Letting Go

Written on 2004-04-16, at 8:17 a.m.

"Oh, wow. My iPod has finally reached ten gigabytes. I better start getting rid of stuff. I wonder what I should begi -"

Get rid of Philip Glass.

"That's silly. I can't get rid of Philip Glass."

We haven't listened to his crap in nearly a year, and all of his music is taking up nearly 600 megs of space.

"But I like him!"

No we don't. You just think we do.

"No, he's great!"

Great? Are you fucking kidding me? The same endless tune, over and over and over and over and over and over again for oftentimes half an hour straight? That's great? You just don't want to get rid of him because you feel some sort of sick and twisted moral obligation to keep him around, because you invested all that time into listening to all his crap over and over again for that silly show of yours. Walbert, the show is over, you haven't gotten any return nor shall you ever. Let him go.

"Hey, but he helps me sleep..."

Walbert. That's just stupid. Get rid of it.

"... Yes, sir."


Speaking of Philip Glass, someone googled me for "'Jamie Clifton' radnor". Who would search for him on purpose? Jeesh.

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