“Time for some traffic problems in Fart Lee” reminds me of the “shot heard round the world”.… Read More »
Uganda Be Kidding Me is more than just the title of Chelsea Handler’s new book. The law of the land in Uganda makes homosexuality a crime, punishable by life in prison. And that is the good news. The original bill was for gays to be put to death. Then you wonder why there is no Uganda Fashion Week. One can only imagine how hideous the interiors are in that country. Imagine a land with man caves as living rooms, complete with bulky leather couches and over-sized recliners with holders for beer cans. Naturally this is no laughing matter, but what… Read More »
Kiss my ass goodbye.
The sweetness and the sorry.
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla….
What I did for Lent, what I did for lent.… Read More »
Our Mothers, Our Fathers is a mini-series in Germany that The New York Times asserts is trying to “airbrush” a particular time in history, that lovely era when the Nazis were in full bloom. When you think about Nazi regalia, thigh-high leather boots, jodhpurs and cropped jackets adorned with heavy metal pins and colorful emblems that today we would coo if that same ensemble came waltzing down a fashion runway in Paris as opposed to storming into your home. No one was safe back then in Europe, unless of course you were blond and organized. What we now call OCD… Read More »
There is a saying in Hollywood that if you have a great script and throw it out of your car window onto the 405 Freeway, that it will still end up getting made. That from the head of Paramount Studios who would know, since she used to have the 405 scoured for great scripts by her lackies, I mean her executives. One cannot properly exist in Los Angeles without being able to say, “I am writing a screenplay”. It is practically illegal not to at least be able to say that you and a friend are “collaborating on a project”,… Read More »