Another Saturday night at home alone (nobody’s fault but mine) had me feeling blue. So I thought it’d be fun to see what was on all those unlabeled VHS tapes I have. The very first program on the very first tape was my favorite Simpsons episode -- The Last Exit to Springfield. It’s the one where the power plant union (Local 643 of the International Brotherhood of Jazz Dancers, Pastry Chefs, and Nuclear Technicians) goes on strike. They haven’t made them any better than that. After 30 minutes of laughing, I feel much, much better.

Or maybe it was from the martinis I mixed up.