And another thing...

Those ringtones.

I am surrounded by them. Screeching hawks, hidious midis of fragmentary classic themes, Avril fucking Lavigne.

Make it stop!

"I have no taste."

"Really?"

"Yes, call me and see!"

Enough of this infliction of your audio errors on me.

Now I'm off to play some Jethro Tull. There be trannies to crush.