Sunday, December 21, 2008

Not So Original

OK - So I must have seen this somewhere (I'm not naming names or households!) - even down to the Ernest Borgnine reference. Guess it got lodged in my long-term memory and popped out as a blog post. BTW - it was on earlier today but no worries ... it will be rebroadcast at Noon on Christmas day.

10 comments:

Unknown said...

weirrrd

Laura said...

Well, I must say that your version has that certain Craig Bob twist, you know?

JBlog said...

I've referred to matter to Hallmark Television's Legal Division -- you'll be hearing from them shortly.

Merry Christmas.

Craig Bob said...

The main difference between my version and theirs is the presence of irony. This is why I never watch the Hallmark Channel or the Evening News (although, I do enjoy Brian Williams' appearances on The Daily Show). Bonus Opinion: the presence of irony or lack thereof also explains the generation gap.

Craig Bob said...

I'll only take the call if they're represented by Nathan Thurm.

JBlog said...

Funny, I would have thought you would want to be represented by Nathan Thurm.

"Is that what they say, or is that what you say? If that's what they say, I have no comment. If that's what you say, then I have no comment."

(If she's still paying attention to this silliness, you're probably going to have to explain to Savannah who Nathan Thurm is)

Unknown said...

how did you know? as i was reading these comments i was wishing that i was up to speed on all the political jargon and whatnot. THAT must be the generation gap.

JBlog said...

Back in the olden days, when your Dad was a spry young fellow, Nathan Thurm was a character on Saturday Night Live played by actor Martin Short.

Thurm was always portrayed as an oily, evasive lawyer for some dubious company accused of making unsafe, unreliable or otherwise disreputable products.

It was all quite amusing back in the days before iPods and Twitter feeds.

Unknown said...

what do you mean BEFORE ipods???

JBlog said...

Oh, sweety, lemme tell ya -- your father was quite the fellow back before iPods. A real swingin' hep cat -- I think that's how you kids would say it.

Driving down the highway in his light blue '76 Ford Pinto, a Lynyrd Skynyrd tape jammed in the eight-track player, playing at full tilt.