I went to sleep at my usual hour for work and b's webserver crashed at some point afterwards (finally tracked down to a backup script running amok). She's been working on Drun, so she was really anxious for me to wake up and figure out what happened. Her friend Psudo suggested a series of ways to wake me up. In particular, he suggested murdering someone (in his words: "violence is always the answer"). After going through a series of various schemes which probably would have failed to wake me up, she started musing about the sound of 1,000 violins.
At length, my alarm went off, so I awakened and she told me about the fairy tale and the thousand violins. I looked at her and unintentionally echoed the thoughts of Psudo with:
"Figures. Violins is always the answer."