Balk welcomes the change of season:

The new Woody Allen movie that you are not going to go see because, get real, can you even remember the last time you went to see one, has arrived in the theaters. Fall! The 2010 television season has begun, bringing both funny fat people on the networks and expensive prestige pieces on HBO. Fall! We have already determined this year's Great American Novel and had a tiresome debate over whether or not that construct is still valid in this modern era, and there are still new books coming. Fall! The search for the "song of the summer" is long since over, and now we can turn our attention to albums from serious white guys noodling around on guitars. Fall!

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