Apparently those of us viewing it at my house have souls made of sterner stuff. Maybe it just seems enjoyable compared to Seth McFarlane's triple parade of misogyny, but I get more laughs per 22 minutes out of the Simpsons current season than most of what's on television.

Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile, While you've a Lucifer to light your fag, Smile, boys, that's the style. What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.

Tarantino has a real talent for plagiarizing, sorry, homaging other peoples' work from the seventies, so I'm sure that it would be full of win.

Between that, discounts on Atlantic and Elektra vinyl, and the corporate game room, I wouldn't have quit back in '82.