I’m thankful for eagle-eyed people like Abby who spot the pop culture monstrosities that I overlook.

She wrote:  “Starbucks sponsors the Independent Film Awards. Allow me to pick out the two keywords in that sentence in order to make the ten-thousand-spoons-when-what-you-really-need-is-a-fork deliciousness crystal clear. Starbucks. Independent. Yeah, that’s what I thought they said.”

You’d think I’d be satisfied with that brilliant slam on Alanis Morrisette; but no, I can’t put the item out of my mind.  It’s clear that I won’t be able to exorcise this demon until I make a dumb joke about it.  So here goes:

“I’m sure we’re all looking forward to the My Big Fat Non-Fat Cinnamon Latte Award.”

Hey.  I really do feel better.  Now I can go outside and play.