I'll Follow Me Wherever I Go

I know it looks weird that I'm following my own blogs, because it is weird. I'm aware of that fact. I am being a self creeper* for a reason though (not just to up my followers number). I tried to send a message to someone who follows my other blog (she won a giveaway), and Google Friend Connect said I needed to sign in, or that I wasn't recognized, or some such thing. On my own frelling blog! (I paused the Farscape marathon a while ago, not sure why that's stuck with me.) I've probably done something wrong, but so far as I can tell (from that one incident), I have to follow myself, and look a bit odd. Fortunately, I'm used to it.

*I consider anyone who follows my blogs to be awesome. I'm only calling myself a creeper.

Happy VD

Nothing says, "Happy Valentine's Day!" quite like my foot, Bieber, and what I believe to be Miley Cyrus.

Be Mine, Please...

I'm pathetic,


but endearing.

Human Earworm

I blame part of my inability to be productive on a chronic case of human earworm. Put away the Merck Manual, this isn't another disease I'm convinced is killing me. Also, this isn't Star Trek. I call it human earworm becasuse it's like having a song stuck in my head, except it's a person (not literally, obviously). I become completely consumed, and daydream elaborate yet believable situations and conversations. A soap opera in my mind;  there is usually a main storyline with a dashing star, but occasionally I switch to an alternate storyline featuring a lesser character to keep things interesting. And, just like any earworm, no matter what I do, it will not go away.

It's odd that the subjects are rarely people I know, or at least know well. It follows, I guess, as the songs most likely to play on constant repeat in my brain are usually ones I don't know well either. That unfamiliarity is what provides for the, not at all annoying, endless repetition of the three bars of the song I know, as my brain trudges on in a futile attempt to remember what comes after the hook.

I'm not sure if normal people experience human earworms, or if it's just one of those idiosyncrasies that makes me so creepily weird interesting. For the sake of feeling moderately normal, I like to assume that others experience this. I am willing to acknowledge, however,  that most cases of human earworm are likely due to missing someone who was at one time an important part of the affected person's life. So, I'm still a freak.