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Massive exhaustion. We got to bed late, what with one thing and another, and the alarm was set super-early because Steve needed to be at work by 8am for a meeting. That would've been tiring enough on its own, but for extra value-added sleep dep, the poor pooky was sick as a dog from the wee hours onward. (And he was heading for the bathroom at Warp 10 again when I left.)

No calls yet (praise Eris) but I am working up a reasonable annoyance at El Jefe, who is having some kind of micromanaging fit. This has such enjoyable results as him finding one customer mail (not of immediate import, either) that went unanswered for Twelve! Whole! Hours! and demanding to know why it hadn't been answered yet, or him plunging into an ongoing discussion with another customer completely derailing it into a direction which is not where the problem lies (something I've been at great pains to try and show said customer), etc.

Also I hate everything in my closet.

You darn kids get off my lawn!

I shake my walking stick at mouthy youngsters Bowling For Soup, whose song "1985" is all about me. I am not a cliche! I am a free woman! And besides, it's not my fault because I was too young to really enjoy the 80s, I just got to watch my big sister having fun.

What's not just a river in Egypt, you say?

ObCurrentMusic: I keep forgetting this song until I hear it again and remember how much I love it, probably due to shameful guilty feelings about liking a song that is solidly, unarguably pop. Steve points out that pop qua pop is not evil; shitty, boring pop is evil. Whereas Lindsey Buckingham is brilliant, so it's okay.

...And then I just charged downstairs like blood and thunder because they were playing the video for "Love's Great Adventure". I guess that almost has to be pop, too. But it's different somehow. You'd never hear that on Lite Rock 10X.X, Music For Your Morning Brain Rot.

The key to comedy

...is a video that combines vaguely Gilliam-esque animation, band members with "MY HED IZ PASTEDE ON YAY" effect and I do mean that literally, and sheep.

The fact that it is coupled with a song which could be the Platonic ideal of "earworm" is just gravy.

Memetastic music

Yeah, I'm all Posty McPoster tonight. Suck it up.

Meme from battraballs:
-Post this question in your journal, along with your answer.
What song would you most like to hear sung by The Chipmunks?-

So many grand choices, but I settle on: "Tupelo" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.