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Return With Us To The Thrilling Days Of Yesteryear…
I’m not and never have been a parent, but I’ve learned enough from a generation of students, relatives and eye-rolling colleagues that dredging up what I might perceive to be the good old days isn’t always the best ice-breaker. To them, it’s the stone age, and hopelessly irrelevant. At least, that’s what they say when
“Stubborn Old B—-s” Strike Again
When you’re in the middle of a pandemic and going through tremendous life changes at the same time you’re more vulnerable to making mistakes with who you might connect with as a lifeline. I made the mistake of connecting with someone who it turned out had a lot of points of view even more disturbing
These Sharks Still Bite
2023 has unquestionably been a year of losses for my most recent full-time employer, Sony Pictures TV. They bid goodbye to two veteran scripted series, THE GOLDBERGS and THE BLACKLIST, the last link to the three-headed presidency that I had the honor of working for, and plenty of my respected one-time colleagues that somehow seemed
You Can Dance If You Want To. Just Watch What You’re Stepping Into.
I was all set to offer up a few musings on the circus of name-calling, posturing, futile public castigations and pleas for America’s votes that took place on the WEAKEST LINK-type set that was set up in the shadow of Ronald Reagan’s jet and legacy last night in Simi Valley. Once they all but ignored
By Popular(?) Demand
With the WGA strike that fell mere days short of an all-time record now thankfully in the rearview mirror, with a 150-minute season premiere of DANCING WITH THE STARS mercifully going off on time without disruption, with Bill Maher already announcing that he will be back in his studio Friday night with an original episode
Aren’t We Better Than Traylor Park Trash?
Look, I freely admit I am hardly in the demographic wheelhouse to be a Swiftie. I don’t have children who are, either, and, honestly, if I passed Taylor Swift in a hallway, I wouldn’t know who she was save for what I am certain would be paparazzi and swooning fans that would accompany her every
Easy? Fast? Surely You Jest.
I write this with the disclaimer that, frankly, I’m hurting. I’m at a loss for words, and my doctors simply aren’t the immediately responsive types, but migraines are really starting to impact me, and the fact that it’s Yom Kippur isn’t helping. Sorry to say for all of you medical experts that it is most
Portnoy’s Complaint Could Be The Murdochs’ Solution
I was going to devote today’s musing to the fact that despite my strong belief, based in large part on my own direct experience—yes, mostly positive—with Rupert Murdoch, that although he has released a statement that insists he is technically passing the stewardship of his companies to number one son Lachlan, there is little question
Too Many Cooks?
A writer once stopped by my old apartment to work on a script with my roommate, who was ostensibly collaborating with him on a “passion project”. While they were brainstorming, the writer took over the kitchen to prepare dinner for them, which included his “special sauce”, which he casually explained was “like the kind usually