ARRRGH! GET OUT OF MY BRAINNNN!

Is there any song more insidious, and more wretched, than Paul McCartney's "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey"? I swear, once it gets in your head it multiplies and scurries around like nutria.

HAAAANNDS ... across the water! (water!)

Rob

The Worms Crawl In

Just a quick post to renew my call for that most pernicious of vermin: the earworm. I was given a few more entries in person this weekend (including "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," and thanks VERY MUCH for that, yessiree!), but I wanted to prod y'all one last time to supply me with whatever tune starts jangling around in your head. Because of my upcoming vacation, I'm postponing the execution of this blog game until early May, but when that dread day comes, I want to be prepared.

So lay it on me, brothers and sisters.

Rob

Conservation Of Matter Update

During the past week, 4.6 pounds found their way to somewhere else in the universe, rather than around my waist. I'm fine with that. 16 pounds so far! Somewhere, there's a bowling ball with my name on it.

Easter's coming up , though(5 Peeps for 3 points!), as well as a dinner in a French restaurant Kathy & I have wanted to go to for quite some time. So it's likely to be a tight one this time next week.

All that's immaterial, though -- what's really important is that you scroll down a few posts and leave the names of songs that tend to get stuck in your head in the comments. Or click here if you're lazy. "Miss Jackson," if you're nasty. (There's another one!)

Rob

Earworms Wanted

Have a song you just can’t get out of your head?

Have twenty?

This is an open call to list them here, in the comments section, for an upcoming project on this very blog. It’s sort of a blog game, like Blog Mad Libs of days gone by, but it’s mixed with just a touch of crackpot, totally subjective scientific inquiry. So lay ’em on me – the tunes that tintinabulate, thumping insistently like a telltale heart. “For the love of God, Montresor!” you might scream, were my name Montresor. “Wall me up in this cellar, just help me get ‘Brick House’ out of my head!”

So this is your mission: Give me your worst. The earworms you can’t ignore, the music that bounces around in your noggin until you start seriously consider trepanning to let the demons out. Think of it as an exorcism. You have to face your fears if you want to defeat them. Even though they’re mighty mighty.

Do it for science! What could go wrong?

Rob