In Which There Is Much Off-Key Singing To Be Had
The last week has been filled with the following: shifts, more shifts, shifts I shouldn't be working but have to since someone called out sick, and Mel contending with 2 term papers and 2 final exams all pretty much due within 2 days of each other.
So as I covered a night shift at the kiosk and let Mel work on the glorious essay that was "issues of American immigration." Whereupon I came to the not-at-all-startling conclusion: the mall is trying to kill us with incessant, whiney Christmas songs. Not the old traditional hymns that hit you with a one-two punch of both nostalgia and almost-hypnotic melodies, but the ridiculous perkiness of
Baby It's Cold Outside or
I Want Everything or
Santa Baby.
(Every other song seems to have "baby" in its title too...why is that?)
To combat this unnerving reality, I spent the entire shift humming all the songs to
Rocky Horror Picture Show and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once More With Feeling. Nothing brings the Jackson 5's rendition of
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus to an amusingly grinding halt with immortal lines like "his penis got diseases from a Shumach tribe" or "You'll get used to it, a mental mindfuck can be nice."
Next time around, I think I'll start up with
The Lumberjack Song and see where it takes me from there....
Otherwise, there are 10 days left until we're done with the whole bloody season! Huzzah! I haven't felt this celebratory since the Christmas season began!
Today's Lesson: cancelled until I finish reading all 20 tankoban of the "Prince of Tennis" manga I scored off our local library.
Labels: Christmas muzak vs dancing demons and sweet transvestites
posted by Phillip at 7:55 AM
