Gosh, I totally got sidetracked on my last entry. There was more I wanted to say about Crazy Heart but that darn Waylon Jennings distracted me! As much as I enjoyed Crazy Heart, I had a hard time believing that Maggie Gylenhaal’s character would fall for “Bad” Otis Blake. Mainly because prior to meeting her, we watch him puke twice. And he’s clearly drunk the times they meet and when he leaned over and kissed her, I couldn’t believe she didn’t reel from the taste of cigarettes and scotch! I’m afraid the taste of hobo doesn’t typically lead to love. At least not for me. Now, I will admit once, many years ago, at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, I was sitting at a bar and an old man who looked EXACTLY like Kris Kristofferson grabbed me and forced a wet sloppy kiss on me. I think it was forced. I hope it was forced. It wasn’t pleasant. Perhaps I would have found it more tolerable if he was Kris Kristofferson but I doubt it. Only in movies does a 25-year-age difference and alcoholism lead to love.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
Have you ever tasted Hobo? As my mom used to (quite logically) point out; how do you know you don’t like it if you have not tried it?
Maybe you should try my recipe for sorority sister:
two parts cheap perfume to one part altoids, shaken lightly with heaved up Jagermeister, topped off with a Marlboro light and a dusting of cocaine. A sure fire concoction for love…about 6 hours worth.
Mayberry sure has changed a lot since Aunt Bea and Andy Taylor lived there, hasn’t it Gomer? Is it true that Opie is running a meth lab in his basement and that Deputy Fife was busted for child porn?
The surefire aphrodisiac is a combination of money, power, and fame. Looks are optional equipment. Go get yourself a heapin’ helpin’ of that, and you’ll be in hog heaven.
I have tasted hobo… or at least what I assume hobo tastes like.. and it ain’t pretty.
Money, Power, Fame? Sign me up!
B careful B Davis! We’re dealing with a woman so innoculated against modern culture that Jay-Z has remained unknown to her.
Disparaging rumors about Mayberry may well provide a culture shock akin to an Amazon tribe learning that modern aircraft are not gods. Observers must never influence the observed.
Gomer says hey?
I love that oxymoron “modern culture”. It permeates our society like air pollution. There’s really no way to become innoculated against the “culture” since it boom-boom-booms from the car speakers of the 20 year old Obama supporter sitting next to you in traffic and it drifts over supermarket speakers and into most bars and restaurants in America. You practically need to wear a Haz-Mat suit to avoid contamination.
I love Mayberry. Or what used to be Mayberry. Don’t taze me, bro.
I’m developing an affinity for out-of-touch portions of society. The Amish are looking better to me all the time.