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The fun continues on the noisy room front. We've an iPod dock which has effectively been sequestered by an admin lady. Currently she has some LP by Beyonce ( ) wailing consecutively about how her man done her wrong, how she is sad about her man leaving her and how she is strong and going to dump her man because he cheated on her and how she is still strong. Given the rate she is getting through men I think she should be trying to figure out what is wrong with her than blaming her malefolk, which she does apparently.
I'm thinking about asking for a rule where we either agree the music (which would effectively hit an impasse), or we all get a turn a choosing music. I have a few lined up already:
I'll happily listen to these until the cows come home. The interesting thing about organ music is that practically no-one likes it, its hard to block out (seriously, we had some heavy-metalists who would play their music way too loud at night while I was at uni, blast this stuff out and they came and complained) and there is a huge quantity of loud discordant stuff.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done.
Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H
OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DDEthel Crudacre
I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer
Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
I would never dance in public for much the same reasons, although I am not from the North*
I have started dancing at home for the dog though, the way he sits and looks at me with an extreme puzzled face keeps me amused for ages, and he never seems to tire of sitting there looking at me as if I am a massive twat**
* being from The Midlands northerners call you a southerner and southerners call you a northerner. I just don't belong.
** not sure that is something I should have written on a public place.
Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.
I've never heard of using organ music in acoustic warfare; but know that shrieking pipes can't be blocked by thumping bass from a huge sub-woofer.
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
Way back when I was living in the army barracks, we used to have stereo wars. My setup was a couple of onstage guitar amps(one for regular guitar and one for bass, both very high power) wired with a little boombox.
After listening to a fair amount of time to things like reggae music, I would get tired of it.
My cure would be to put in Hank Williams(senior not junior, you know, the old tear jerker stuff) crank things to max and leave the room for a few minutes(could not stand being in the room at full volume.)
Upon my return and shutting off the box, it would always be silent, at which point I would play MC Hammer's "Can't touch this" with the bass cranked up very high..
Then I would go back to normal levels of music and would not have any more problems until the next weekend when some drunken idiot would forget that my amps would completely obliterate any of their stereo systems....
There was a time or two that somebody downstairs(I was on second floor) would tell me that I vibrated a picture off of their walls.
Just for the record, I don't like Hank Williams or MC Hammer and never did. the first was just because nobody else could stand him either, and the second was for thumbing my nose at them once I blasted them into obedience.
Treat stressful situations like a dog, if you can't eat it, play with it or screw it, then just piss on it and walk away.
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