Behold, the teaser to the beginning of production on the third season of Netflix’s Stranger Things: Season 3, the zeitgeist-y paean to proper retro-80’s nostalgification and vehicle for the sexualization of Millie Bobby Brown.

Okay, hopefully not so much that last one but I certainly won’t apologize for my own fetishization of most anything 80s related.

If I could go back, I would. Riding around on bikes, passing written notes in class, better films (The Thing, Aliens, Predator, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Goonies, The Empire Strikes Back just to name a few), and no goddamned internet.

Yes, I see what you just read and the irony inherent therein because I wrote it, but guess what? No, go on, guess. That’s right folks in Current Year, much like the final sentiment of Pee-wee Herman’s lovely boxcar traveling hobo companion in his seminal 80’s film (no, not the one he got in trouble for) Pee-wee’s Big Adventure, I DON’T CAAAAAAAARE.

I want to go back. Please Doc Brown, send me back.

I genuinely, deeply, and truly hope Current and Subsequent Years get Jimmy Crack Corned.