Jingle All The Way

I have a porous brain that sucks in everything the media has to offer and every now and again, something will give it a squeeze and these... things ... will come dribbling out. I've been known to randomly shout "WWWIZARD!" But usually, it's a commercial jingle, and more likely than not, it's the last commercial I heard before I left the house that morning.

These musical squeezes frequently earn me the Random Evil Song Planting award from my co-workers.

I'll be sitting at my desk, toiling away at some complicated printing estimate, and a song will be running through my brain like an underground stream (for some reason, I work better if there's a soft undercurrent of music, even if it's only in my own head). And like an underground stream, it will inevitably have to surface at some point.

One in particular was planted by a friend who admitted his own obsession with it a couple weeks ago. I guess it stuck subliminally, because yesterday, the underground stream emerged thusly:

"FIVE! FIVE DOLLAR! FIVE DOLLAR FOOTLOOOONG!"

Make it stop!

I guess it could be worse. That one actually has an interesting and surprising chord change. The worst are the ones that have you singing a damn phone number all day long. YOU know the ones -- "1-800-em ay tee tee ARE ee ess!" "800-five-eight-eight-two three hundred, EMPIRE!" and the worst ever, "877-three-nine-three, FOUR, FOUR, FOUR EIGHT!" (That one nearly got me killed by my cubemates)

Damn jingles.