On Many Subjects

I listened to A Prairie Home Companion on NPR more than once, but it wasn't until I saw the movie, A Praire Home Companion, that I finally subscribed to the podcast so I could be certain to never miss an episode of A Prairie Home Companion.

There is something about the wonderful, down-homeiness of that show and the slow moving pace that is terribly appealing. I loved the movie and I love the radio show.

So, after listening to an older podcast of A Prairie Home Companion, I now have the Rhubard Pie Song stuck in my head.

But one little thing can revive a guy,
And that is home-made rhubarb pie.
Serve it up, nice and hot.
Maybe things aren't as futile as you thought.

DUET:
Mama's little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb,
Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.
Mama's little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb,
Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.

Last week I had the song that is up for a Grammie Award stuck in my head: "My D*ck in a Box." View the YouTube video here, which is, in a word, hysterical, but not for the sensitive, conservative readers (Are you paying attention, Mom?) or for children under thirteen because of the explicit lyrics--as you have probably already guessed. But, if you want some silly Saturday Night Live fun, watch the video... but be warned. That song will get stuck in your head and you will find yourself humming it in public restrooms and elevators. And you will find out just how many other people have seen the YouTube video.

Lady in the bathroom: That song is so funny, I peed on myself when I heard it the first time.
Me: Me, too. That's why I am humming it in the bathroom.

Of the two little ditties, I am not certain which one is MORE annoying to get stuck in my head.

Actually, any song that gets stuck in my head is annoying.