Ad weirdness...

Back before I bought a LiveScribe pen, I never used to see ads for the things while browsing the Web. Since buying one and registering it, I now see ads for these pens several times a day.

That seems to make no sense to me, really. But all that means is that my marketing-fu is playing by some outdated rules, and that my understanding of how Web advertising works (or doesn't) is of such an extent that, if it were made physical, it could be jammed into your eyeball and you wouldn't feel a thing.

Cheers...

Just another case of involuntary musical imagery...

I didn't get a chance to see last week's episode of Castle when it aired, but I finally did watch it this past Saturday with Galina, and I must say I was suitably impressed.

The episode, titled The Blue Butterfly, has almost everyone in the cast playing dual roles: their usual series role and a role associated with a series of events from 1947 that are played out in Richard Castle's imagination.

Anyway, after having watched the episode three times, I cannot shake this one song—Comes Love, performed by Tamala Jones—out of my head.

And unlike most other earworms, which I would gladly be rid of and the sooner the better, I find myself actually enjoying the sounds of the band and of the singer.

Comes a rainstorm, put your rubbers on your feet;
Comes a snowstorm, you can get a little heat—
Comes love, nothing can be done.

Comes a fire, then you know just what to do;
Blow a tire, you can buy another shoe—
Comes love, nothing can be done...

There's video (a good link as of a few minutes ago, YMMV as time goes by...) for those who care to risk a case of "involuntary musical imagery."

Cheers...