Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Not just no. HEEEEEEELLLS, NO.

Apparently, we've moved from Lite Jazz to Inspirational Gospel. We're not talking Mahalia Jackson, House of Blues Gospel Brunch style either.

We're talking annoying country, twangy 'my-mom-used-to-play-this-shit-to-punish-us-as-kids' shite.

Homicide or Suicide?

To quote Kimberly's former cavemate - You have GOT to be kidding!

Isn't this against the Geneva Convention?

posted by Space Kitty at 11:14 AM|| Comments (13)

13 Comments:

Maybe it's time for a comment to your supervisor? Because really, that shit ain't right.

-- by Kimberly, at 5/24/2005 11:47 AM

Yeah, I'm gonna say something. Bad taste is one thing, but keep your religion out of my ears at the office.

-- by Space Kitty, at 5/24/2005 11:55 AM

Ask if she'd mind incorporating some hardcore rap in there. If she comments that people might get offended, you can just say that they'll know how you feel.

-- by middleclasstool, at 5/24/2005 1:50 PM

You should get down on the floor and pray towards Mecca. Right now.

-- by Bone, at 5/24/2005 2:33 PM

You could conveniently drop the radio.

...

From several stories high.

...

On her head.

-- by Mark the Bowler, at 5/24/2005 2:57 PM

Nothing like a little death speed metal to liven up the office environment.

Extra bonus because it's a hospital.

Or, try Rage Against the Machine. Sure, it's white middle-class alt-rap music, but it's motivating.

-- by Jim T., at 5/24/2005 3:26 PM

CDs I own with which you can torment your officemates:

Terry Riley's seminal minimalist composition In C. I love the piece now, but the first time I heard it I was blindfolded and unable to do anything about it (long story, and there's nothing kinky- unfortunately). I had never hated a musical work so viscerally as I did that composition at that time.

Black Angels (as performed by the Kronos Quartet), for electrically amplified string quartet. Dissonant, creepy, completey bizarre.

Four Organs by minimalist composer Steve Reich. It's essentially 20 minutes of one chord.

Bulgarian women's choral music. Rhythmically complex, in an unintelligible language, with really nasal and screechy vocal production. It's an acquired taste.

The eponymous first album by Winger. Yes, I own it. If anyone gives me any shit about this, no one will ever find the malefactor's body.

-- by Bone, at 5/24/2005 5:06 PM

Swap out all her music for Julie Miller and/or her husband Buddy. It's still officially Christian music, but it's actually good - no shit, not kidding, I know, as unbelievable as that may sound - and you could listen to it for hours without getting saved against your will.

I know I have, and I haven't.

-- by Chris Clarke, at 5/24/2005 5:28 PM

WINGER!!

*gets out hairspray*

*just because*

-- by Kimberly, at 5/25/2005 8:43 AM

.....Winger? I saw the link but I'm afraid to click it.

note to self: do NOT get into 'most annoying car songs' war with the_bone...

-- by Space Kitty, at 5/25/2005 8:48 AM

Click it. You know you want to. All your friends are doing it. Don't you want to be cool too?

-- by Kimberly, at 5/25/2005 11:32 AM

do NOT get into 'most annoying car songs' war with the_bone..

the_bone cannot possibly match the awesome fury that is my knowledge of annoying car songs. I would make him mew for mercy like a cute black kitten in a litrtle paper sack.

-- by Chris Clarke, at 5/25/2005 3:20 PM

It's the ultimate annoying car song death match! Do I want to be there or do I want to protect what tiny morsels of sanity I yet retain?!

SO CONFLICTED!!!