No really, I don't care

My husband insists on not once, but twice, boring me to death with some fabricated story on a random website about how all members of The Beatles are alive and well in a different dimension. His eyes are the size of saucers and then goes on to insist that this random fellow who claims to have traveled to this dimension has also brought back with him a tape (that's right, not a CD, but a tape) of never before heard Beatles songs. Once the tape is burned and in my hands, he goes into the details of the story yet again....and somewhere between his enthusiasm and my boredom, I realize it is fall (enter mass amounts of rain and thunder).