For the past few weeks, I kept waking up with Joan Jett and the Blackhearts' "I Hate Myself for Loving You" playing in my head. I have no idea why - there's no one in my life that I hate myself for loving.

This morning in the shower, it was "Flintstones, meet the Flintstones, they're the modern stone-age fam-i-lee!". What? Why? Nothing in my head makes sense.

When I mentioned to Joey that the Flintstones theme song was in my head, he brought up this bit of cinema gold: