"Maaaaah body is a caaaaayyyeeeege..." AAAAGH, MAKE IT STOP!!!
Monday, February 16th, 2009 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouEar worms... man, I hate ear worms!!!
Just finished my morning walkabout of the neighborhood (gotta keep Auntie fit), even though what I really wanted to do was crawl back in bed and sleep for the next sixteen hours.
Why?
Because, I only got about one... or was it two? hours of sleep last night. Partly because of a nagging headache that wouldn't go away, partly because the Husbandly One was restless and thus sleepless, and thus keeping me awake, and partly because of... an ear worm.
The nagging headache is mostly sinus pressure, and a little too much chocolate from Valentine's Day. The Husbandly One was restless because he had a sinus headache, and was worrying and fretting on top of that. And the ear worm?
Okay, so I was laying there, dozing, had a bit of a really bizarre nightmare wherethanfiction and I were trying to trace a friend's whereabouts by going back through all the phone calls he had last made on his cell phone, which was the only thing we could find that belonged to him. I kept saying, "You know, this could really, really backfire on us," and he said, "This is all we have to work with," and I said, "I dunno, I've got this really bad feeling about doing this," and we were on our fourth phone call, and the phone was picked up and we heard a woman scream, then shriek, "I... AM IN... A CAGE!!!"
We sort of boggled andthanfiction said, "Okay, that is not our friend. Our friend... does not sound like a woman."
And I said, "Well... no..."
Then the woman shrieked, "I... AM BEING... TORTURED!!!"
And I said, "Well... we can't have that." So I said into the phone, "Who is trying to torture you? Where are you? Can we help you? Is ... is our friend there, too?" Because I can't remember the guy's name at all.
The woman was quiet for a moment, then she shrieked, "He knows who you are! He knows where you are!! YOU...ARE... A CORPSE!!!"
Andthanfiction said, "Well, that's not very friendly." And I said, "Who cares, we have to get out of here now!!" and I grabbed him and used my Sooper Sekrit Amazing Powers and tried to get us out of there. Except someone whacked me with something hard and I sat up in the bed with my heart pounding, and my head pounding, thinking, "What the hell was that about???"
Well, I was still hearing the creepy woman shrieking in my head, so I immediately starting filling my head with music, planning to use Mozart to drive the heebie jeebies away, but... instead, I got Arcade Fire wailing, "Maaaaah body is a caaaaayeeeege... " until I wanted to bang my head into the wall.
It was a total ear worm.
Now, normally when I get an ear worm, my solution is to either find the music and listen to the song in its entirety, which banishes it from my head, or to sing it to myself. Couldn't do that last night. Not with THO restless and tossing. I could just see it. Auntie gets up and turns on iTunes to play the Ear Worm of Doom, and THO sits up and says, "Are you crazy?? Can't you see I'm failing to sleep here???"
So, I tried a counter dissonance and ended up with something even worse.
The Chieftains.
"Here's a Health to the Company."
I love the Chieftains.
I LOATHE that song.
I would rather crawl over broken glass naked than listen to that song. Really. I would.
It took me two hours, and a lot of forcing my brain down avenues I do not normally use to get that particular Ear Worm From Hell out of my head. Beethovan (I'm not big on Beethovan), Metallica, Dir En Grey, Buck Owens (usually "Who's Gonna Mow Your Grass" does the job, but... no dice), I was starting to roam in territory I can't stand. I mean, when I start dredging up George Jones songs, you know I'm desperate.
Sorry, but I'm not into moaning, wailing, pathetically depressing country music. My dad loved it, which is probably why I hate it.
ANYWAY, it took Audioslave to get the Chieftains out of my head. Thank goodness. And I finally passed out around 4:30 or so. Too bad I had to get up at 6!!!
Oh well.
Think I'll put on something obnoxious, bouncy, and LOUD while I clean the living room. Like... oh, I dunno... the Fratellis?? The Sex Pistols? Hmmmm, too loud and obnoxious. Oh, fraggitall, I'll just put on some Jack Johnson to soothe my frazzled, freaked out nerves and get busy!!
And Than, dear, if you could explain why you were dressed like you were going on an expedition to darkest, deepest Africa?? Oh... never mind, it was just one of those stupid dreams!!
Just finished my morning walkabout of the neighborhood (gotta keep Auntie fit), even though what I really wanted to do was crawl back in bed and sleep for the next sixteen hours.
Why?
Because, I only got about one... or was it two? hours of sleep last night. Partly because of a nagging headache that wouldn't go away, partly because the Husbandly One was restless and thus sleepless, and thus keeping me awake, and partly because of... an ear worm.
The nagging headache is mostly sinus pressure, and a little too much chocolate from Valentine's Day. The Husbandly One was restless because he had a sinus headache, and was worrying and fretting on top of that. And the ear worm?
Okay, so I was laying there, dozing, had a bit of a really bizarre nightmare where
thanfiction and I were trying to trace a friend's whereabouts by going back through all the phone calls he had last made on his cell phone, which was the only thing we could find that belonged to him. I kept saying, "You know, this could really, really backfire on us," and he said, "This is all we have to work with," and I said, "I dunno, I've got this really bad feeling about doing this," and we were on our fourth phone call, and the phone was picked up and we heard a woman scream, then shriek, "I... AM IN... A CAGE!!!"We sort of boggled and
thanfiction said, "Okay, that is not our friend. Our friend... does not sound like a woman."And I said, "Well... no..."
Then the woman shrieked, "I... AM BEING... TORTURED!!!"
And I said, "Well... we can't have that." So I said into the phone, "Who is trying to torture you? Where are you? Can we help you? Is ... is our friend there, too?" Because I can't remember the guy's name at all.
The woman was quiet for a moment, then she shrieked, "He knows who you are! He knows where you are!! YOU...ARE... A CORPSE!!!"
And
thanfiction said, "Well, that's not very friendly." And I said, "Who cares, we have to get out of here now!!" and I grabbed him and used my Sooper Sekrit Amazing Powers and tried to get us out of there. Except someone whacked me with something hard and I sat up in the bed with my heart pounding, and my head pounding, thinking, "What the hell was that about???"Well, I was still hearing the creepy woman shrieking in my head, so I immediately starting filling my head with music, planning to use Mozart to drive the heebie jeebies away, but... instead, I got Arcade Fire wailing, "Maaaaah body is a caaaaayeeeege... " until I wanted to bang my head into the wall.
It was a total ear worm.
Now, normally when I get an ear worm, my solution is to either find the music and listen to the song in its entirety, which banishes it from my head, or to sing it to myself. Couldn't do that last night. Not with THO restless and tossing. I could just see it. Auntie gets up and turns on iTunes to play the Ear Worm of Doom, and THO sits up and says, "Are you crazy?? Can't you see I'm failing to sleep here???"
So, I tried a counter dissonance and ended up with something even worse.
The Chieftains.
"Here's a Health to the Company."
I love the Chieftains.
I LOATHE that song.
I would rather crawl over broken glass naked than listen to that song. Really. I would.
It took me two hours, and a lot of forcing my brain down avenues I do not normally use to get that particular Ear Worm From Hell out of my head. Beethovan (I'm not big on Beethovan), Metallica, Dir En Grey, Buck Owens (usually "Who's Gonna Mow Your Grass" does the job, but... no dice), I was starting to roam in territory I can't stand. I mean, when I start dredging up George Jones songs, you know I'm desperate.
Sorry, but I'm not into moaning, wailing, pathetically depressing country music. My dad loved it, which is probably why I hate it.
ANYWAY, it took Audioslave to get the Chieftains out of my head. Thank goodness. And I finally passed out around 4:30 or so. Too bad I had to get up at 6!!!
Oh well.
Think I'll put on something obnoxious, bouncy, and LOUD while I clean the living room. Like... oh, I dunno... the Fratellis?? The Sex Pistols? Hmmmm, too loud and obnoxious. Oh, fraggitall, I'll just put on some Jack Johnson to soothe my frazzled, freaked out nerves and get busy!!
And Than, dear, if you could explain why you were dressed like you were going on an expedition to darkest, deepest Africa?? Oh... never mind, it was just one of those stupid dreams!!
