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When Life Imitates Art, It Can Be Heartbreaking
It is said that death comes in threes, and, sadly, for me once again that was true. But I could have never have predicted this particular trifecta. Yesterday started for me in the wee hours catching up on one of the few broadcast network sitcoms I still try and watch with some regularity, YOUNG SHELDON.
You Wanna Buy A Duck?
You’re forgiven if you’ve never heard of Joe Penner. After all, he never lived to see World War II, and the few surviving examples of his work are pretty much limited to grainy old time radio recordings and some animated caricatures in Disney and Warner Brothers cartoons of the 1930s. But trust me, at one
Is The Enemy Of My Enemy Really My Friend?
You almost have to feel a little sorry for our friends Yosemite Zas and Bob AIger. Sure, they’re defying the demographic curves by being white men over 60 that are employed, and they’ve got loving families supporting them as a result. For those reasons alone, despite how sometimes I am a tad harsh on them
It Used To Be E! Now, Barely An F.
I really don’t like to spend my time lamenting about how things used to be. Plenty of folks in my demographic bracket tend to go that route, and while I’m as much of a fan of nostalgia as anyone, I usually get far more excited about something I haven’t seen before. There’s nothing any of
Nothing To See Here?
It wasn’t a particularly great weekend to be part of the movie business. Especially if you were part of the Universal team that had to deal with the kind of Debbie Downer news that proliferated in the wake of yet another box office disappointment. As VARIETY’s Rebecca Rubin mournfully reported on Sunday: “The Fall Guy,”
Roast Tom. No Turkey.
I like live TV. Be it sports, news or comedy, I like the possibility of seeing something occur in real time, unvarnished, unexpected that will give me a momentary advantage on most of the world for being aware of something at least buzzworthy, if not historic. So I’m still one of the Luddites that at
All of You. Get Off Of THEIR Lawns.
I missed the Vietnam War era on my college campus by a few years. I didn’t have anyone like Hanoi Jane nor Abbie Hoffman. But I did have Mike and Hugo. Mike and Hugo were the closest things to activists on my frigid campus. Mike also happened to have been elected student body president the
Hey, Mr. Crabtree-Ireland. You Really DO Need Our Help Now.
MEMO TO: DUNCAN CRABTREE-IRELAND, NATIONAL EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR & CHIEF NEGOTIATOR, SAG-AFTRA FROM: STEVE LEBLANG, MEDIA CONSULTANT RE: NIELSEN STREAMING VIEWING DATA: NEXT STEPS Dear Mr. Crabtree-Ireland: This is to offer you and your membership my sincere congratulations for reaching an agreement with Nielsen to provide third-party streaming content measurement information. For the first time since
This Time For Jerry Seinfeld, It’s The Movie That’s Nothing
I have to admit I have a special place in my heart for Jerry Seinfeld. He is a Jewish boy from Long Island made good–REALLY good, in fact. I happen to know a few of the numbers better than most as I spent a decent number of years working on projects that helped him pad