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Oh Evil Earworm


Earworm tunes. This happens to me ALL THE TIME. I have a great record collection which I listen to all the time. I listen to my favorite shows on KFAI and try to surround myself with music I love as much as I can. However, weird tunes enter and infect my ears and brain frequently and the only way that I can expunge them is to inflict them upon others. Sort of an exorcism. One time (years before the internet and youtube and stuff) I had Bryan Adams’ “Everybody Wants You,” stuck in my head for almost a week, so I broke down and bought the 45 and opened up my radio show with that insidious song. I’m sure I irritated my audience, but it needed to be done. Mental floss.

Alright, here was the first one…I think I just saw the words “Black is Back,” and that of course set me off:

And then – and this is a bad one – I was whistling (my whistling skills are really lame) and this little ditty came to mind. (I posted that one on Facebook, and I think my husband and my friend Jeff unfriended me.)






Mmmm, I really need coffee. I have already decided that I am not  going to venture out into subzero temps today (gosh, it’s up to -2 this morning in Minneapolis – and going up to 1 above – what???) — I mean I don’t need to go anywhere because I don’t have any interviews set up or anything. So I’ll go make me a pot of Peets. Wait though, the dogs want to go out. Let them out. Oh no, they don’t have water in their dishes. Get them water. Oh no, the plants are all dry. Get them water. Now what else needed water? Oh, dogs. Oh, now the dogs wanna come in. Let dogs in. The recycling almost topples over as I open the back door. Think I’ll organize the recycling and take it out at some point today – maybe I will go outside, just for that. Oh, the dogs want their treats. Make them do their little dog tricks and give them their treats. That was fun, as usual. Oh man, I could sure use some coffee. Oh, look at those dishes in the sink. I’ll just do those. But I can’t – I’m out of soap. Ok. I’ll need to go to the store. Oh look, the refrigerator is dirty on the outside. Wipe it off. Open fridge. Start throwing out stuff. Oh, no, now I’ll need to take out the garbage too. I can’t leave all that stinky stuff in the garbage. And I’ll definitely need to go to the store to get dishwashing liquid because now there’s several dirty tupperware containers from the fridge. What now? Oh yeah, coffee. Make coffee. But I think I’ll check my email first because maybe somebody got back to me about a possible interview. Nope. Ok. Since I’m here I’ll check Facebook too. Oh it’s my friend’s birthday – I’ll write happy birthday on their wall. But I should really call them as well. Just writing on their Facebook wall seems cheesy. Ok, left a voicemail message, that seems about right. But why don’t they take my call? They have a cell phone, why didn’t they answer? Are they annoyed at me for some reason? Ok, stop that right now. Ok, now I was gonna do something else. Oh yes, make coffee.

I think I’m cured from T.V.


Well, ok, not t.v. completely, like I had to watch Sons of Anarchy in its entirety, um, and that one about the blue speed…. Alright, let’s just say I’m cured from t.v. commercials. I’ve only been watching movies and t.v. shows from my laptop, and have been blessedly spared from all the xmas advertising this year, which can either piss me off or send me into a funk, in equal measures sometimes. Ahhhhh, I hate CHRISTMAS, let’s have a WAR ON IT!!!! YES!!! Or, oh, I miss my family, I miss Mom, booo hooo hoooo hooo hooo.

I admit it, I’m sort of weak. I blame it on the early days. Mom used to stick me in my playpen in front of the tube, the electronic babysitter, and I guess I’d be sitting there playing with my blocks and what-not during the programs (Mom would be watching her soaps while doing her ironing.) As soon as a commercial would come on, I’d put down whatever I was playing with and pull myself up and get all excited about whatever was on t.v….then go back to playing once the commercial was over. (I did this until age 8 – no, not really, that would be strange.)

tvThere used to be a commercial for the dish soap Lux Liquid (I wonder if that’s where Lux Interior got his name, hmmm.) In the Lux commercial, ostensibly you use just a couple of drops of the stuff and you get tons and tons of suds – they fill up the whole t.v. kitchen. Well when I was four, I decided to experiment, so I dumped a whole bottle of the lovely pink stuff in the sink and let ‘er rip. Yes, Mommy, it’s just like on t.v. it keeps sudsing and sudsing, I said to Mom. I remember how pleased she was.

Recently in our Mass Communications class we had one session where all we did was sing jingles from 60’s and 70’s commercials. Now what was weird is that the class varied greatly in ages, from twenty-somethings to us not-twenty-somethings, but we all knew the words to almost all of them. Just frikkin evil….

How else in the world would children in America be taught how to spell b.o.l.o.g.n.a.?