Monday, December 18, 2006

It's GOLD. What do I know?

Clint was puttering on his computer late last night, tired after working 17 consecutive long days. I thought maybe he'd benefit from a shot of a lil Barenaked Ladies singing 'bout comfort and joy.
He politely listened to the boys harmonizing with Sarah McLachlan. Sadly, the song ends abruptly, and that annoying organ guy's Rudolf song transitions on.
"Uh, yeah. Ignore this. It's just an organ soundtrack, no vocals. You can turn it off."
"Are there more songs like this on the CD?" He asked while turning the volume up.
"Yeah. They're filler songs. Must be half a dozen of them. Waste of a CD."
"'K. I'm going to rip this. These are gold, mom. GOLD. This is exactly the kind of thing I can use. Gold. Pure gold."

I am so frickin old.

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