[7/31/2002 11:32:12 PM | Andy Kovacs]
Tiff and I went to Wal*Mart tonight to pick up a few things after dinner. We pulled into the parking lot at around 8:20pm. As we were pulling in, Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles came on the radio. It was playing on Alice 104.5 FM, which is not typically a classic rock station. But I welcomed the song because, like most Americans, I love the Beatles. Great band, great music, great history.

"The Beatles don't get nearly enough airtime on the radio these days," I remarked. Tiff agreed.

So we went into the store and spent about half an hour. We got back to the car and I turned the key. Here Comes the Sun was playing again. I figured maybe it was a request show and the dj really liked the Beatles. Hey, it could happen!

As we pulled out of the spot, the song was beginning to end. Then it started again.

"What? What's going on? Did the song just start again?" I asked Tiff as we pulled onto Route 70. She didn't know, but wasted absolutely no time reminding me that, "You were the one who was complaining that they don't get enough airtime." Well, I can't argue with that, I guess.

For some reason, the song has been looping continuously for at least the past 3 hours. I don't know how long it had been playing before 8:20pm, but it is now 11:20 pm and the song is still playing. Not that I mind. I'd rather that the station repeat this song rather than, say, Barbie Girl by Aqua, or anything by Marc Anthony or John Denver.

As it stands now, I have been listening to it for about the past hour that I have been online. I just want to see when it will end, and I want to hear their explanation for it. I bet someone is getting fired for it right now. Tiff just never wants to hear the song ever again. I can't see why not...it's a good song a good song a good song a good song a good song...


[7/31/2002 3:33:48 PM | Andy Kovacs]
"As I walk in the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I think to myself, 'This place obviously wasn't named by a real estate developer.'"
- Doug Finney



[7/31/2002 3:53:32 PM | Andy Kovacs]
aggrevation

I hate the traffic on I-95.
I hate the way it slows.
I hate the way that guy looked at me
with his finger up his nose.
I hate the heat, the honking and haze,
the insanity at which I am always amazed.
I hate to sing along to a song,
I hate it when other folks sing.
It makes my blood pressure bubble and boil,
it makes my precious ears ring!
I hate it when I happen to see
a helicopter for News 10 on TV
flying above and looking way down
at all the traffic in this dirty old town.
I hate the traffic lights and the tolls,
I hate the toll people, too, cuz
I hate it when they scowl at me, but
I like when they scowl at you.
I hate the cops who sit and who wait
for someone to break a law.
And when somebody cuts me off,
I hate that person even more.
I hate it when people primp, spruce and comb,
when driving and...

What did you say? We're home?
Oh, stop complaining.
That didn't take long at all.