Throw Another Blinky On The Goo Goo (Silverchair)

Today is Australia Day, the holiday that commemorates the 1788 arrival of Great Britain’s First Fleet to that particular koala-infested island continent. Much like our own Thanksgiving, this observance is a source of conflict for Australia’s native peoples, many of whom have renamed the Twenty-Sixth of January “Invasion Day” or “Survival Day.” That’s a bit more subtle than the protests Americans usually see in late November wherein the phrases “genocide” and “diseased blankets” are inevitably shoehorned into the proceedings.

Aborigines should take note that New York City has not suspended alternate side of the street parking today in what I can only assume is a show of support for their cause. Hopefully the Rotten Apple’s disgruntled vehicle owners will take a moment to consider your plight as they cruise the Manhattan grid searching for legal parking areas that are less than fifteen miles from their overpriced and cramped apartments. Not that they have any right to be disgruntled—the gas guzzlers got an unexpected break on Asian Lunar New Year earlier this week.

Suck it up, car jockeys. You’ll get another reprieve on Lincoln’s birthday.

Let us now luxuriate in the greatness of my favorite Aussie rock group while reflecting on all the times we as a nation collectively busted on Paul Hogan and Yahoo Serious.