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Sorry. Mikey. Anyone Who Ever Worked With Scripted TV Knows This Election Wasn’t Rigged.
I can’t help but literally laugh in the faces–or at least the Facebook profiles–of the ridiculous amount of people who are besides themselves with anger and fury that Spencer Pratt’s political career has come to a wholly unexpected crashing halt. Having our s(h)itting president rant to the point where his usual orange tan clearly had
You’d Better Give A Sh-t About This!
No, I’m not on Evan Shapiro’s payroll–though at the rate he’s going, I’d sure like to be. I do acknowledge that I tend to get inspired for musings more often from what he posts than many others in his wheelhouse–if for no other reason he tends to drop his efforts in the wee hours of
Looks Like Thanksgiving Came Early This Year
I recently reconnected with a high school friend who for a myriad of reasons I still can’t quite grasp insists on communicating by e-mail. Picking up a phone, whether it’s because of insufficient charging capability or being within earshot of someone he’d rather not hear his conversations, seems to be beyond his current capacity (no
What’s REALLY Scary? Some Critics Still Think They Matter.
Yesterday was a particularly good reminder why the word assume is arguably the most dangerous word in the English language. If I were to believe what I was reading about this weekend’s two theatrical restoration projects–the first attempt to make the MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE a pop-culture phenomenon since the waning days of its mercurial
He’s Still GOT It. And So Do They.
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site The Double Overtime. Please visit regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional stories on business and technology. I’ve watched a LOT of television over my MANY tours around the sun. Genre-wise, I suspect it defaults to game shows, though I’ll remind anyone
There’s More Than Loose Change In Some Dirty Laundry
In the parlance of media calendars, this is the calm after the storm. May was a flurry of glitzy presentations and parties (well, save for the killjoys at Paramount) that were seen as necessary expenses to chase accolades, advocates and advertisers. June is when the parties retreat to their corners, ostensibly run numbers, scenarios and
It’s The Battle Of The Quos: Status Vs. Quid Pro
It takes a lot to leave me speechless. But yesterday in the midst of a spirited conversation about potential employment–an opportunity that I sadly don’t actually get much of these days–I was asked “What is your favorite Excel formula”? Seriously. I sputtered to give something that resembled an honest answer, because I’ve never spent a
As Guilty–And Needed–A Pleasure As Any
I cast my votes for today’s primary election yesterday afternoon with perhaps a greater sense of resignation than I typically have–that alone is a statement. But at least I did fill out a ballot and got a few hundred more steps out of the process than I typically do, so all wasn’t lost. More than