brains are weird

It’s chilly in the home office today and while I was working away, the babble of language in my brain was puzzling out what to do about our general discomfort.

And I caught it being strange.

I had the thought “Might be time to—

♫ Plug in de space heater / MURDERA! ♫”

and that’s how I discovered that my brain is apparently still on the lookout for syllabic patterns that match “Here Comes the Hotstepper” by Ini Kamoze, a song that got lodged in my head almost 30 years ago.