All the leaves are brown. Waaaaaaaah!

So I was in the city yesterday getting some semi-emergency dental work done (a tiny piece of my front tooth, long eroded by my admittedly terrible habit of eating salt-dipped lime quarters the way normal people eat normal fruit, broke off, and the result, while not painful, looked so hillbilly that it made me laugh in my own face every time I looked in a mirror, so the dentist bonded the chip and charged my insurance for a filling, woooo!).

Walking past some jerry-rigged little sidewalk cafe (why anybody wants to do that in this city is beyond me, especially on Market Street, with its bum/psycho population and constant mini-tornadoes of street garbage), I had occasion to hear one of my Most Hated Songs Ever: "California Dreamin."

Jesus H. Shatner, do I hate that fucking song. Get some motherfucking antidepressants, you couchbound muumuu-wearing bunch of hairy assholes! Draggy vocals, the whole bullshit thing about how everything in California totes rules (especially L.A., which, by the way, Grammar Police says the line should be "wish I WERE in L.A.," not "WAS in L.A." so nyaaah), a neverending Giant Tragic Flute Solo -- BALLS. I would like to punch every one of those douchebags in the throat, but I'd have to travel back in time to do it BEFORE they record this fucktacular song. Haaaaaate.