Terrible Analogies

If there’s one thing people know about me, it’s that I love music. I love listening to albums, going to concerts, and surfing the web until the early morning hours searching for new bands that I’ve never heard of or listened to before.  There’s nothing like discovering fresh music from previously unknown artists who pour their hearts and souls into their work.

There’s no denying the perfect jam.  That one song that instantly speaks to you.  From opening chord to closing beat, it drives to you move, shake, and sway…and there’s just no stopping it.

Even while understanding this simple fact of life, it’s difficult to imagine what this person is listening to that’s making her twitch and flail in such a violent and random manner…at the public library:

The more I watch at this, the less “real” she looks.  It’s almost as if one of those animatronic machines from Disney’s “The Hall Of Presidents” escaped, spirited itself away in the dead of night, adopted an assumed identity in an undisclosed location, donned a wig and dress, and took up rockin’ out to Mariah Carey or Solja Boy on public terminals.

The more I think about it, the more it makes perfect sense.  The public library provides a unique opportunity for a robot to discretely recharge its depleted power cells, and nobody bothers an apparent and possibly deranged homeless person throwing fits in the reference section.