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When You “Care” Enough To Say The Very Least
A good friend of mine once tried to calm me down when I was enduring one of a seemingly endless barrage of gaslighting texts, e-mails and phone calls from someone who was displeased with me. I was panic-stricken that this person was going to cut off contact, which my friend dismissed summarily. Her counsel: ”

Gents, Maybe It’s Time To Shut The Puck Up?
I’m sleepless yet again, and it’s not just because it’s been more than a bit humid of late and, at least how I live these days, the cost of incremental air conditioning is beyond my pay grade. Apparently that’s less of an issue for a couple of snarky journos who have decided for the second

(Non)-Rappers’ Lament
I’ve really been in a bad place lately, and, honestly, even the most caring of you who remain might be exhausted by now with any expressions of it. Suffice to say that the more I seem to want to make progress, the more life throws me additional unforeseen expenses, curve balls and obsracles that get

Yes, The Workers May Deserve Better. But The Madam Doesn’t.
So another toxic work environment story is in the news, and wouldn’t you know it, it just happens to involve still another show with a connection to the NBCU family, After what just went down on the set of DAYS OF OUR LIVES, which resulted late Friday in the deserved dismissal of producer Albert Alarr,

His Master’s Avatar?
THE RINGER provides me with countless hours of audio entertainment and information. so much so that I often forget its roots are in good old-fashioned writing; as its leader and founder Bill Simmons is prone to say, “ya know, my fingers used to work”. These days, he has some pretty good colleagues doing that, two

If You Think Someone’s Shooting Blanks, Maybe You Should Look For A Smoking Gunnar?
I’m accused of being a little over the top when it comes to attempting to assess how well (or poorly) Warner Brothers Discovery CEO is faring at being a Hollywood mogul after many decades of East Coast-based work in a much lesser limelight, and perhaps that’s justified. After all, he’s doing way better than me

Survival Of The Fittest?
My best friend’s grandmother is celebrating a milestone birthday today. OK, I don’t think she’d mind if I share with you that today she’s turning 90 —though I defy you to demonstrate how exactly she looks it. From what I know, she owes her good fortune to pretty good genes, the support of family and

The Sun Still Rises Over Stage 18. And, Perhaps, Over Me.
BIG BROTHER’s silver anniversary season kicks off tonight, which I suppose I should be at least a little excited about. Not a lot of anything is premiering these days on broadcast television, or anytime soon, for that matter, that will be immediately capable of getting somewhere close to one percent of adults 18-49 with a

Asleep At The Wheel Again?
Yep. My Great White Whale is at it again, and the fact that a headline in yesterday’s THE WRAP was devoted to it in a manner that gave it any air whatsoever ticks me off bigly. Regular readers know I’m relentless against Parrot Analytics, and I won’t burden you with any regurgitating as to why.