Weekends in the office & thumping PsOS

Well, it's Saturday & I'm here at work. Just finished transcribing BoD meeting minutes. Somehow it seems to go by MUCH faster when you're THERE as opposed to hearing it all over again.

But it's done & now I'm rocking out to an Oldies station on the 'puter. Most people would probably say that my "age is showing." But not true, I've ALWAYS listened to this kind of music. I grew up with it and have never lost my love of it.

The crapola coming out nowadays is NOTHING close to what I'd consider music. Oooops, there's my Mom coming outta my mouth again ! Remember when your Mom would yell, "TURN THAT CRAP DOWN !! HOW CAN YOU CALL THAT MUSIC ?!" Shamelessly i find myself uttering a facsimile of those same words as I sit waiting for a traffic light to change and Mr. I-drive-a-POS-but-my-stereo-can-be-heard-for-10-blocks pulls along side thinking he's doing ME a favor by exposing me to HIS music.

As a return favor, I crank up my Oldies station AND add the personal serenade to drown him out. Most times, he'll either peel out laying down precious rubber in an effort to get away from my musical assault, or roll up his windows & just treat me to the echo vibrations of the bass threatening to shake his POS into a pile of metal and plastic. Either way HE'S the loser. I guarantee MY stereo will best his & he just might learn what REAL music is supposed to sound like. I WILL be victorious !

take care .... stay kool .... be content MK