The photos coming in from Iran with the country erupting over the likely theft of the presidential election are just horrifying.
What concerns me is that President Ahambreakingbad might simply decide to dispose of Mousavi and be done with it. On the other hand, how potent would Mousavi as a martyr be? In jailing or assassinating his rival, he might wind up screwing himself.
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Keeping the timeline unsullied sucks, thought the man who claimed the
title of Doctor. What was supposed to be a romp through the centuries
with his assistant, Captain Jacque Harness, had turned into actual
work, what with having to put Dan Quayle back into his proper place in
the timestream and wiping his memories, as well as replacing the
deceased Dukakis with a laminated cardboard cut out. Now, even his
oldest enemies were somehow drawn to this era. But why?
“There’s a great force gathering in this era, a cosmic anomaly that
warps time and space willy-nilly. And there is a group of people,
well, rather strange people but still people nonetheless at the heart
of this temporal breakdown.” said Doctor Smith to Harness. “I think I
shall have to meet them.”
I am so desperately going to miss “Pushing Daisies.”
I still remember sitting at dinner with Len Wein during the San Diego con a couple years ago and he was describing this new series he’d just seen the pilot for. He couldn’t be effusive enough about it. He talked about how it was brilliant and funny and quirky and smart. And it all sounded terrific, and I said so and I meant it, but all I could think was, “No way it lasts.”
This has been a brutal season for shows I was enjoying. “Sarah Conner” got terminated. “Eli Stone” was pulverized. “Reaper” was condemned. “Chuck” barely survived, but God knows what the budget cuts are going to do to it. But somehow the worst was the plucking of “Pushing Daisies.” From Jim Dale’s narrative (I’ve started using “the facts were these” in daily speech) to the whimsical scripts (television has little tolerance for whimsy in the one-hour form) to the brilliant balance of the stellar cast, there was virtually nothing like it on the air. And now there is literally nothing like it on the air.
And I can’t even enjoy Kristen Chenowith in “Legally Mad” since NBC passed on it. I wonder if it was whimsical?
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“So what are the three tasks I must complete?” Woeisme asked in a trembling voice. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to happen. Her mother had won over her father by smelling florally and then brooding over her inherent unworthiness for three straight books. Actually doing something in a non-passive, pro-active style really wasn’t in Woeisme’s blood çûm venom.
But for Fig, she would do anything. As long as it wasn’t too hard or involving active effort.
Continue Reading “POTATO MOON, Part 56: “The First Task” by Pamela R. Bodziock”
Hollywood film producer Marty Cowen slapped Bela’s script onto his desk like a dead fish onto a newspaper. He breathed a tired sigh and massaged his eyeballs with his thumb and forefinger, in a futile bid to exorcise his stupidity-inspired migraine.
“Let me get this straight,” he said to the borderline-illiterate emo-Goth sitting on the other side of his desk. “You’re just giving up on the whole ‘One Onion Ring’ story arc? Now? And veering off on some kind of lame, YA-romance subplot when you oughtta be setting up your act-three resolution?”
Bela shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the way she might on a hot summer day when her underwear got all scrunched up. “I’m just writing it the way it happened,” she protested.
Continue Reading “POTATO MOON, Part 55: “The Pitch Meeting” by The Other David Mack”
Since pacing had never before been high on the list of concerns held
by the various creators of Woeisme and Fig’s universe, it wasn’t much
of a surprise to either of them to discover that they were able to
spend a quiet, uninterrupted evening in a small local restaurant
getting to know each other better. Such scenes were, Woeisme had been
led to understand, her family’s chosen method of seduction for many
generations.
Well, one generation, but her father was old enough that it probably
counted as a plural anyway.
Continue Reading “POTATO MOON, Part 54: “Family Matters” by Mary Borsellino”
So what’d you get this week?
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