After all, I had forgotten "Saturday in the Park"!
I tend to spend my Saturdays away from the purview of old yellowface**.
(this picture is not recent, but it's seasonally appropriate AND new to you!)
Queue emptying occurs when we start to hum 25 or 6 to 4 regularly.
Despite my love of electrical guitary solos,
I might love the Beatles/Chicago mashup maybe just a little more.
Now, if the kids in america, namely the ones by our house, in the middle of our street, would STOP setting off fireworks in front of my house,
I would be less afraid of americans, less afraid of the world. I'm afraid I can't help it.
Seriously, I want to spend the next week underground in a bunker.
*Old Yellowface is not a reference to people of asian decent. I even avoided references to the Boss's song about where we were born to avoid that potential conclusion being drawn.
It's the daystar.
Avoid that mass of incandescent gas; that gigantic nuclear furnace.
It's a necessary evil, and if you've really got to expose yourself (teehee)
Wear your sunscreen. Seriously, you guys.