Okay, so there's this commercial for medical file software. There's a geeky-looking guy sitting behind a desk in what appears to be a giant warehouse filled with shelves of files that stretch endlessly to the unseen ceiling and walls. A doctor approaches the desk and starts to ask for a file. Before he completes the sentence, the "file clerk" zips off in a blur and zips back with the exact file the doctor wanted.

This commercial generated my metaphor for how George's brain works. He has a file clerk in his head. Instead of finding the exact file that an ordinary brain would locate, this file clerk often grabs random, unconnected files, and tells George to say them. The results are often startlingly funny. This blog is a record of some of these statements.