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To All The Moms I’ve Loved Before. And Even The Ones I Haven’t
For a change–and some might say for the better, I’m speechless. Mother’s Day does this to me. If you’re among the scant few who have been regularly devouring these musings, you already know that. My own mother is gone a couple of weeks short of 35 years, her heart literally suddenly exploding mere hours after
Not Your Father’s FOX. More Like The Fathers’ FOX?
Depending upon what generation you fall into your Pavolvian reaction to what kind of shows you’d associate with FOX is likely to vary. Certainly, if you’re a child of the 90s you’ll immediately pivot to one of the tentpoles of ANIMATION DOMINATION–THE SIMPSONS, FAMILY GUY, AMERICAN DAD et al if you’re male, and the Spelling
Maybe The Problem Isn’t Ratings. It Could Be The Fear Of Commitment.
Whenever I see sobering statistics on how shows what were once seen as saviors turning quickly into afterthoughts and write-offs I pay attention; when you’ve been as empowered and as enriched as I have been to react to such stimuli for as long as I was old habits die hard. The latest example of that
We Loved OUR TED Talks
The world lost yet another legend yesterday when Ted Turner finally succumbed to the Lewy body dementia that had valiantly fought for years. He made it to 87 and change, which is a decent enough lifespan in itself, and he crammed enough vision, swashbuckling, success and philanthropy into it that would have taken mere mortals
If You Don’t Laugh, You Cry.
I’ve always had a symbiotic relationship with comedy both personally and professionally. I shared some of those formative experiences in one of the first musings on this site, which as it turned out was one of the most widely viewed and shared ones I’ve produced before or since. Now that Copilot is part of my
He Was High? He Went Far! Now He’s Gone. 🙁
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site Double Overtime. Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional coverage of business and technology. I’ve probably spent more hours of my life consuming sports than I have working or indulging in any other pasttime. Therefore, I’d contend I’ve developed
Kung Fu Pander?
I’ve now authored more than 1600 of these musings; when you add in what I’ve added on our sports-centric site The Double Overtime the total skyrockets to over 2500. I’m aware that’s more than enough to fill a book; in the opinion of some who have introduced me to the acronym TL;DR that might be
The Spirit Used To Move Me
I really do try to be empathetic to others’ troubles. More days than not that approach falls into the category of misery loves company, if for no other reason that I’ve learned first hand that practically everyone I even remotely know who is actually succeeding these days is thoroughly unwilling to engage in any “downer”
We Know The Game You’re Playing. But You’d Better Work On The End Game.
Let’s get one thing straight upfront: I’m as sick as you are of this whole Jimmy Kimmel and Disney mishagas–maybe more. My algorithms have apparently been trained to immediately show me yet another outraged reaction to something that either he or the farter-in-chief have been saying in their neverending battle of wits, one-sided though it