Christmas Music

I hate it but one of my co-workers in the office right next to me thinks it's great. So great in fact she feels the need to let everyone else hear it instead of her usual "smooth jazz" elevator music.

Sorry, I'm sure I'm not the first to bring this up.

Either that, or I could mail her to you in pieces as payment for convincing the judge to let me off due to a temporary (temporary...hahaha!) insanity plea.

And she's right up your alley big guy. Fugly with a face of dried, old leather (perfect for mask making) due to the long history of cigarettes.

Hey put on this on a DVD PLAYER!|:


BAD SANTA!

Best holiday tunes anyone is likely to hear come from that superb movie.

Complain to her boss on the grounds of religious persecution...

This 'Christmas' thing of which we speak was originally a day where all Christians would celebrate the birth of Jesus.

Of course, nowadays it is simply another commercialised universal homage to the gods Money, Alcohol and Family Feuds. Religion is more or less optional.

Personally, I'm going to do pretty much what I do every year - get stoned and laugh at everyone.

Thanks, I'll give trans siberian orchestra a whirl.

Technically, Jesus couldn't be born on Christmas. All evidence point against such a belief.

I've heard every fcuking Christmas song known to mankind at least three times!!!!!!!! This damn radio station is like every other in that it feels the need to repeat the same playlist every few hours.

I must cleanse myself.

...*searches in vain for Slayer's Special Christmas Album, the one coated in jolly old St. Nick's blood*...

It all boils down to the following: with the way people have screwed around with the calendar, histories and beliefs, I'm vaguely surprised people still attach so much meaning to dates.

Particularly when religious dates have been shuffled around to the extent that they're bordering on meaningless.

One of the worst times of my life was a co-worker's bringing of ABL's favourite man: Rod Stewart's Christmas Songs CD.

It was god awful for 2 weeks to hear him crooning like a freshly cut male cat. God awful.

This is why in my office you're not allowed to play music out loud. You'll never find anything that everybody likes, so just make everyone wear headphones.

Dimmu Borgir is sorta heavy for work music, though.

Chronix Radio listener by chance?

*pounds the radio in with a sledgehammer

I love christmas, but hate the music! I'm goin nuts... was doin well for the last couple weeks, but now they're playing it ALL THE TIME.

Why oh WHY did I opt for no sound on my computer? I could be pumpin out the techno!

*cries in the corner

...*pumps out some U96 to cheer up the well-endowed Cheez*...

MP3 players broke It's on my "to buy" list for the new year *sigh


I'll just whimper away


*whimper

**edit for the fucking grammar nazi on a internet forum

...*culls llama*...

You promised it would be quick! I've never heard of "euthenasia by pulverised pelvis" before. 8O

You can understand why he's learned to be so quick though. After all, he has to wait until the wife's distracted and bent over, and putting on a pair of shoes doesn't take very long...

Shall we have a whip round and get him a bottle of GHB for christmass then?

Nah, she's developed an immunity to it by now. Just get him a cosh.

I've got a much better idea that would work for the pair of you..



www.oxfamunwrapped.com

A mail order bride!

Llama spit-roast tonight. [/cooking, honest]

Yeah.. but then you are an accountant [/sterotyped]

Hehe.

Actually I work with accountants, although I'm not really an accountant myself (in the sense that most people think about what accountants do).

Still, being an "accountant" has it's merits - you get to dabble with double entry and group relief [/puerile accountancy jokes]

The downside is the long hours: speaking of which, I'm off home. Catch you guys (and gals) tomorrow.

** chuckles and short memoried Llama **
** PM's WW for Microwave version of the Tacco recipe **