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Weapons of Mass Irritation

Last time I [posted about a mashup](https://vjarmy.com/archives/2005/11/wowzers.php), I wrote:

> Every now and then, there’s a mashup so goofy, so absurd, that you can only listen and try your damnedest not to die with laughter.

Today, I need to add a corollary:

Every now and then, there’s a mashup that is such a crime against humanity, that you can only listen in abject terror. It is the musical equivalent of a kick in the balls, and yet you will be unable to delete it.

If this isn’t enough warning, consider these quotes I’ve already gotten from people I’ve pawned it off on:

*”There is no god.”*

*”Seriously, who ever did this needs to be tracked down and beaten to death.”*

If that’s not enough warning, this is the last bit I can give before you go over the abyss: One of the source songs – nay, *the* source song – has been declared as “[a stunning assemblage of awful ideas](http://www.slate.com/id/2131640/)”, and “[so monumentally vacuous, slapped together and tossed-off that it truly tests the definition of ‘song’](http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/features/comments/12-15-05/)”, among other lofty awards this year.

Ladies and gentlemen, behold: Aber N. Stein’s [Turkey in My Humps](http://musicbuilder.net/music/bands/3164/). [as always, [via GYBO](http://www.gybo-v3.co.uk/viewtopic.php?t=12511)]

Finally, something absolutely worse than the transit strike!

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Hit The X

> *A few weeks ago I was walking down 31st Street near 8th Avenue and noticed a four-foot tall ledge protruding from a seemingly abandoned building.*

> *The next logical step was to stage an Improv Everywhere Mission with a suicide jumper on the absurdly small ledge.*

If those two sentences don’t sell you, I don’t know what will.

[Read all about it](http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=53), or [just watch the video](http://www.vimeo.com/clip=27810).

DID YOU KNOW: Will the Suicide Jumper shares a first name with [the hilariously funny guy who played him](http://willhines.net/)!

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Struck Out

It’s funny; the first day of the [NYC transit strike](http://www.nytimes.com/pages/nyregion/nyregionspecial3/index.html) has been one of the most exhausting days I’ve been through in a long time, but not for the reasons I expected.

When I had caught wind of the strike, I thought to myself – “Hey, this’ll be okay; the walk is about four and a half miles, there’ll be some good photo ops, and I could use the exercise.” I almost looked forward to the possibility.

But unsurprisingly, something got in the way – ironically, my foot. Something in my right foot got messed up over the weekend; can’t recall anything in particular, but the pain started then and grew steadily, hindering me slightly on the way in on Monday and considerably on the way home. As such, there was no way I was going to be able to hobble over the 59th St bridge – so I worked from home as best I could.

But just keeping up with everything for the strike is excruciatingly draining. Coordinating who’s in when at the office, figuring out the car pool, trying to fill the car pool now that a couple people have found other options, having NY1 playing the same segments over and over again, hearing first-hand about the LIRR backlog, wondering how Katie is going to get home with Penn Station shuttered…
Jesus, I’m beat – and there’s little worse than exhaustion when you haven’t done anything physically exhaustive. Hell, walking the 9 miles roundtrip would’ve probably been pleasurable in comparison.

Here’s to hoping the MTA and the TWU reach a fair settlement soon.