My clock radio has found Jesus
Jun. 23rd, 2005 12:55 amI don't know what the hell the deal is, but my clock radio keeps getting stuck on the Christian radio channel. It's like it has multiple personalities. Some days it will beep at me, some days it feels like Classical music, but most of the time it prefers the Christian channel. I'm not changing it, it simply has a mind of its own.
The bad part is that I can't wake up all at once, I have to do it slowly in stages of 9 minute snooze intervals. That means my morning goes something like this (and yes, 12:30 noon is morning to me):
12:30
A choir of exceedingly cheerful women singing "Washed in the blood of Jesus! Washed in the blood of Jesus!"
12:39
A father explains to his children the evils of porn. "Men are more susceptible to porn, Bobby, because we're very visual."
12:48
Some Christian rock music.
12:57
"People like Barbara Boxer, Ted Kennedy, etc etc. are liberals. And I mean bad liberals." (Am not entirely sure about the next part, as I am half asleep, but it has something to do with bad liberals sending a message to Bush that so-and-so person needs to let PBS fulfill it's mission statement.) "What is PBS's mission statement? Diversity." Old hick grandad on the radio rambles on for the next few minutes about diverse voices. I never find out what Ol' Hick Grandad dislikes about diverse voices because at this point I'm awake enough to stumble swearing out of bed and turn the damned thing off.
Today I was mad enough that I fixed it to the classical channel myself because I can't take too much more of this. Mornings are difficult enough without starting it up in such a fucked up manner.
I'm kind of scared that it will switch back on its own. Then I'll truly know it's possessed. I'll have to get rid of it. I can't exorcise it because it's already holier-than-thou. Better yet, maybe I can start leaving little bottles of booze and naughty magazines around it to corrupt it somehow. Smug bastard clock.
The bad part is that I can't wake up all at once, I have to do it slowly in stages of 9 minute snooze intervals. That means my morning goes something like this (and yes, 12:30 noon is morning to me):
12:30
A choir of exceedingly cheerful women singing "Washed in the blood of Jesus! Washed in the blood of Jesus!"
12:39
A father explains to his children the evils of porn. "Men are more susceptible to porn, Bobby, because we're very visual."
12:48
Some Christian rock music.
12:57
"People like Barbara Boxer, Ted Kennedy, etc etc. are liberals. And I mean bad liberals." (Am not entirely sure about the next part, as I am half asleep, but it has something to do with bad liberals sending a message to Bush that so-and-so person needs to let PBS fulfill it's mission statement.) "What is PBS's mission statement? Diversity." Old hick grandad on the radio rambles on for the next few minutes about diverse voices. I never find out what Ol' Hick Grandad dislikes about diverse voices because at this point I'm awake enough to stumble swearing out of bed and turn the damned thing off.
Today I was mad enough that I fixed it to the classical channel myself because I can't take too much more of this. Mornings are difficult enough without starting it up in such a fucked up manner.
I'm kind of scared that it will switch back on its own. Then I'll truly know it's possessed. I'll have to get rid of it. I can't exorcise it because it's already holier-than-thou. Better yet, maybe I can start leaving little bottles of booze and naughty magazines around it to corrupt it somehow. Smug bastard clock.