COMMENTARY
Its like music to my ears.
Well not exactly music. Its more like creepy attempts to replicate music with sharp piercing notes and flat, drawn-out bleeps.
Ah yes, the refreshing bleeps from cell phones around the land - the sounds only a truly tone-deaf person could enjoy.
In my classes, my dorm and, most of all, in the newsroom, parodies of ABBAs Dancing Queen, the Backstreet Boys Quit Playing Games (With My Heart) and Nirvanas Come as You Are play continuously as cell phones across the land ring.
The sounds remind me of the time I had an ear infection and heard everything in distorted and twisted ways.
While I find the ringers to be lacking in musical quality, I also find them, in certain situations, to be quite rude.