Tis the season to be driven insane.
My inner child, Molly Elizabeth, has this annoying habit that whenever she hears certain songs, or certain types of songs1, she sings them over and over and over again internally, or externally. And some of her favorite music is stuff the rest of us can't stand. Like a lot of "oldies," country western songs, and... and Christmas music. These things drive the rest of us insane because first of all, we hate these kinds of music. Country western is just crap; oldies and Christmas songs, no matter how good they may be, we've heard so damn many times over the last 30 years that we don't want to hear them ever again. But Molly apparently never gets tired of anything, and loves driving us crazy, to boot. So the minute she hears something she likes, she proceeds to sing it until we end up looking like Zim after weeks of Gir endlessly singing "The Doom Song."
Because you can't swing a toad anywhere in December without running into Christmas music, we've decided to do something drastic about this. First, some background: A couple years ago, flush with cash, we bought a CD of Raffi in concert for Molly, since she missed that VHS tape we used to have of it. After a week of her driving us crazy with those songs, we stopped letting her play it.
Well... Raffi's music isn't bad. It's fun, and funny, and well... it's different from Christmas music. So we decided to let Molly listen to Raffi again, at least during December. I'd rather have "Baby Beluga" and "Day Oh" going through my head endlessly than Christmas music.
Oh, to give you an idea how bad Molly can get... there are certain songs that make her cackle with evil laughter just before she proceeds to torture us with them:
1. "This is the song that never ends"
2. "Look at my horse, my horse is amazing"
3. "90 billion bottles of beer on the wall" (or if the subject has been brought up around Brooke recently, "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall." Aleph-null is apparently the smallest level of infinity.)2
1 = IE, music that is nostalgic to her or that she just plain loves.
2 = This goes "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall, aleph-null bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall!"
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Because you can't swing a toad anywhere in December without running into Christmas music, we've decided to do something drastic about this. First, some background: A couple years ago, flush with cash, we bought a CD of Raffi in concert for Molly, since she missed that VHS tape we used to have of it. After a week of her driving us crazy with those songs, we stopped letting her play it.
Well... Raffi's music isn't bad. It's fun, and funny, and well... it's different from Christmas music. So we decided to let Molly listen to Raffi again, at least during December. I'd rather have "Baby Beluga" and "Day Oh" going through my head endlessly than Christmas music.
Oh, to give you an idea how bad Molly can get... there are certain songs that make her cackle with evil laughter just before she proceeds to torture us with them:
1. "This is the song that never ends"
2. "Look at my horse, my horse is amazing"
3. "90 billion bottles of beer on the wall" (or if the subject has been brought up around Brooke recently, "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall." Aleph-null is apparently the smallest level of infinity.)2
1 = IE, music that is nostalgic to her or that she just plain loves.
2 = This goes "Aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall, aleph-null bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, aleph-null bottles of beer on the wall!"
This was cross-posted from http://fayanora.dreamwidth.org/1123179.html
You can comment either here or there.