I hate Christmas music. Hate, hate, hate. Call me Grinch Feld. I don’t care. It just makes me want to poke knitting needles in my ears to stop it. Amy and I were in City Market grocery shopping the other day and at some point I had to go outside and scream. It felt good enough that I was able to go back in the store and finish buying greek yogurt and vegetables.
Yesterday I got a note from David Cohen with an attachment of a parody of The 12 Days of Christmas. At first I almost just archived it on general principle. And then I listened to it. And it was hilarious. I decided that since it was a parody, it got to go in a different category than “Christmas-Music” in my brain and I tagged it instead as “Hilarious-Parodies Humor TechStars.”
David asked me to send him a quick video of me lip syncing “Fiiiiiive sleepless weeeeks.” That was easy and I appear at 2:17 looking a little like Ted Kaczynski.
I thought the lyrics were priceless. I hope I don’t get blocked because of SOPA.
On the twelfth day of Techstars my startup gave to me
Twelve companies funded
Eleven piping pizzas
Ten pitch sessions
Nine servers crashing
Eight mentor meetings
Seven cups of coffee
Fiiiiiive sleepless weeeeks
Three sexless months
And a space to work in rent freeeeeee