I finally figured out where this guy's favorite blog fodder goes searching for baby names.
I woke up at 3:14 a.m. with the Worst Earworm Ever stuck in my brain. I've had the radio commercial for this company rattling 'round upstairs ever since. Never really was able to get to sleep again, either.
An earworm about a Freudian psychiatrist consulting with his client, "Mad Max Madsen" (who never speaks a word), over the telephone, set to bad music. That's just sick.