Fuck the whole rubber bracelet phenomenon in general (especially the grandaddy of 'em all, the "I'm So Sorry About Your Nut, Lance" yellow ones), but this seems exceptionally silly. This blog entry nails the absurdity of it all. Enjoy.
". . . Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth while." --Nathanael West