We skip the part where Beth goes home and spills her guts to Gil about Big Momma and cut straight to where Gil confronts Big Momma about it. Little strange that it’s happening at the bridal wear shop instead of a formal wear shop; at least in my experience I’ve never seen the two combined. On top of that, either Gil is on a massive pedestal or the tailor at Deborah’s Bridal must be Lilliputian.
Big Momma’s explanation turned insult is just so much bullshit and Gil knows it. Her little emphasis on affair lets Gil know what she thinks of the whole relationship. Be cool if he follows through with his threat ’cause the less we see of this retconned Big Momma the better.
Finally the old ghoul fiddles with Gil’s, uh, bolo tie? and suddenly he takes on a drastically different appearance – one we’ve only seen before in dream sequences. Yes, it’s the return of Count Thorpula! Maybe he can suck the life out of Big Momma, not unlike how the life has been sucked out of his namesake comic strip.
meta: I half joked about watching ’70s-80s-90s Atlanta Braves baseball when mentioning the passing of Ted Turner and Bobby Cox. I neglected to do it again when Bob Horner recently passed. I spent many an idle afternoon and evening at the Launching Pad watching Horner hit bombs and watching a fanbase grow more sophisticated as they got better at discerning when a ball had the trajectory to clear the fence instead of being just a loud out. Thanks for the memories and rest in peace, Bob.
There’s another passing that’s hit even harder. I spent this past Christmas in Quebec and was hoping to catch a Habs game at the Bell Centre as it’s been a bucket list thing for me, at least since the Forum closed. Missed them by one day as they went on a road trip ’til the end of the year. The whole pregame ceremony where a former player enters the arena carrying le flambeau is just inspiring and really revs up the home crowd. This past Monday, it was Claude Lemieux who got the nod. Not always a beloved player but a respected one and the kind you hated on other teams but loved on yours. He played for several teams and won the Cup with more than one, but it was in Montreal where he got his start. Hearing the news that he took his own life three days later was beyond shocking. Yet another reminder to check in on people; you never know what’s going on in their minds. (edit: It’s been reported that Lemieux’s brain is being donated by his family for CTE research. That his mental state may have been influenced by CTE makes his loss no less shocking and the need for intervention no less critical.)
That’s it from me until June 13. Rob and tdrew will have each other’s backs and help each other out, so play nice with ’em while I’m away. teenchy out.
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