I'm going to keep this one simple since I'm currently suffering from the disease that is 'time'. And while Saturday is purported to be the climax of a typically soul-crushing week, it's becoming my least favourite day.

But I'll try my best to appreciate it, as I once did maybe eighteen years ago when Saturday meant staying in pyjamas watching "Superstars of Wrestling" followed by "American Gladiators", where welders and waitresses dodged Nerf balls thrown by the same guy you just saw Junkyard Dog beat up an hour before. He 'grabbed them cakes' to the point I got dressed and rode my bike down to the park to point at fish mutating in the radioactive creek while kids fell off the creative playground and broke limbs in the background.

My brothers, meanwhile, rode banana-seat bikes and played Dungeons & Dragons in the garage, until Calvin, the kid with the learning disability, got a d20 in the eye.

For the longest time, I thought the "dinner bell" rung from the front porch was a part of my imagination, but no, it actually happened. Home then, for beefaroni, and to play Commodore, while my mom watched "Golden Girls" as the North Stars found Borje Salming's unique brand of Swedish defence impenetrable on the CBC.

Chicago - Saturday In The Park

This song, perhaps, is what it may have been like had it all gone well for the characters in "Requiem For A Dream".

And somehow this song is timeless even though I know full well it isn't. I can just keep it here, in my ranks of databanks and play it when I feel like bathing in certain aromas of nostalgia. I don't like having that sort of control- I much prefer nostalgia as a surprise- but perhaps I'm still bitter, because everytime I go to a retro-diner, I feed the table-top jukebox quarters, yet it's woefully out of order.

Buy Chicago - V maybe? Bah, I don't know, I just wanted to make a post.

-kam