At the very same barcbecue in which we were almost destroyed by the sun, I was witness to a very non-astronomical phenomenon, which happend to be the arrival of Julie, Richard, and Tom, my friends from the Berkeley Scientific Journal.

On the left, we have Julie's cousin, an accomplished musician who I believe plays the cello. On the right, we have unidentified hot girl who probably does not play the cello. But don't quote me on it. Maybe she's the next Yo-Yo Ma, for all I know.