I have this recessive goofball gene, and it wants to come out and play every once in a while, so I’m not ashamed to admit I like Road Runner cartoons and watching stuff blow up and going to events that have little or no redeeming social value. Thus, this year I’m going to something I’ve always wanted to attend: The World Championship Punkin Chunkin in Millsboro, Delaware. In the event, contestants use everything from catapaults to air cannons to launch pumpkins for amazing distances. The joy, of course, is in watching the pumpkin fly through the air and splatter on the ground.

There is no point to this at all, which is exactly the point. You either like this sort of nonsense or you don’t (although alcohol helps to sway the unconvinced), but I am definitely in the former camp.