I don't know why I haven't spoken before about my deep and paralyzing fear of the Burger King...uh, King. He is horrifying! A few years back, they kept showing these commercials with poor unsuspecting souls waking up in bed with his hideous grinning visage peering into their faces, bearing some sort of BK breakfast sandwich. They then share a laugh, and of course, the delicious sandwich.
Fortunately, the commercials petered out, and I was mercifully spared any further run-ins with the King...until now. He's back, and in some sort of dirt bike motion capture commercial. It doesn't make much sense; all I know is, he's back, and haunting my subconscious again. Why, Burger King, why?
In other news, we went this afternoon to see the Les Miserables revival, and it was really good; however, nothing can take you out of the drama and passion of the French Revolution like the following: Cast members fumbling the tossing of a large red flag which plays a prominent and visible role in the performance, such that it falls into the audience, necessitating a cast member to physically leave the stage to retrieve it.
This is where it should be, wayyy up here on the stage:
It ended up around.... here.