Poor Farrah, Moonwalked On Again

A prime example of how unfair life can be went down today….

There are (usually) 365 days in a year, how likely is it that someone deserving of note could end up ending up her life on the one day that someone else even more famous opts to kick the bucket?

Farrah Fawcett died of cancer after a long and painful illness, with all the personal private details blabbed on the cover of the dirt bag press for all to see.

And then to add insult to injury, on the very same day Michael Jackson happens to have his heart blow out and thereby grab all the press coverage available everywhere in the world.

Now comes the silent moment as we must decide if the recent demise of Ed McMahon (he’s been blowing dust farts for several days now) is recent enough to qualify as the third in the surely scientifically proven elsewhere observance that three celebrities must check out at a time rule.

With only a few exceptions (Mark David Chapman comes to mind), fans don’t get to choose who hits the dirt for a nap, but if we did I suppose that some of my previous mentioned choices* would be gone, but I’m watching my Karma these days so I won’t name any names in this category. 

No really, they’re all fine, charming, friendly people that I’ve worked with and lived to tell about it. Somewhere else, some other time.

Dear Sag-sters…..

Meanwhile, back on the set…

Speaking entirely without a single bit of authorization of any sort from my fellow independent film and video crew folks, or any others that toil daily in the entertainment industry, I’d like to thank all of you voters in SAG for your gift of what to this date amounts to nearly a years vacation.

But next time, however, perhaps you could find a way to work it out so it’s going to be a paid vacation for those of us who do not receive residuals at all. You know, the folks who get a job and work on that show one time, and then are paid once for that one time, and that’s it.  Of course, you could have agreed to that (pretty much the same) contract offer about a year ago and not missed out on all that work, but that’s just so much water under a bridge. And if someone decides that bridge is going to be shown in a feature film, it’s likely to be one located in New Zealand or Canada, or…….Ah, but I digress…….

Most of those of us who continue to work in “The Business” in this manner have somehow found a way to pay our bills and exist, and those who can’t manage to make a living doing this simply have had to go out and find another occupation. Perhaps that’s something to think about for the 95% or so of your members who only work a day or two a year in their craft, and yet still put “actor” as their profession on their tax return.

I’d be happy to hear that members of SAG will no longer be allowed to vote on decisions that affect so many if they earn less than, oh, let’s say at least five percent of their total annual income from acting.

That’s not going to ever happen, but I’d be happy to hear it.

I’m just saying……

S’long G.O.D.

Before all of the bible thumping starts…..

Full disclosure, I’m an atheist (I swear to god, it’s true). So before any of you knuckle dragging mouth breathers start to scream and jump up and down about this blog being part of the war on christianity on your talk radio and t.v. shows, glance back up at that title and notice those periods between the letters G, O, and D.

Well, that  G.O.D. in the subject line is (in this case) an acronym, and was intended to mean Good Old Days, you know how old friends often will talk about those days when most things used to be simple, and they often made sense.

Don’t bother waiting up, that won’t be happening again soon.

Simple, yet never  made sense.