Today I was brainlessly listening to Arrow 93, our "Classic Rock" station, because my jazz station was in pledge mode. First, they played Rod Stewart disco ("Young Hearts blart blar") which was manifestly not Classic Rock. But hey, they're marketers, they know what they're doing.
Then the DJ came on and was blarbling along happily about party on man! And he was so happy. And he was happy because it was Friday and the weekend was here woo woo! Which is what classic rock DJs all say to their hapless listeners. One small problem; today is Thursday.
In the old days I would have assumed that the DJ was completely baked having consumed a gigantic strong joint in the parking lot before his shift. Nowadays, I have to assume that someone in the Death Star hit the wrong satellite button and we were getting the "Friday Tape", or that the DJ was broadcasting live from an underground complex in North Dakota to 53 cities and had no idea what day it was any more.
Logan, it's time for Carousel.