I went to the mall to return a boatload of stuff and I heard an early 90's Dave Matthews Band tune. I said to the store manager (because of course 25% of my social interactions are with retail personnel), "man, I haven't heard that song in like 10 years." She proceeds to tell me that they have 1 cd of "pop hits" that they have to play in the store and that is the only music that they play.
This selection of hits includes "whip my hair." She has heard these songs over and over again for 6 months.
Serious question: isn't this a UN defined torture technique? I think I would absolutely lose my shit if I had to listen to the same 20 songs over and over again for months. I thought Christmas season in retail was bad when I did it. This is worse.
I don't think I've ever heard the song Whip My Hair. I don't feel this is a lack in my life.
Serious question: isn't this a UN defined torture technique?
Serious answer: it only becomes torture when it is played at high volume continuously as a means of sleep deprivation. You always read about news stories about how someone was broken by this or that song, haw, haw? But it really is not the choice of song or even the fact of repetition alone, but that combined with playing loudly 24 hours a day to produce sleep deprivation.
got it.
I still feel like this should be illegal!
Mind you I'll bet playing every waking hour to loud enough to interfere with coherent thought would also be a form of torture, even music was turned off for sleep. But not specifically mentioned.
It's cute, but not for six months.
reminds me of Paul Rudd and the DVD in 40-year-old Virgin.
five greatest xkcd comics.
Here's the one I have up at my workplace: Sports. [link] The mouseover text is relevant to my interests.
I sneezed in the theatre watching that movie and worried I'd be bagged and tagged. It was allergies!
Ha! I am now scared to touch anything, but I guess that's unavoidable in real life.
I have too much germ-phobia to actually watch that.
It's a lot better now, actually, but movies like that? feed things.
I worked at a place that had to play the one company chosen CD over and over all day. In my memory it was only 6 songs - that's probably an exaggeration, but it was certainly hell. To this day, Martina McBride makes me want to scream.
