I Wish the Actors and Writers the Best of Luck... What IF They are On Strike for a Year? Would Anyone Notice? or Care? Here at Home We Watch a Lot of TV and Almost ALL of it is Reruns... Ancient Aliens, Andy Griffith, Beverly Hillbillies, Addams Family, M*A*S*H, Green Acres, Hogan's Heroes, Gilligan's Island, Bones, House, Sons of Anarchy, but NOT Mayans...
And My TV Gets 10,000 Movies... I Just watched ARRIVAL starring Amy Adams, Lifeforce, Meeting the Beatles in India, Blade Runner, Total Recall, Men in Black 1, 2, 3 but not 4... Ghostbusters 1,2 and 3... Everything, Everywhere, All at Once
(a Great Movie That Had Zero Hollywood Actors - Except Jamie Lee Curtis) and Now I'm Enjoying Monty Python's Meaning of Life... With the Song "Every Sperm is Sacred" - You Certainly Can't Write Jokes Like THAT Anymore!
Remember: Current Writers Produced the Movie AVATAR the Way of Water... Basically the Exact Same Movie as AVATAR but Wet... I Hope The Writers Stay on Strike for at Least a Year... Right Now They are Just Rewriting the Same thing Again and Again and Again and Again!
I Hope AI Will be able to Write Better Stories...
The Last time I went to the Movie Theater was for Lord of the Rings... and We went to All Three Movies... SO... If the Hollywood Actors and Writers are Depending on ME to Finance their Lifestyle... they are Out of Luck...
I DID Watch the Steven Colbert Show Last Night and It was a Rerun... The Monologue was Dated (2/1/2023) but Really Funny Anyway... I Guess He's Not Making New Shows Because the Writers are on Strike... BUT SO WHAT???
One Silver Lining to the Actor/Writer Strike is: after a Year of Unemployment they might have some Real Life Adventures to Make Shows About!
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Here's a Whole Buncha Memes to Share on Social Media... Mocking Republicriminals, QuackAnon FREAKS and TrumpNiks®
Those People Need to Wake The F*CK UP!
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and then I Read on FaceBorg:
Summer 1967, Los Gatos, CA, 50 Miles South of San Francisco...
As summer came to an end in 1967 so did the summer job, summer girlfriend, summer innocence and the Summer spirit that one has transitioning from 8th grade to high school. Not knowing what really lies ahead at high school, some kids with siblings would have heard stories, but my brother was 9 years ahead and well, not to interested in what I was doing or thought. End of summer end of going to Santa Cruz on the Greyhound bus for 35 cents and if there was no money at the end of the day, just get in the pick up (hitchhike) line at the Dennys at the Hwy 1 and 17 junction and try not to get into a car with a drunk.
Still walking and biking and getting parents to drive us to and fro, a driver license still a year or so away. If we knew some older kids with a car, who would want to be seen with a “younger Kid” we might get a ride…
All this makes me happy.... in many ways it was a small town. Yup... A Small town…now that has its ups and downs too there were a lot cultures in town, families from here and there, great folk, everyone was family, Lazzano, Malatesta, Yablonski, Craddock, if we did do something stupid we got in trouble right then, and again when we got home..…
Bocce ball courts at the top of Oak Meadow park were full on Saturday morning with the old guys telling stories in some language that we kids were not supposed to understand. Times they were a changing…..a fellow named Max Walden bought the old University Ave Middle School in 1966 and was slowly converting it into a Bohemian Shopping/Craft center. Max would throw lavish parties to woo investors and gain favor with the town folk as the “Hippies” were moving in he need to stay ahead of the rumors. Max Gave me my first job and For 2 summers (66 and 67) I worked cleaning up the construction debris and cleaning up after the parties. All the while seeing the transformation begin and getting to know the new commers. I had found a home! These artist and shop keepers were not the old guard, not the clicks and groups that exclude all but their own, they were friendly, open and loving. The stage was set for the summer of love just 48 miles northeast…SF. In 1968 after a stint working at Poly Prim Bakery after school cleaning the “kitchen”.. I Got a job at the Los Gatos Theater, gladly trading sticky messy aprons and jeans for slacks, shirt and tie. Yup..usher, ticket taker, candy sales and all the popcorn you could eat.
The Theater was an independent, so we never got the block busters but every once in a while an independent would make it big and we were the center of it all, Butch Cassidy, True Grit, Z, at the end of a 6 week run we knew every word and could recite the movies by heart.
Once again I was the youngest of the crew and was welcomed by all the others. This was the big time… working down town for over 3 1/2 years from 5:30 to midnight, and weekends you get to know the all the merchants, barmen, restauranters and of course the local cops and more. The fights, the make ups, the pranks and the odd. The Guys returning from Vietnam were starting to mix back in with the ones who managed to not go and the stories they all had started to make an extended Canada move, seem like a possibility.
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