I can explain. Netflix decided I would like to watch Catherine Tate in Dr. Who, so I did. And eh, it's fun, but whatsisface is no Tom Baker, who I only liked marginally, because he looked like Lamont Cranston.
Every morning — or just about — I wake up with some snatchlet of music in my head. Some days it may take well past lunch for the theme from "What's Happenin'?'" to work its way out and I figure why should I suffer alone?