The Wombat File Is Yours to Keep

And yet.

Is the worst of it the fact that I can hum "No More Diapers for Me," or that the insipid antics of the hideously animated toilet-paper-roll character "T.P." can now be readily recalled to memory? Is it my morbid fascination with the perky narrator/hostess, an actress who was doubtless selected for the role for her fascinating genetic anomaly (she being the only human being able to retract her eyelids to an extent appropriate for the average manga heroine)?

No, the worst of it is the appalling potti-gogical drama in rhyme which concludes this $14.95 digital-video, "The Princess and the Potty." There's this character of a jester, a sort of strangley supplementary comic-sidekick role, played by a man who has apparently convinced himself he's the reincarnation of the late Paul Lynde. You know when something is so bad it's good? Well, imagine that this is so much more bad that it's gone straight around the world and wound up right back home in bad. And the camped-up performance by this guy is like the exclamation point on the bad. It's bad!

And, like an annoying commercial jingle or a Phil Collins song, bits of the scenes lodge in the brain. Please god send me something, anything, some Monster Earworm to forever drive away all recollection of the horror that is Potty Power.