Blocked U Station Tube. Yeah, like a subway that's backed up.
This is why that fizzy, snapping, Pop Rocks sounds have been going off in my head when I smile or drink or yawn or stick out my tongue or eat or bob my head to the beat. You know, pretty much all the time.
For the last week I've had my own fun personal aural effects system in my head. ('It's my head!' I kept thinking of John Mal-ka-however-you-spell- his-name-vich saying that in the Charlie Kaufman movie. Or how it changed everything in the sense of 'Ways of Hearing' instead of 'Ways of Seeing' by John Berger.)
That nice and foxy Dr. Wilson gave me a prescription today. Soon it'll be no more Rice Crispies and just back to regular hearing.