Siddity in the City

Okay, I understand Hollywood writers are only getting a fraction of the profits churned out by the big nasty industry machine, but um, bitches?
Y’all don’t need a damned fundraiser.
You aren’t living hand-to-mouth in a war-torn nation, your children are not starving, your women are not being raped and then blamed for…well. You don’t […]

I mean, I want to see Transformers, but do I want to pay actual money to see it?
And given the alternative to paying money, is it worth it? What, exactly, qualifies as a test drive? Can I sit on it, tool around the parking lot, and then say, “Oh, this was great but suddenly I’m […]

I should be working, but this is vaguely related to my latest freelance gig.
If you don’t already read C+D, start. If only for this guy’s rendition of T-Pain’s “Buy U a Drank.”

Tangential: My Humps (Alanis Morissete version)
I hate you, YouTube.

Which is why I am hearing Justin Timberlake’s “Losing My Way” for the first time.
Um.
If I am not mistaken, this damned song is about the crack rock, or somebody on it. Or maybe meth. Whatever.
Justin. Timberlake.
You’re tryin’ too damn hard, playa. We get it. You have Street Cred. You know people with, like, problems, not […]

Sometimes I think the malarkey members of the media get up to is more interesting than anything they report.
A 40-something male sports reporter at the LA Times is taking a break to have sexual reassignment surgery. The ongoing identity saga I respect, and I sincerely hope that when Mike returns as Chrisitne, he finds the […]