The Rites Of Winter

I go back to LA in a few days. Every so often I remember that and I get a mental image of myself holding onto the edge of the bed, couch, table, Nutmeg, and so on, while wailing, "Noooooo."

Then I remember I'm old enough to know better. Ha.

I'm amusing myself today by writing a rather snippy reply to a rather snippy essay I read recently. I'm being incredibly crass and juvenile about it, but as the essay calls me and my ilk far worse names (or should I say, pedagogical terms) I don't feel too sophomoric about it.

I'm still waiting to hear about Donut's fortunes. I see that I mentioned a while back that Donut's actual name is "Forbidden Donut" but you may not get the reference: it's from The Simpsons, when Homer trades his soul for a donut. He almost eats the entire donut before he realizes that if he doesn't finish the donut, the Devil can't take his soul. He puts the donut crumbs that remain in the refrigerator and places a sign on them: DO NOT EAT! He comes down for a midnight snack, sees the donut crumbs, and says, "Forbidden Donut." Of course, he immediately scarfs it down, which leads to Homer's Hilarious Hijinks In Hell (the ironic punishment of being force-fed donuts...and Homer eats every last one) and a Devil and Daniel Webster type of trial.

The best part of the episode is when Homer is trying to decide whether to eat the Forbidden Donut or not. He gets a devil Homer on one shoulder and an angel Homer on the other, and they advise him. Next thing we see is a vision of the devil Homer dancing around a grave marked GOOD HOMER, shaking maracas and singing

I am evil Homer! I am evil Ho-mer! I am evil Homer!

It doesn't take much to get Darin and me to start singing this, so if you want to hear what it sounds like, just ask one of us.