The Randomly Hip, OR The Tragically Absurd

At frequent, random intervals throughout the day I've had a single line of The Hip's 'At the Hundredth Meridian' playing in my head. Now, normally, having any amount of almost any Hip song lodged inside my skull for any amount of time would leave me quite irate. Note: of course, as Hip songs tend, in this country, to receive what I feel is an exorbitant amount of play, they are more or less permanently lodged in my skull, which may explain my volatile potential for nastiness. However, this particular case of the Tragic Plague came with a rather amusing little antibody. I seemed to have replaced eulogy with the ever so much more amusing eugoogoly. So forget Jimmy Eat World. Get Ry Cooder to sing my eugoogoly!