Wednesday at the Kwik-E-Mart

by: bamf July 06 2007

Spoiler!! Springfield is in California...at least through July. You don’t believe? Well friend, step inside and be converted!

Bamf here rematerializing from the void..

There is a certain absolution to being able to see an object or a place that you have only before witnessed on Television or in the theater. When I went to see the Black Peale from Pirates of the Caribbean I was as giddy as a 4 year old with new Spiderman underpants--and I don’t even care for that series much. But to see those black sails lap against the gentle wind outside of a box on the screen was truly something to behold. On the other end, when in Las Vegas I went to the Hilton Hotels Star Trek Experience. That was worth every penny spent, and man did I get loaded on booze at Quarks bar even before the morning became the afternoon.

The Drink: Warp Core Breach. The menu says 4 to 6 people. The only ones who drank it are the ones shown, Im on the left.

While inebriated, I was still able to keep my bladder under control, never once releasing golden drips of glee when I saw Kirks horrid uniform from Star Trek: The Motion Picture. However, when I stepped onto the bridge of the Enterprise and saw the glow of mahogany interlaced with the user control panels, the huge view screen and kick ass captains chair; I nearly became incontinent and really wouldn’t have cared if I had.

This leads us from the past, to the future, to the present--in a place we could never visit even with Quantum Physics on our side. The world of the Simpsons.

In Burbank California there is a Seven-11 store that has redressed itself into a fully functioning Kwik-E-Mart from Springfield. I arrived just after screening Herzog’s Rescue Dawn and was surprised that there was a line to wait in before you could step inside. So I stepped into the queue and asked they guy in front of me if they had run off any Shelbyville folks, he chuckled and later I swear I heard the joke echoed a couple times around the store. Here is my report in pictures, taken one Wenesday afternoon when all the Pink donuts with sprinkles were gone, and somewhere in the distance I could hear Bleeding Gums Murphy wail on the Sax-o-mophone with no Frosted Krusty-O’s to be found.

You are just off the Mono-rail...here we go