I'm soooooo tempted to post sign #2 here at the radio station... someone with lots of $$ and little sense decided that our soft rock station should go ALL CHRISTMAS ALL THE TIME as of turkey day.
It makes me want a rifle and a tower. Wait! We have a tower! Excellent... ;)
Not to mention advertisers... I saw an angry email from one that said something like...
"I paid $$$ to advertise on a certain type of station that appeals to a certain demographic... not an all-holiday station. I'm not going to listen, and I don't want my commercials to run."
heh... that's probably going to get more attention than "that midday chick" (aka me) on the rawk station. ;)
Yeah, that's sort of breach-of-contract, isn't it? To sell space on a certain kind of station, and then turn it into another during the prime buying season...
tsk tsk. Where are the lawyers when you actually need 'em?
It's funny... during a time of love and joy, I find myself swearing under my breath more and more often. Shudda heard the sounds coming out of me when, mid-November, ads started up with fake snow and even faker charolling.
Bleh.
I'd prefer to wait until the 20th, cut off at the 26th. There, thems happy, I's happy..er.
I get earwormed rather easily. Some years back I semi-consciously generated a defense mechanism, which almost partly works, of coming up with internal lyrics that are very contrary, or at least orthogonal, to the s/e/d/i/m/e/n/t/s sentiments expressed in the words of the songs played. The few words I can remember of one of the spur-of-the-moment-made-up-defense-lyricis are, "It's the most horrible song in the world...."
"be kind to our fine feathered friends, for a duck may be somebody's mo-ther they live in the cold and the swamp where the weather is cold and damp..."
I now cannot for the life of me recall the original lyrics without effort.
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Date: 2005-11-29 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:12 pm (UTC)It makes me want a rifle and a tower. Wait! We have a tower! Excellent... ;)
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:17 pm (UTC)(I've already taken a few stations off my rotation because they're playing too much Christmas music -- their loss, not mine!)
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:45 pm (UTC)"I paid $$$ to advertise on a certain type of station that appeals to a certain demographic... not an all-holiday station. I'm not going to listen, and I don't want my commercials to run."
heh... that's probably going to get more attention than "that midday chick" (aka me) on the rawk station. ;)
Go Go Gadget Angry Advertisers!!
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:48 pm (UTC)tsk tsk. Where are the lawyers when you actually need 'em?
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Date: 2005-11-29 08:44 pm (UTC)It's funny... during a time of love and joy, I find myself swearing under my breath more and more often. Shudda heard the sounds coming out of me when, mid-November, ads started up with fake snow and even faker charolling.
Bleh.
I'd prefer to wait until the 20th, cut off at the 26th. There, thems happy, I's happy..er.
Happiness is a universal mute button.
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Date: 2005-12-01 07:40 am (UTC)to the tune of...
Date: 2005-12-01 12:32 pm (UTC)for a duck may be somebody's mo-ther
they live in the cold and the swamp
where the weather is cold and damp..."
I now cannot for the life of me recall the original lyrics without effort.