Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Hollywood anymore...
I’m back on the home planet for a brief respite from all that is Hollywood and Lozangeles, and that means calling another Hiatus Week. If you’re new to this blog, or haven’t had a chance to take a stroll through the gallery of greatest hits (cough...), you can do so here. Very few of these posts are particularly timely, which is to say their relevance to a reader curious about the reality of Industry life is not diminished simply because they weren’t written this morning. If you haven’t done so, check it out – you might find something worth your time.
Just don’t forget to scroll down the page, or else it will appear as though that one little click didn’t take you anywhere at all...
But if you've been there and done that (or it just doesn’t float your boat), you can’t go wrong with Tim Goodman, ace TV critic of the San Francisco Chronicle, who is currently in the process of flaying and skinning the shows of the new Fall television season, then nailing their hides to the wall. His latest column deftly skewers three of the CW Network’s shows, and it’s a good one. It caught me by surprise -- I damned near spit a freshly-inhaled mouthful of Red Tail Pale Ale all over my keyboard while reading it.
You can have the same fun right here.
I'll be back in a week or two. Meanwhile, there's a pale blue sky and lots of water to stare at...
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