Please Accept my Apologies
Since I can't talk about my job, which isn't much to speak of anyway, I will relay another's workplace anecdote. I guess a friend, sort of a friend of a friend of mine in Portland has a set up at work where anyone with iTunes can view everyone else's iTunes accounts over the company network (I'm so jealous, I'm trying to figure out how to plug in a stupid pair of headphones. There aren't any speakers, I guess I have to use the back of the computer but the distance is too great. I need to drown out all verbal inanity so I won't be tempted to repeat any of it here. Well, this was cyber, not oral, but I was recently put off by a company-wide email that had some line like "survey responses will be unanimous" We'll all agree upon them? I was almost tempted to anonymously send back a definition.) and some coworker they call RWFA (right-wing fat-ass) has his iTunes filled with a Christian parody band called ApologetiX. They're totally the Weird Al's of the holy set. I'm bummed that I haven't been able to listen to any mp3s yet, but the lyrics really say it all. They take creative license with even the most mundane tunes. It's not like they're cleaning up dirty songs or fixing expletives, they're simply mangling top 40 hits for the love of god. Totally true examples: Bethlehemian Rhapsody for "Bohemian Rhapsody," JC's Mom instead of "Stacy's Mom" and Enter Samson riffing off Metallica's "Enter Sandman." Hilarious. In a twisted way, I'm kind of sad that no one in my office would dare play AplogetiX. It's just not that kind of crowd. You just don't get a lot of pudgy jesus freaks working in NYC PR and advertising, and that's a shame. Sometimes I miss having oblivious weirdoes around just to shake things up a bit.
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