Revenge is a dish best served bleepy

[vin_petrol]

A while ago Trash subjected me to a nasty trick involving Bon Jovi. I had to get my revenge...

Our car has a six CD changer in the boot, which contains a mix of CD-R compilation CDs. Half are hers, half mine. We generally burnt songs that wouldn't annoy the other person too much, or indeed songs we both liked. My selection included things like Rammstein (everybody loves Rammstein).

I carefully burnt five CD-Rs of what can best be described as "the very bleepiest of bleep". One CD was a compilation based on things I had heard in The Mutate Room at The Wendy House. There was plenty of VNV Nation, Apoptygma Berzerk, Covenant, Assemblage 23, Icon of Coil, Ultraviolence, etc.

One CD was a mainstream rock CD. It had Rush on it, a band she has hated with a passion since 1987 (an ex-boyfriend is involved).

Late one night, I removed all the old, mutually agreeable CDs and replaced them with the bleepy shit and rock band she hates.

It actually took her weeks to work out why the CDs in the car seemed to be so different. It was only this week, when she went shopping alone on Monday night and tried desperately to find something she could listen to, that she finally realised what I had done.

Who knows what evil scheme she's now cooking up for me...

Comments

[everild.livejournal.com]

Remind me again why you do this to each other??

[vin_petrol]

It's kinda resyk's fault. He has this theory that couples in long term relationships have things they do deliberately to each other to wind each other up, that *appears* to the other person to be entirely accidental. When he first expounded this theory to me (maybe two years ago), I could offer nothing I did to Trash. However, she sniggered a lot and admitted there was something she did to me, but she wouldn't tell me what it was.

It took a while for me to work it out. I used to work as 'stockroom boy/cleaner' for Woolworth in my teenage years. I had to bail up boxes and throw out rubbish. As a consequence of this, I had to learn how to flatten boxes quickly so that they would take up as little space as possible. I also learnt how to compress rubbish in bins effectively. This has ended up in me having a somewhat anal attitude to domestic bins: flatten boxes, press it down.

So for something like ten years Trash would deliberately throw empty cornflakes boxes into the bin totally uncompressed. I would find them later, sigh, explain to her how to flatten them, flatten them, push them down, etc.

So we now play little practical jokes on each other, or do little things to wind each other up, seeing how long it takes the other person to notice. It makes life more interesting...

[steer.livejournal.com]

So I take it this hasn't converted her to a love of bleepy music?

[vin_petrol]

Oddly, she's now decided she likes some "melodic bleep", as she refers to it. She quite likes "Friends Like These" by Mesh, and "Beloved" and "Standing" by VNV Nation. However, "Electronaut" has her screaming with horror. *Anything* by Ultraviolence causes arguments. I don't think we'll be seeing her at InFest next year. :-)