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Please, Gang, Do Better Than Bull Eckert Did
I’m doing my best to try and avoid most of the news cycle of late, especially on days when the leader of the free world is omnipresent enough to the point where he’s literally getting in the way of escapist reality television. Honestly, I can’t stand the man as far I can’t throw him, and
Au Revoir, Numb Nuts Night
It may be April Fool’s Day, but I’m in anything but a laughing mood today. That’s because I received this sobering story via THE WRAP’s Tess Patton yesterday afternoon: Brunico Communications will shutter its U.S. television events business in 2027, including its NATPE conventions as well as its Kidscreen and Reelscreen Summits…The events organizer cited
No One Can Avoid The Whammy
Ever since the early ’80s the over-the-top spectacle that is the game show PRESS YOUR LUCK taped its Whammy-laden episodes in Southern California; all but recently from, as announcer Rod Roddy would intone with his voice cracking like a pubescent fanboy FROM TELEVISION CITY IN HAAAHLLY-WOOD!! Later next month a new prime time season will
Hamhocks And Lox Still Don’t Mix
At one particular stop on my career jitney I spent a disproportionate amount of time and an atypically large chunk of other people’s money on the late and thoroughly forgettable mashup known as FOX Family. I’ve previously mused about how we got stuck with the name despite the lame efforts of many to find a
For Once, Let Me Get Out Ahead Of This One. Some Eyes ARE Color-Blind
It occasionally still freaks me out that for as minor a footprint as I concede that I have I do indeed have a “gold card” fan base. On days when I struggle to find a topic worth musing about, I’m usually prompted by private messages from a couple of the more proactive ones to consider
Trailer And Trash.
If you ever needed proof positive that we live in a world where what matters most is the ability to create something out of nothing one only need look at HARRY POTTER. And no, I’m not referring to the skill sets they teach to him and his classmates at Hogwarts. I’m referring to the fact
No More Kings? I Just Want A Worthy Prince
A particularly aggressive Facebook friend who in my actual dealings with him is generally a decent person once again shifted into activist mode this week when he was compelled to invite everyone and anyone he remotely knew to join him at yet another “No Kings” rally. Tomorrow there will be the third such gathering of
This Is Not Your Father’s Opening Day. Be Grateful.
It’s major league baseball’s opening day, which to me is justification for a national holiday. Technically, the season had already opened last night, when the Yankees steamrolled through the Giants (and my supposed fantasy team ace Logan Webb) 7-0, despite an 0-for-5 performance with FOUR strikeouts from the defending two-time AL MVP Aaron Judge. But
Sora Losers? Only The People That Used It.
My AI skill sets have improved of late, as some of you may have noticed from the occasional graphics that grace these musings. I primarily use Copilot cuz it’s ubiquitously available and, most importantly, free, and I’ve learned how to trick the interface into allowing me to get away with a bit more bitingly satirical