There IS, however, one caveat: Sometimes, MORS thinks I’m someone else. The other day, for instance, I was typing away, happily listening to the Arcade Fire playing on MORS. The song ended, and then the voice of a malevolent demon poured out through my headphones. I quickly clicked open the MORS window to see what the hell it was. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS. I was hurt, of course, as anyone who’d worked hard to create a good radio station for herself would be. Shocked and confused, I wanted to search for answers, but there were none to be had. Why MORS had selected this as a song that I might like was a mystery, so I quickly skipped over the song, and tried to put it behind me. A few days later, though, MORS started up with me again. Not Spongebob, thank God, but something perhaps even weirder:
Hi - Hi! We're your Weather Girls
- Ah-huh -
And have we got news for you -
You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls, and leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright!
…It’s Raining Men. Which wouldn’t have been so strange, were it not followed later in the day by YMCA. MORS apparently thought that I was a stereotypical gay sidekick in a romantic comedy. Then, the past few days, MORS seems to be under the impression that I’m going through a bad breakup. There’s a LOT of Enya, Sara MacLachlan and as of today, Jewel. Um, wow. This is possibly the worst recommendation ever. Despite the above, I really do love MORS, and I think you’ll love yours (YORS?) too, particularly if you, like me, work in front of a computer for much of the day.
(Just don’t be surprised if it, apropos of nothing, starts playing a mixture of death metal and polka music.)