June 21, 2011
I spit on your groove: a public service announcement.
I like to think I'm open-minded. A lid for every pot, and all that. I like a pretty broad stripe of music, and I can see going off on nearly any tangent thereof, but the appeal of some music baffles me endlessly.

I have a customer with whom the transaction should be completed in the next 48 hours and that's 49 hours too many. She _never_ answers her phone and the answer tone is some of the most assinine disco dross I've ever heard-- and that's really saying something. I don't know what it is and I don't want to know what it is. I only want to forget. Suffice to say it makes Tarzan Boy sound like bloody Beethoven.

Dum. dum. dum. Really? Your answer tone? Something that announces to people who they will be dealing with should, well, it should make a statement. By statement, I mean it should suggest something other than a mad hands-and-knees scramble across the floor of a disco for your stray bottle of poppers. I'm just saying.

Oh, and Kenny G as answer tone? Please, I beseech you, please don't? Just stop, in the name of love.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging.
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