There’s just one place to go for all your spatula needs.
So here I am – bread, cheese, butter, knife, frying pan – but no spatula. Clearly, this calls for drastic measures.
Or a simple trip to the store. I’d mentioned needing to pick up a spatula to a friend of mine, and of course, the Spatula City jokes commenced. If you don’t get it, then you’ve never seen Weird Al‘s movie, UHF. A gem to Weird Al fans, an blight on American cinema to those who hate it. I happen to love it.
One of the gags in the movie is a commercial for Spatula City, a warehouse-sized store that sells just one thing – spatulas. The commercial’s got this awesomely cheesy upbeat music, an overly loud announcer and intentionally bad acting. We tossed a few lines back and forth (I won’t repeat them here, you can find the lyrics online yourself, or better yet – go rent the movie or buy the soundtrack. They’re both worth your cash.) and he made a comment about not being able to order a spatula online direct from Spatula City. On a lark, I typed in www.spatulacity.com. What did I get for my troubles?
Some fucking sqautter’s page.
Now, I can understand if you’re a big Al fan and want to make a silly tribute site. That’s cool. These guys did just that. You can even send virtual spatulas to all your friends on their page! Way to go guys!
But not Mr. Squatter. Oh no, he’s got to tie up the name and probably try and sell it to somebody who’d do something useful with it.
Wanker.
I’m not really going anywhere with this, that’s why it’s in the rants section. I’m just irked. But I do have a new spatula. Wanna see it?
So….who wants grilled cheese?
^.^