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You got the look the gods agree they want to see
I have had a multiple-front stressful day of the kind that leaves a person sort of uselessly vibrating, but a dear friend who is not on DW has just e-mailed me with the news that the Cerne Abbas Giant is neither a pre-Christian artifact nor seventeenth-century political satire but an early medieval . . . something and I am delighted. Or as I said elsenet, "The giant chalk dick has a date on it!"
(I am amused that the hold music I am currently stuck listening to is a kind of lounge muzak version of "On the Street Where You Live," but that's different. [edit] It was not so amusing that I felt obliged to listen to it after the first half-hour.)
(I am amused that the hold music I am currently stuck listening to is a kind of lounge muzak version of "On the Street Where You Live," but that's different. [edit] It was not so amusing that I felt obliged to listen to it after the first half-hour.)
Re: Hold music from hell
It's true. I have been informed that scientifically it reassures people that they haven't been cut off, but that doesn't make it an enjoyable experience.
However, why is it that both my clinic and my city use the same damn song and have been for 30 years. It even has the warbly atonal quality that made me glad to abandon cassette tapes.
The hold music I was stuck with was also warbly! It sounded like its boom box was running down, except unmercifully it never did.