I had to order a big ass, Nerd Certification book last night, and like a typical music junkie, I found myself padding my order with a couple of CDs. As I was piping various death metal samples out to the stereo, #1GF! was in the background doing some work.

To say that #1GF! is not a fan of death metal is a major understatement. She is a fan of me, though, and because I make her laugh and explain Star Wars/Trek references on TV, she puts up with short bursts of musical terror.

“I’m ridiculous,” I said under my breath.

“What?” asked #1GF!, quietly doing her best to ignore the auditory onslaught that is Six Feet Under.

“I’m ridiculous. I’m not listening to this on headphones, so I know you’re hearing it too. Therefore, I’m hearing it through your ears instead of my own. I can hear you silently wondering how I can possibly like music that sounds so much like someone burping over explosions. I like it, though. And it’s ridiculous.”

“Aw. How about a hug?”

[Music: GR..ooooOOOOOOWWWWWWWGGGGGHHHH!!]

“Ok. I think this one’s a love song, anyway.”

(The truly ridiculous part of the story is that not 20 minutes before this post was written, I was playing “Jesse’s Girl” (song|video) on the guitar. Yea, don’t ask. For some reason it randomly popped into my head and it’s been stuck in there for two days and counting. No amount of death metal has been able to vanquish it. Send help.)

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