Dylan's current TV obsession is a PBS show called Dinosaur Train and I can't get the fucking T-Rex song out of my head. We hates this show, precious.
T-Rex! Roar! / I'm a Tyrannosaurus / I'm the biggest carnivore / in the Cretaceous forest
SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD.
Use your imagination to thing of something else.
Come with me /
And you'll be /
In a world of /
Pure imagination /
Take a look /
And you'll see /
Into your imagination / . . .
No need to thank me, I'm here to help.
It could be worse. My brother took to explicitiving the Wiggles as a form of therapy.
t Has no kids.
t Is immune to the earworm
t Runs
I feel your pain, Jess. Owen is also crazy about that show. And since it's pretty smartly written, I'm going along with the obsession for now. The songs are sort of annoying but having Owen explain to DH how the "pterodactyl" is actually a pteranodon is worth it.
I've been earwormed with really crap songs lately. First I earwormed myself with the song from that tragic homemade goth video I linked to in music. "What is that song...Oh shit!"
And lately some Dave Mathews Band song they've been playing on the radio has gotten stuck in my head, and a I hate DMB.
Jess, I'll trade you in a hot second for
I got it! I got it! It's really really true!
I got it! I got it! I know just what to do!
Don't think about what you CAAAAN'T do, think about what you CAAAAAAN do!
It wasn't until I'd already been hopelessly earwormed with that one that I realized just how often the phrase "I got it" comes up in everyday conversations. Way, way too fucking often, that's how often. A passing coworker mumbles something about the phone in the next office that just started ringing, and
bam!
I'm earwormed for the next three days.
but having Owen explain to DH how the "pterodactyl" is actually a pteranodon is worth it.
Oooh, good job. Have they discussed that there's some recent evidence that the T. Rex might have been a scavenger instead of a predator? Because huge crunching jaws and tiny little claws equals eating up already dead things.