Cursed Old Navy. Their latest ad — you know, the one that rips off The Go-Go’s “Our Lips Are Sealed” — plays every morning while my wife watches Breakfast Television, and it’s been stck in my head for two days. I’ve been trying to blast it out with decent music on the Nomad, but as soon as the earphones come out it comes slipping back, all slimy and grating.

I don’t want to resort to my two sure-fire methods of getting rid of it — a pyrrhic victory to be sure — but I may have to. My sure fire methods, by the way, are as follows:

• hum the intro to “My Charona” — you know…duh duh DA DA duh DA duh DA duh duh DA duh duh duh DA DA duh DA MY CHARONA!! — over and over
• if that doesn’t work, sing the chorus of “We Built This City On Rock and Roll”. this, truly the nuclear option, should only be used in extreme cases.

That last one was taught to me by a guy named Dean a few years back and hasn’t failed me yet, though I worry for my own sanity when I do use it. Recovering usually involves some strong whiskey and a few leeches.