...and Sometimes, The Horns Get YOU.

In a somewhat ironic twist given my last entry's Breakfast Club reference, I discovered today that long-time character actor Paul Gleason died of a rare form of lung cancer Saturday. You may remember Gleason as Principal Vernon from said movie.


By all accounts, Gleason was a Salt of the Earth kinda guy, which makes the asshole characters he always played even more memorable in retrospect. When your other most famous role ends with people cheering and laughing as you're anally raped by a gorilla, you know you've done a great job creating that prick bastard people love to see get fucked over at the end of the movie.

So if you want the Final Summation of the "real" Paul Gleason, read the obit. Me, I'd rather remember him as Vernon, the man who emblazoned on my impressionable high school nerd memory banks the fact that when one messes with the bull, one may indeed receive the horns. And yes, I did live in perpetual fear that the next time my own high school principal came into the room, he too would be cracking skulls. Cracking skulls, indeed, my friends, cracking skulls.


Vernon: Questions?
Bender: Yeah, I've got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
Vernon: I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr.Bender, next Saturday. Dont mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns.
Bender: That man is a brownie-hound.