So someone just commented to me on my rant against Morgan Spurlock. They didn't like ... the name.
"Morgan Spurlock Must Die!"
It's kind of a joke, as I don't really want him dead. Although I'd really like it if he wasn't famous, or perhaps even if he shaved his 'stache. But not dead.
No, call the title a homage to that movie that was all over the place this summer that nobody saw. No, not "Mission Impossible 3". "John Tucker Must Die". It was for high school kids. I saw a trailer for it in front of Pirates and felt really old. Nobody I know saw it.
Funny story - I used to know a guy named John Tucker at Disney. He and his wife were the nicest people ever. But everyone called him "Tucker". Which wasn't a problem in itself, really, I call lots of friends by their last names.
The problem was his best friend, who also worked at Disney, had a dog named ... Tucker.
And I didn't know this right off.
While there were the warning signs, I wasn't catching them.
"Tucker has a doctor's appointment today ..."
Okay.
"I took Tucker to the park to play last night ..."
Well, he is energetic - for a fifty-something year old.
"Damn Tucker ate another pillow yesterday!"
Wait, what?!
I think I was so embarassed that I didn't even mention this to anyone. Ever. Until now.
Another funny story? Mrs. Tucker, you know, Tucker's wife, was named Maryanne. And their other best friend had a cat named Ginger.
If this were a TV show like Arrested Development, Maryanne would have gotten lost taking Ginger to the vet, which was only supposed to take three hours. Oddly enough they'd also have a professor and a millionaire in the car with them at the time ...
