Believe it or not, it's just me.

Today's earworm is the theme song from The Greatest American Hero, which is kind of odd, as I'm quite sure I've never even seen an episode of that program (which program, I hasten to point out, predates me by a full year—not that I couldn't have caught a rerun, mind).

You know the one: "Believe it or not, I'm walking on air."

Man. Get out of my head, song.

Turtledoves, all the way down.

Last night I dreamt I was preparing to play in a last-minute performance of "The Twelve Days of Christmas". The final rehearsal went right off the rails, and I awoke right before the real deal, in front of an audience.

It was weird.

Nothing but bluebirds.

I have the song "Blue Skies" stuck in my head. It's not a bad song to have stuck in one's head, I must say.

"They're, like, extra artisanal, you see."

If one were to start a brining business, where the specialty of said establishment was its keen attention to detail, a good name for that enterprise would be The Nit Pickler.

A Real Chuckler

Apparently, this is the place on the internet where all I do anymore is record stupid jokes I've made up. To wit, today's entry:

Q: Hey, did you hear about the little person who had a real knack for writing?

A: They called him the Gnome de plume.

I mean, that's not even funny at all.

A new bad joke.

Q: Where did the Super Mario Bros. go on vacation?

A: Yemen Yemen Yemen.