Oh, something else that occurred to me this weekend, almost verbatim:

[camwyn]

SWEET MERCIFUL MOTHER OF ERIS, I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT.

*would kick the faintly smirking Dr. Spengler muse living in the back of her head if she weren't afraid her foot would dematerialise in the process*

Some days I hate my brain. Especially the part where it starts answering old theatrical_muse questions on its own.

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[camwyn]

In the end, I suspect any brain-altering measures taken would prove counter productive. They might remove the memories or something, but it would ultimately be like what Pterry said about deaf composers. Not being able to hear doesn't free them from hearing the music. It just means they no longer hear the distractions.