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Originally posted by AG05:
Someone please help me.

For most of last month, I had the gorram Fruity Oaty Bar jingle running through my head like a chinchilla on crack. Whistleing it at work, humming it in the shower, randomly singing lines under my breath, it was horrible! In an effort to purge this homicidal-pavlovian-response-inducing jingle from my skull, I watched a few episodes of the show. For the rest of the week, people were wondering why the Crazy Park Ranger was singing "take me out, to the black," then pounding the side of his head and swearing.

Thinking that maybe the best way to cure myself of the audial parasite was repeated exposure to said parasite, I watched a few more episodes, one of which was, you guessed it, Jaynestown. Next day, I was singing the praises of the Hero of Canton. Constantly. Finally, after 3 days of lunacy, I was able to extricate the Hero of Canton from my mental stereo that's stuck on "Repeat".

Whereupon, I foolishly, and with utter disregard for the very clear title of the show and it's likely consequences, sat down and watched Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Christ in a gimme cap. I wouldn't mind if it was the freeze ray song, or the nifty "you're gonna die" bit a few segments in. Those I could live with.

But no. My brain, out sheer spite, has chosen to latch onto the Bad Horse Application Receipt Notice like a pit bull onto a postman.

Why does Joss torture me like this? Are there other Whedon shows that I can watch without being ambushed by earworms? Buffy, perhaps?

Is there some cure for this? Some way to find peace and quiet inside my own head? Some way to evict these sanity-sucking parasites? 'Cause right now I'm looking at a Black and Decker drill with an auger bit, but I think that might be overkill.

Mercy is the mark of a great man.
Guess I'm just a good man.
Well, I'm alright.

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