The volunteers running the photo booth at the Glass Barn wouldn’t let us design our own border or write our own captions. Otherwise this would’ve been our poster advertising the Syfy Original Movie Killdozer Origins: the Prequeling.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
It’s that time again! The Indiana State Fair is an annual celebration of Hoosier pride, farming, food, and 4-H, with amusement park rides and big-ticket concerts by musicians that other people love. My wife and I attend each year as a date-day to seek new forms of creativity and imagination within a local context.
And now, the conclusion to our frivolous saga. Because sometimes you need a random photo gallery as a change of pace from repetition and drudgery. Also, miniseries closure.
This soybean-wielding pig is a leftover statue from a previous year, when the fair’s food theme was Year of the Soybean. Yes, really. It wasn’t their best year, but at least it had a food theme, unlike this year. Soy Pig is in charge of guarding the Swine Barn, which we didn’t enter because we weren’t in the mood for that overwhelming animal musk. We could smell it strongly enough from this vantage point.
In an attempt at modernization, the Indiana State Fair had several cardboard standees positioned around the fairground as “Selfie Stations”. See a celeb, take your own pic with them, impress your friends who can’t tell cardboard from flesh or color from not-color! Notice my wife rebelling here by having me take the pic, thus violating the sacred selfie covenant.
Exposition Hall is the place for small businesses to fail to sell you their products or services, but some of them are interesting to walk past, such as these bright mobiles that would enliven any party but keep us up at night. I also took a pic of some grandfather clocks, but I’m not posting it because it’s one of those random pics like to I save for future use. That happens to me pretty often. In fact, if you see a future MCC entry that leads off with a photo of grandfather clocks, you can think to yourself, “Hey, I remember when he talked about that! That was like foreshadowing!” And you’ll be so many streets ahead of all the casual MCC passersby.
Another selfie station, another chance for me to play the accomplice. This is kind of a dream-team moment for my wife. If they were a comic book super-team, I’d buy at least the first few issues.
Forget the Selfie Stations. Forget the Indiana State Fair app with its bugs and its lack of real-time updates and the fact that the fairgrounds don’t offer courtesy free Wi-Fi. Tractors with Skynet tank treads are what it’s really all about.
Line for the hockey dude Selfie Station forms to his right. Right this way, kids. Here’s your ticket to Instagram victory and Pinterest preeminence! Anyone? Anyone? Hello? Is this cardboard still standing?
The End. See you next year!
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Other chapters in this slow-burn MCC miniseries:
Part One: The Year in Food
Part Two: Normal-Gator vs. Manasaurus
Part Three: The Great Local-Celeb Milking Contest
Part Four: Geek Handicraft