I was once stuck in front of the exhibit at Disneyland that plays "It's a Small World After All." If mechanics hadn't fixed the mechanism that drew the boat out of there I would have started smashing things. As it was an old nun the the boat ahead of me snapped and ran off screaming, "No more! No! Satan, I give you my soul!" (Well, maybe that last bit about the nun is a little exagrerated....)

I awakened this morning with the lines "...Roll out, roll out and see the show/TV soldiers in a row..." from in my head. Yesterday it was Phil Ochs' "I ain't a-marchin' anymore." I think that my awakening brain is an anti-war activist.