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Believe Me, We Can All Be Replaced
There was once a time–and it honestly wasn’t THAT long ago–that I was in a position to give sage advice to creatives who were hell-bent on having their own way data be damned. Some of them trusted me enough to actually seek out my counsel after my superiors would direct them to make changes to
Is It Hate Or Is It Jealousy?
The surest sign that the holiday season is finally over came in the form of of new episodes of REAL TIME WITH BILL MAHER returning to HBO last night. I for one anticipated it greatly because it’s one of the few original TV series of any ilk that still attempts to fill the void on
If The First 99 Years Have Been This Great, I Can’t Wait For Mel Brooks’ Next 99.
I’ve never known a moment of my life without being able to laugh at the works of Mel Brooks. And I dare say, that’s also true for you–or should be the case, if you’ve somehow not allowed yourself the chance to do so yet. Thankfully, through the labor of love that Judd Apatow and HBO
Surprises Right In Line With The Sun Coming Up
It’s pitch black where I am right now, and the only traffic on the road is actually moving–a good deal of it being autonomous vehicles that may or may not be carrying passengers. Those that were occupied were probably en route to the Samuel Goldwyn Theatre in Beverly Hills for a ritual that few here
We’re Forever Searching For Something.
By definition, we’re a species forever seeking something that we either used to have and loved or never haved and craved. That’s especially true when it comes to television, and if you happened to be one of the unfortunate ones who were hoping to see the end of yesterday’s PRICE IS RIGHT showcase only to
U Can Go Home Again. But So Did I.
Just about everything was set up for the homecoming game of all time last time at Hard Rock Stadium in beautiful downtown Miami Gardens. The conquering hero Hurricanes, the #10 and the lowest Power Four seed in the College Football Playoffs, had rolled through a juggernaut of three consecutive high-pressure games in College Station, Texas,
For Me, #2026IsTheNew1968
Happy MLK Day to those who celebrate–if you don’t, you’re probably not someone who’d be inclined to be one of my readers anyway. And no, it’s not about whether you might have racist tendencies or not–most of my loyal readers are anything but averse to a paid day off, or at bare minimum less traffic
It’s Now Apparently OK For Elected Officials To Say It. Thanks A Lot, George Carlin.
I’m still somewhat moral enough where more often than not I can’t quite bring myself to fully spell out the word f-ck, though you certainly won’t catch me refraining from using it. I typically draw the line in public settings, which if you’ve been following anything that’s going on in Minneapolis or Dearborn lately makes
Back In The Cockpit Again?
You may have noticed that a disproportionate number of musings of late have tended to be on the negative side, and you’re not wrong to criticize me for it. But facts are what facts are and when one sees an industry that continues to be defined by audience erosion, fractionalization and corporate contraction it’s hard