Every now and then, something comes along that strikes you in such a peculiar way that you don't even realise the effect it has at first. Such is the case with Charlie and his adventure to Candy Mountain. When I first saw it, I thought "Well, that was... uhh... unique." and then thought nothing more. Two days later, however, I was standing in the kitchen drying a dish, when I heard a voice in my head:
"Candy Mountain, Charlie! Yeah, Candy Mountain!!"
"Yes," I thought, almost hypnotically. "Candy Mountain is a fine place. It's a land of joy. And joyness."
And so I watched it again. And again. I now regularly shun non-believers and proclaim the innate wisdom of the liopleurodon. I can only assume this is a long and circuitous plan to steal my kidney. I must remain alert.