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I Just Don’t Get IT. Plenty Do. But Not Necessarily The Ones That Could.
I really, really tried to watch IT: WELCOME TO DERRY in the wake of its premiere last Sunday night. I’ll confess I’m anything but a lover of horror, which especially on a day like today makes me a wet blanket and a half. I fully respect and acknowledge that there are plenty of people who
You Call This All Access? Where’s The Game Show?!?!
It takes quite a bit to stand out in the ever-polarized world of what loosely qualifies as news these days, and that’s all the more true in the non-linear realm. Hence the launch earlier this week of yet another platform hoping to glean a few more pennies a day out of addicts like moi couldn’t
Is It All Oprah’s Fault?
Time was a sure way for anyone to ingratiate themselves into practically anyone’s good graces was to have an association with Oprah Winfrey. Her absolute domination of afternoon television for a quarter-century not only made her a billionaire, but it also allowed her to put her imprenteur on practically anyone or anything she happened to
Lone Wolf? No Longer.
On a day when it was announced that the new blood that has infused Paramount won’t be asking at least 1000 of their employees to continue showing up to work past Halloween we also learned the identities of two of them. We kind of expected CBS EVENING NEWS co-anchor John Dickerson to be on such
You Have Your Dodgers, I’ll Have My Nuggets. And Let’s Keep It Between Us?
Every time I make the mistake of falling down a social media rabbit hole when I’m battling insomnia, depression or financial anxiety–which at this time of the month is practically every waking moment–I inenvitably regret when I respond with anything more than a thumbs-up emoji or the equivalent. What can I tell you–I’m a glutton
Born To Limp?
I happen to be a fan of Bruce Springsteen, though probably nowhere near as much as the hipster bitch that I once shared an “executive” office with when I ran my college newspaper. For our all-night marathon sessions where we’d prepare the weekly edition she’d lug her quadrophronic stereo (yeah, it was THAT long ago)
You May Not Want This. I Want It More Than Ever.
The last time we mused about NOBODY WANTS THIS it had just premiered, somewhat inexplicably on Netflix, at least in my mind, It’s a 20th Television Production, which meant at some point Hulu likely had first dibs. It’s populated by veterans of HBO MAX and Prime Video originals, meaning that those platforms would have been
The Tip Of An Iceberg? Ask The Titanic.
It’s been a busy week for us and our Venn diagram of interests, which often separates sports into a separate bucket. More often than not, that often provides us a welcome distraction from more troubling issues or a celebration of how much sports matters to media these days. Yesterday, neither was the case by a
A Captivating Expo-Se
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site, DoubleOvertime. Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional essays on business and technology. The World Series opens tomorrow night outside the United States for only the second time in history when the Los Angeles Dodgers cross the border to