[018] they should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves

[notafuckingnut]

[Anyone paying attention is treated to a good thirty seconds of humming -- "Jingle Bell Rock" at first but then "Do They Know It's Christmas" -- but it stops abruptly when he actually finds his train of thought.]

..Is there a word for when you get a song stuck in your head, but every time you get to one part it turns into something else?  And it

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gotta love it!

[notafuckingnut]

"Good job"? Yeah, that's...encouraging. You gonna give me a treat for keeping it to a minimum or something?

[Eyeroll; he's not a dog. But he minds less than he protests.]

"Earworm", huh? I guess that makes sense. I knew there had to be a German word for it. ...Gross, but it works.

[notafuckingnut]

[How is that not the same thing? You make no sense, Not-Dad Number 1; your child-rearing skills are a little questionable.]

Something that gets stuck in your ear canal and probably needs to be pried out with forceps before it latches on and tears a chunk out of your brain? Yeah, it fits.

[Maybe it's just phrased that way for the shock value, maybe he legitimately equates them....it's anyone's guess. ...In any event, somebody was watching Starship Troopers last night, apparently, and now might have a tiny temporary fixation on alien bugs. Don't mind him.]

[feels_no_love]

[Have a slightly slurry voice; Damian Stone, local fresh-widowed piano player, is drunk even earlier than usual today.]

The only way to get one piece of music out of your ears is with another one.

[He sets his communicator on the piano and breaks into a rendition of "On The First Day After Christmas".]

:D

[feels_no_love]

Ba-ha-ha-ha-ha, oh come on, Bill, stop being such a stuck up bitch. Besides, I'm not unwell. I haven't had enough bourbon to be unwell.

Odd how I never got this sort of treatment when I was playing Carnegie Hall. But I suppose loss tells you who your friends are.