Looking about elsewhere, I note that Maciej has brought over some coverage from the other side of the pond of our recent sleepless nights, and that Paul F. has combed his files for a bit of self-examination of the ego-boosting variety, something we should applaud in his case. Go Paul!
For my part, I could tell you about the torrential downpour that killed campers in California as viewed from the Pacific Coast Highway between San Diego and Los Angeles at 11:30 at night. Or I could tell you about seeing a certain New Jersey based blogger in the City of Angels, much like a certain Sienfeld episode, except there was no comedy and it wasn’t on TV.
Confidential to the TV producer who did lunch with us:
There is nothing “creepy” about either the Ken Goldstein Project or the neglected musical comedy sensation Kensapoppin’, and I’ll have you know there are other interested parties seeking face time, so… what I’m saying here is if you want an option, now’s the time to act. “Creepy”! Mother Goldstein never mentioned “creepy”! But if you feel like we need to play up the whole stalker angle, well, I can see how that might appeal to a certain demographic base, yadda yadda yadda…
Or I could even tell you about scoring last minute tenth-row seats to see the LA production of The Producers with Jason Alexander and Martin Short, where it became apparent that Mr. Alexander is uniquely qualified to play the lead role in any potential revivals of Kensapoppin’ for stage or screen.
But if I did, I’d ruin my material.