If peanuts could fly …

I know it’s hap­pened to you before. You hear some­thing and it sticks in your head, hard. You find your­self hum­ming some inane theme or jin­gle until you’re about ready to gouge out your eardrums with a corkscrew. Lewis Black on his White Album ranted about this phe­nom­e­non, though in the con­text of “the dumb­est thing you’ve ever heard”. Maybe things stick because they’re dumb … inane … I don’t know.

All I know is I’m there right now, with that idi­otic Snick­ers jin­gle in my head:

“Happy peanuts soar,
over choco­late cov­ered moun­tain­tops
and water­falls of caramel.
Danc­ing nougat in the mead­ows,
sings a song of sat­is­fac­tion
to the world …”

I need therapy.