17 thoughts on “Today, in Giant Octopus News: Ursula and Britney, Separated at Birth”

1. One fatal flaw in this theory – Ursula shows a surfeit of intelligence and life in her eyes that is obviously missing from the eyes of that stupid blond hosebag on the right.

2. She’s not blonde anymore. Does that help?

3. well, if she’s a brunette hosebag, that changes things incrementally

4. I’m inexplicably fond of poor, sad Britney. She’s just a dumb ol’ good-time gal whose mom pushed her into the Industry, and she ain’t changed a bit. Still stumbling around in heels, carrying Cletus Jr. in one hand and a vodka on the rocks in the other. Still tryin’ to handle that no-count man o’ hers. Still trying to outrace the paparazzi on the PCH in her Porche.

   Okay, one of these things is not like the others.

5. Okay, I’ll retract the hosebag comment for the weekend

6. I didn’t say she wasn’t a hosebag. Just that she’s a simple-minded hosebag.

7. You mean she covered the song from “The Breakfast Club”?

8. She would, if it weren’t so vocally challenging.

   Am I the only person my age who has never seen The Breakfast Club? Does watching Grosse Point Blank several times make up for it?

9. Actually, yes it does. “Breakfast Club” with a few years on it, shows itself as the horribly trite piece of John Hughes suburbana that it is.

   “Grosse Pointe Blank,” on the other hand, retains George Armitage’s sense of the comi-tragically hip while showing that John Cusack truly did have a career after “Sixteen Candles”

   You also need to find a copy of “Miami Blues,” which carries much the same vibe as GPB. Trust me on this – would a closet revolutionary weekly newspaper editor lie to you?

10. Also, now that I’m falling-down drunk, there’s something I was supposed to do that I can’t quite remember now . . . . .

11. Okay, I remember now!

    Show me I’m a git!

12. I’ll have what you’re having. So what is it? Corn liquor?

13. 18 year old Tamnavulin – as golden clear as sewing machine oil and as peaty as the bog at the threshold at RAF Stornoway . . . .

    If I wanted to go blind, I’d drink rubbing alcohol

14. Holy crap, that editing gig pays pretty well, don’t it?

    Need a blogger? :D

15. Not really – I had a friend who worked for Shell in Scotland. He took pity on me, not to mention owing me for a rare model kit.

16. “Not really” was in reference to my pay grade.

    Get a work visa and I’ll arrange a tragic work accident for my photographer – now HE’S a git.

17. Alas, I sucketh beyond words @ photography. But thanks for the offer.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.