When Something About Airplanes came out, I thought DCFC had one good song and a singer with a really bad asthma problem. Plus, he was too sensitive. [JUST LIKE ME!] Cut to some million years later: a handful of their songs being so good, tickets in hand, a dinner at Medicine successfully consumed and a headache slowly decreasing.
"I am ostensibly VCR and camcorder retarded." We do love it so.
Fall is here and I know that each time it arrives, as it has for the last seven or so years that I’ve lived in California, I say something like: I can’t believe how cozy everything feels but what was last year like? Why do I have little to no seasonal retention ability?