Main Theme from Wallace and Gromit

The prim yet manic meliorism of this most-British theme, the carvivalesque madcappery of it all, make this the perfect counterpoint to my workday, which contains none of the aforementioned qualities. I have been humming Julian Nott's music for three solid days now.

emocore

Awoke in the wee hours with this floating in neon letters through my foremind. I don't even know what it means. It is a music subgenre of some sort, that much is clear, but I would be helpless if pressed to give even one example thereof.

"How Do I Live Without You?"

The most irritating thing about having this song stuck in my head is not that I then end up with the general experience of watching the film Con-Air, which would be trying enough. It is that I cannot escape the knowledge that there were two recordings in popular circulation at the time — performed by Trisha Yearwood and LeAnn Rimes — and I have no idea which is which. I could never keep them straight at the time, and I certainly cannot do so after the lapse of years. I know I shouldn't care, but I am me; I can't help caring.

And I am becoming a hummer, which makes these little episodes more troubling than when it was merely a silent affliction of my mind.

post-prandial

While washing dishes after supper tonight I was trying to think of a high-falutin' word that means 'after supper'. The best my schoolboy Latin could do was the rather plodding post cenam. Then the above word popped into my head. I could not for the life of me come up with the slightest idea what it meant. I told my wife this, and she said (unaware of the train of thought that had preceded this word's unbidden advent) "I think it means after a meal."

I really scare myself sometimes. (Other times I'm sleeping.)

Consider Yourself Fairly Warned

This is going to be crazy talk. All crazy talk.

Don't say we didn't warn you.