Dedicated to lcohen

[rsc]

On my way home from a doctor's appointment, I distantly heard a fragment of conversation -- probably no more than a syllable and a half -- which contained something that sounded something like "fay", which triggered the synapse in my brain where the string "O foolish fay" is stored. Whereupon I was irresistibly forced -- forced, I tell you -- to spend the next several minutes of my walk singing, in its entirety, the Fairy Queen's song from the second act of Iolanthe. Well, I have never denied that my brain is a strange place.

I dedicate this post to lcohen because, now that neither my mother nor her sister are around, she is the only other person of my acquaintance to whom I can imagine this happening.

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[rsc.livejournal.com]

In any case, the point of my post is not about earworms per se, which are kind of old news in my corner of the universe, but that the trigger resulted in my singing aloud (although, in this case, not very loud).

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

it's thread drift!

with a repetitive sound-track!