Is your brain more easily led than you are? Does it spoil your cool image?
I’m a hard-nosed cynic myself, impervious to advertising no matter how sophisticated or persuasive. However my brain is totally undiscerning and seems to pick up every advertising jingle it hears, warbling them all with gusto as if we were being paid to promote the bally products!
This is annoying and doesn’t make me seem at all cool.
But then how can one ever hope to appear in the slightest bit ’street’ when one is trilling away semi-consciously re the joys of “yummy choco clusters”, etc?
How can I shut it up?
Lots of excellent suggestions here.
And I’m relieved to learn that I’m not the only one with a wayward brain box that enjoys doing “the Shake ‘n’ Vac to put the freshness back” -
(Special thanks to Nosey for that one: ended up singing it all day, mate. Cheers!)
Sounds like my American friends know lots of jingles for products I’ve never even heard of.
Wherever we hail from, we should allow all our brains to get together some time and exchange musical ditties.
They may even form an international subconscious choir.
But enough wittering!
It’s time I did the near impossible and chose bezzy from this superb selection of answers ….
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My brain is a cool thinking machine full of wonderful visions and fantastic ideas.so original and unique.Knowledgeable too.
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I have the greatest respect for my brain, and use it seldom. It’s usually
floating in a jar of formaldehyde, sat on the shelf above my telly. You know, for safekeeping.
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*singing in joyful absent mindedness – *
“A Finger-o’-Fudge is just enough to give old Hatts a treat! …”
Eh? Did you say something, LF?…
Oh, congrats on reclaiming your top contributor crown, Beastie!
How shall we celebrate, hmm?
EDIT: Yahoo Answers Team –
Ha Ha, very funny! The cheeky minxes just did “Coffee Break” on me – again!
Who says they don’t enjoy a laugh?
Touche!
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I’m a hard-nosed cynic when it comes to the sort of Cartesian duality you’re suggesting, Lefty. Le brain, c’est moi, as what’s-his-face once said.
But that is neither here nor there. What you should do is pick out a song you’d rather warble (25 or 6 to 4? Celery Stalks at Midnight? You have the whole world of music at your disposal) and force it into your consciousness whenever the offending ditty rears its ugly head. And if that doesn’t work, come here and let me rub your temples.
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Drink your beer and shoot your gun! Drink your gun and shoot your beer!
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I suffer from this as well and alcohol only inflates the situation… sometimes my brain gets my feet on board and a skip breaks through my normally snobish strut and then I wonder, oh I wonder wonder whats, whats in my wonder ball, sorry how many licks does it take… damn brain! I have no idea how to shut it up!
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there’s nothing more “street” than singing that freecreditreport.com commercial while wearing a t-shirt with the Pepsi logo on it…
I’m Lovin’ It…
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ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS
The Shake ‘n’ Vac do the shake and vac, do the shake ‘n’ vac and put the freshness back
You should slap yourself every time you catch yourself doing it, sorry I couldn’t have helped more but every little helps, oops!
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I often have disagreements with my brain-otron and have to silence its constant whirling and chattering with copious amounts of gin. Tip top.
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It’s my willy that leads me. It’s got me into some right scrapes and no mistake missus.
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Left tit,
Get a grip, grow a backbone and deal with it woman. This phenomena has only ever got past my vigilant border guard brain on one occasion. I found myself singing that damned chair warehouse advert” The big red building on Golders green rd” back in 2000. Then, After Lady bumwobble Crushed my Royal windsor Brighton beach deck chair, I came to the realisation that indeed I needed a new throne to provide my anal section comfortable housing during the family war videos. And so I enthusiastically cranked up the Model T and chugged the 89 miles over to ” The big red building on Golders green rd”. The journey was indeed fraught with unpleasantness including a force 9 gale, three lightning strikes and a rather violent run in with an eastern european windscreen slave. Imagine my absolute dismay Left tit on realisation that “the big red building on Golders green rd ” was in fact not a Chairs warehouse at all but a damned carpeting warehouse for the underprivileged! The Poppycock Neurons had quite clearly represented the world in their own creative way and certainly mislead my good self. Needless to say I took immediate action and removed all plebeian brain washing equipment from Clap Trap castle including all radios, TVs, Satellites, Books, magazines and speaking clocks. I also introduced a gagging policy for all house servants. But despite all of my clever jingle eradication measures The damned big red building still manages to reach my ears at three in the Morning when My african grey Congo Parrot -Flapper inexplicably decides to serenade me with the damned advert with unbelievable clarity adding ” Ha Ha Ha What a Cockhead, what a cockhead” Apart from this the total isolation has been a jolly good strategy what? The Poppycock muster has been left completely untouched by intrusive brain jackers.
Be careful out there left tit, I have it on good authority that an invasion of negative types is imminent!
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I have to agree with you, ….it’s hard to appear “street ” while singing out loud ” oh, I wish I was a Oscar mayer wiener ”
I’ve had better days.
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I was all set to answer this intelligently and then I read EoS answer…and Im afraid I cant get that stupid Oscar Meyer tune out my head…and I dont even like Hot Dogs….damit,
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Well I did try to drink myself into forgetting, but that only left me with a night prostrated over the ceramic bowl……Then I turned to herbs and well that just made me more susceptible to tunes, such as the mentos commercials and that whole “your not fully clean unless your zest fully clean!” Which btw is totally 80’s………..So may I suggest electro-shock therapy……Wear this collar around your neck and when ever you start humming a tune just a jab of electricity will jolt you into submission…….Ah hell when you can’t beat them join them…….
“My baloney has a first name its O-S-C-A-R…….”
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Daaahhhling, when you find yourself attracted to the 118 chappies, you must help yourself to Rotter’s gin at once. But you are not alone. I cannot reply affirmatively unless I declare “Oh Yesssss” in the manner of the Churchill dog. This gives intimate moments with one’s husband a new comic tone. Toodle pip.
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When these advertising jingles appear unbidden in the iPod of imagination, I delve deep for my real iPod and drown out these brain rotting abominations in something a little more seemly.
I can recommend James Last, the Carpenters, followed by a surge of the Greatest Hits of Karl Heinz Stockhausen.