Colleague Who Abuses His Soundcard chose to afflict us this morning with a stream of Ethiopian tribal music. No disrespect to the any Abyssinian blog-crawlers out there, but that stuff is ghastly. It is as if it unleashed thousands of tiny little imps each wearing tiny little cleated boots  and they swarmed your ears to perform mis-coordinated tap-dances on your eardrum. Excruciating like that.

No disrespect, of course.

Anyway, as this audio odium was skittering off the walls driving me crazy the office kaboozi switched to the subject of how to get rid of unwanted guests: after all the yawning and hinting, just break out a CD of bad music and watch your guest go, “Well, look at the time!”

I work with geniuses.
 

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