Tonight when I was watching Jack Bauer’s latest attempt to save the world (hey, he did defuse a nuclear bomb tonight with a little help from Chloe WHILE talking with a CTU squad leader), I was somewhat patiently sitting through the commercial breaks (ok, fidgeting thru the breaks) when I heard the opening chords to ‘Blister in the Sun’, the anthemic Violent Femmes tune, and I’m thinking, cool, the Femmes are coming to town and then I look up and much to my total disgust, it’s a Wendys commercial and I’m thinking…are things really that bad for Gordon Gano?? The only blister I can think of vis’ a vis’ Wendy’s is the one caused by the moronic ‘cook’ who didn’t feel like cooking my spicy chicken sandwich.
What’s next. Nirvana shilling for acne cream? Replacements for used cars…..arrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhh.