scenes from a workplace

fall out boy has more cachet at work than my chemical romance.

(seriously, they do. it's kind of awesome. hardcore punk boys will mock the *shit* out of MCR, but they're strangely okay with FOB)

to whit: "why are you being so emo?" "emo? do I look like I listen to my chemical romance?"

and:
me: "I can throw no stones. I am an unashamed and unironic fan of Fall Out Boy."
dude: "Oh, me too. You've got to respect a band that pretty much says they're shameless sellouts who want to make catchy music who then do that."
me: "I have a hoodie. It has emo holes."
dude: "Emo bolts? Like. Things you shoot? That would be the lamest or most awesome super power ever."
other dude: "Superman is emo!"
me: "Your *mom* is emo."
other^2 dude: "I like Panic at the Disco."
other^3 dude: "Dude, some guy just called me ma'am."

this is pretty much the level of maturity we display at work. Though I did get complimented for my Daily Planet t-shirt.

eta: for the record, if there's a story about being in a pit for any show in a fic of mine, chances are very good that I stole it from one of the music fans at work. they are *hardcore*. Not the screamy kind of music hardcore but the kind where I would want them backing me up in like, a knife fight. the people I work with = hilariously awesome nerds! who are also sometimes scary! like. seriously. so, you know. it is like I have found my people! giddy nerds who are like WOOOOOO TCGs! and WOOOOOO pen and paper RPGs! and WOOOOOOO violence is sometimes the answer! and WOOOOOOO punching people in the face!

eta2: I sorta wish my plot brain would kick in.

now I only waste it dreaming of you

you guys, I really like Fall Out Boy.

...the music. I mean, I like *them*. But I really like the music.