It's kind of a long story, but if I told it, the last eight words would be "my car stereo only plays Nine Inch Nails." See, the controls on my ancient car stereo no longer work. Eject is broken, and so are Stop and Change Tracks. I can turn the stereo on and off, but if it's on, it continuously plays "The Downward Spiral".
This really isn't good for me. On any drive over twenty minutes I arrive at my destination so very, very angry. When I get to work in the morning I need to listen to something happy-go-lucky to even me out. Something like The Spindoctors. They're like musical Prozac.
The clock doesn't work either, so my concept of time has become Reznor-centric. An average commute takes from "Closer" to "Eraser." A trip to the supermarket takes from "Heresy" to "Closer," maybe until "Ruiner" if traffic is bad. The Sun is ninety three million miles away, and since the speed of light is six billion miles per "Closer", it takes from "A Warm Place" to "Eraser" for its light to reach us.
This is just the kind of ironic punishment I imagine they dish out in Hell. "So you like the music, eh?" says the goat legged clerk at Hell's check-in desk, and then he proceeds to tell me that I'll have to cruise the streets of Hell for all eternity in a woefully unsexy car, listening to one CD continuously, only it's not Nine Inch Nails. It's Yanni.(from fush!)