Probably my most racist lj.
I gotta listen to a crappy pop station at work; you know, the kind that doesn't even really extend to a top 40; it kind of plays the top 10 over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
(Don't worry, I just used copy and paste for that lame joke. Didn't actually type it out.)
Now, apparently, there's a song, as far as I know, it's called "Texting." And it's about, well, you take a wild swing at it, how about it?
Kill me now.
Luckily, though, my co-workers are good with the texting and the bringing cell phones that implies, so we don't have to listen to that crap. So we don't. Because they can hook up their cell phones to the radio and make not crappy music play. I'm not sure how that works, but it's pretty amazing. We traded in magic flying cars and rocket packs for cell phones and the Internet.
I'm ambivalent.
Unfortunately, can't really escape the crappy hip hop, because, you know, everyone wants to be black, except for maybe black people.
That's probably the most offensive thing I've ever written in my life. Which is saying something for a guy who has a lj full of essays on dog penises.
But anyway, the first day, it was mostly gangster rap, and then out of nowhere, bam, Jimi Hendrix. Apparently, the cell phonist in charge had put on some special shuffle channel, and shuffle hadn't liked me much that day, until Hendrix, anyway. It wasn't my favorite Hendrix song (guess. Come on, you can figure this one out.), but it, you know, rock. But I was really confused at first, because here we go from hip hop to Hendrix, and then back to hip hop, so I was looking for the, you know, common ground here, and coming up lacking. But, uh, this was last month, so, uh, I thought it must have been, like, a Black History Month thing.
Yeah, that was the common ground I finally zeroed in on.
So, I finally figured it out after asking the cell phonist in charge. And she said, oh, no, lot's of different channels, all shuffled together, just seems to be going for the hip hop channel for some reason today.
Well, later on, more rock songs made appearances, and that's my stuff. Especially the classic rock. That's me. Classic hard rock. That's the stuff.
Well, all the sudden, that sort of thing became much more popular; I though fate was just making up to me for embarassing me like that, but, no, my cell phone shuffling coworker noticed I would dig the stuff I dig, so she fixed the shuffle so that's what popped up.
That was pretty cool.
(Don't worry, I just used copy and paste for that lame joke. Didn't actually type it out.)
Now, apparently, there's a song, as far as I know, it's called "Texting." And it's about, well, you take a wild swing at it, how about it?
Kill me now.
Luckily, though, my co-workers are good with the texting and the bringing cell phones that implies, so we don't have to listen to that crap. So we don't. Because they can hook up their cell phones to the radio and make not crappy music play. I'm not sure how that works, but it's pretty amazing. We traded in magic flying cars and rocket packs for cell phones and the Internet.
I'm ambivalent.
Unfortunately, can't really escape the crappy hip hop, because, you know, everyone wants to be black, except for maybe black people.
That's probably the most offensive thing I've ever written in my life. Which is saying something for a guy who has a lj full of essays on dog penises.
But anyway, the first day, it was mostly gangster rap, and then out of nowhere, bam, Jimi Hendrix. Apparently, the cell phonist in charge had put on some special shuffle channel, and shuffle hadn't liked me much that day, until Hendrix, anyway. It wasn't my favorite Hendrix song (guess. Come on, you can figure this one out.), but it, you know, rock. But I was really confused at first, because here we go from hip hop to Hendrix, and then back to hip hop, so I was looking for the, you know, common ground here, and coming up lacking. But, uh, this was last month, so, uh, I thought it must have been, like, a Black History Month thing.
Yeah, that was the common ground I finally zeroed in on.
So, I finally figured it out after asking the cell phonist in charge. And she said, oh, no, lot's of different channels, all shuffled together, just seems to be going for the hip hop channel for some reason today.
Well, later on, more rock songs made appearances, and that's my stuff. Especially the classic rock. That's me. Classic hard rock. That's the stuff.
Well, all the sudden, that sort of thing became much more popular; I though fate was just making up to me for embarassing me like that, but, no, my cell phone shuffling coworker noticed I would dig the stuff I dig, so she fixed the shuffle so that's what popped up.
That was pretty cool.