is there anything more depressing than the lame local fair?  i went to one in vermont once and bought beeswax (still sitting on my dresser) out of sympathy for a man who had clearly made a poor life choice when he decided, like 50 years ago, “i’m going to learn everything about bees so that i can then bore tourists at our local fair.” honestly, i was ready to snuff myself after 10 minutes with the guy. 

which simpsons re-run?  some are more excusable than others.

I felt terrible for you and Jennn when I was driving home and I saw how packed the roads were.  What the hell was up with a midnight traffic jam, anyway?

Greg, it’s very simple: a conspiracy of extra-terrestrials and international zionists to prevent me from enjoying the zippy speeds of which my vehicle is capable.  I utter curses on their ancestors’ graves.

Bryan, bees wax would have been an improvement.  The guy I remember had a booth to sell copies of CD’s he’d made on his home organ (or computer?) of “updated” versions of crappy classics like the Marine Corps Hymn or Evergreen.  Every one sounded like it was being performed under rancid molasses.  He sat under his tent in the gathering dusk and fog, frowning, goateed and obese.  His stand should have been labeled, “Crappy Music from an Angry Fatso.”

And don’t even get me started on their “train ride...”

oh and it was the episode where Bart nominates Krabapple for Teacher of the Year and they all go to Epcot Center?  Rides the crest of the bell curve, that one does…

Crappy Music from an Angry Fatso: wasn’t that meatloaf’s first album?

that episode was just one more nail in the simpsons coffin.  “that’ll happen ... when mrs. krabapple gets married!” used to be one of my favorite expressions.