What does this mean?
What is the Bruce Campbell Watch ’98, you ask?
In 1998, midway through my stint as the television editor at Time Out New York, I decided, for no reason whatsoever, to pick one underrated cult actor and trumpet the hell out of him over the course of a few months. The only option? B-movie poobah Bruce Campbell, whose work I’d gotten into entirely due to the maniacal urgings of John Hodgman. And so I scoured programming listings each month to find every Campbell-related appearance, no matter how brief or obscure, and then asked Bruce himself to weigh in on the gimmick. The results of this completely misguided experiment are posted below.
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WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY
I am convinced that the Olive Tapenade Council needs to employ me as its sloganeer. This afternoon, as I reached for two packages of the delicious concotion, Eddie Money’s “Two Tickets to Paradise” came to mind — only with the following lyric: “I’ve got two tubfuls of tapenade/Toast some bread, we eat tonight!” But now I can’t get the bastardized song out of my head. I’m pretty sure I’ve been Bacon’d.