Working on a film in western Sonoma County, California means having great visuals on the daily drive from the hotel to the set such as redwood trees and deer running across he road with no warning, and other sorts of nature.
An unseen aspect of being in what we on the crew warmly refer to as West Bumfuckistan is that cell phone service and internet access outside of the hotel are basically unknown here, resulting in very productive days on the set as checking in your facebook status or looking for the next gig on various websites is just not possible, it’s like being back in 1975…
One other side benefit, I now know for sure just how bad my Tinnitus is…
More soon, got to make that drive into the hills again….
Here’s one so far apparently overlooked aspect to share for those who find it hard to believe that Bill Clinton could have been so stupid as to jump onto Attorney General Loretta Lynch’s aircraft and have an impromptu talk only days before the FBI was to interrogate Hillary (interesting side bar here, the government could have raked in millions by selling a few seats behind the always interesting one way mirror in the interrogation room to allow the high bidders to watch the questioning), but I digress. Bill Clinton is so many things to so many people but he’s not known for stupidity, so why would he pull this bonehead stunt? Suppose for a moment that he knew that Lynch, out of fear of having someone roll over on her, would be forced to open her books on the Clintons in a deposition or if she was put on trial and reveal all she’s learned about them since defending them in the “White Water” deal in 1992. The easiest way to avoid that would be by making her, excuse the Clinton connected term, “Tainted” and forced to recuse herself, which is exactly what she did. Her future now that she’s been temporarily pulled away from the threat of #arkancide would be considered to be shaky at best.
I just hope Loretta has done her homework and will avoid all flights in small private aircraft, not be around people cleaning guns, and also not go near an open window several stories above ground level or stand on the roof of such a building, I wouldn’t want her to end up being the next black former Clinton “friend” (Google Ron Brown – Clinton) like Ron in the photo above.
Feel free to share this, I’d like to hear from others who might have more to add….
I saw the newest iteration of the July 4th perennial, Independence Day, this one titled “Resurgence” today, and it’s certainly doomed to be yet another film tent pole. Well, there’s a fair chunk of cash and two (but feels like three) hours of my life I’ll never get back. Please note that no spoilers were injured in writing this, even though it’s really tempting, including slipping in a reference in the title of this post to so many elderly cast members brought back to life that you’d think Ron Howard directed it.
This is how they could have had this film end in approximately 18 minutes,
Just have a blindfolded fighter pilot sneak one of these things:
Directly into the motherships air exhaust duct as shown below
And bingo, it’s over.
I’ve found the cure for the worries about my financial future, in my back pocket I have the cure for being financially nervous about the rising cost of everything.
I call it my “Schrodinger’s Lotto Card“, and until I check on those results, I’m both broke and rich at the same time…
In a speech at her rally Hillary Clinton once again brought up the “3 a.m. phone call” idea that failed to get votes for her in her campaign against Barak Obama in 2008, this time indicating that she was the best prepared candidate when she said “Do you know how many times I’ve had to answer the phone at 3 a.m. to find out which bar I had to go to pick up my husband at?”
I was thinking earlier today about how progress can advance some things while making others fall to the back of the pack, or disappear completely from the scene.
Picture the maker of buggy whips back in the day and what went through his mind as he watched the first car, a horseless carriage in the vernacular, drive by him while he was standing outside his shop slapping his hand with his product.
“Hey, there’s no f’n ….”
Do you suppose that a maker of slide rules felt any different when he (I know using the masculine form is going to piss some off, but most of the people I’m speaking about in this article were men) got a chance to try out the first Hewlett Packard (ages before Carly Fiorena sank the company) hand held L.E.D. calculator? He probably thought before the test that he was indestructible because his slide rule was accurate to several decimal points and the cost of the competing device was well over $500.00. Of course the HP could run circles around his machine, or at least it did before the L.E.D.’s ran the battery down but his product had a huge market lead. Now you can buy far faster and more capable lcd hand held calculators at the .99 cent store for, yep, 99 cents.
I suppose that the stock holders in film companies must have had a laugh when the first digital cameras arrived on the market, I remember that the Nikon Kodak consortium’s DCS200 was around $25,000 for a camera based on an existing Nikon 35mm SLR but with a digital back, it had far less resolution than the cheapest phone you can find today for under $25.00, and it was ungainly to use and so slow to operate that it was nearly useless for anything but non moving product shots. Now except for collectors and people with a masochism streak, the film market is dead and the availability of chemistry to develop film is on the road to being on par with what the Egyptians used to mummify their dearly departed.
So where is all this going? It’s a heads up to alert the world that things are changing far in excess of what Moore’s Law would have predicted about a non number crunching customer based product.
Not all that long ago the political world was a strictly investor driven operation run by the money world.
And politicians had only two jobs:
1. Get elected
and then later on…
2 Get reelected
Said politicians spent (and still do spend) most of their time cold calling wealthy people (some reports say it’s about 70% of their average day in office) asking for donations to get ready for the next election or reelection, and legally only being able to hint about what the money people will get in return for their “donations”.
And then came Bernie,
Now it’s time to grab your seat and hold on…
Following the slimy slamming shut of facebook on her opponents a few days ago, congratulations are obviously in order to Hillary R. Clinton for helping win the battle that Lenny Bruce, Bill Hicks, George Carlin and many others fought so hard for. This battle I’m referring to was the inclusion in popular discourse of the non-sexual use of the word “cunt”, this is surely a descriptive that she’s earned. A coffee mug she stole from the University of North Texas?
In due time I believe a photo of her face will show up in any Wiki or Google search for that word, and many ‘netizens will change the online spelling of her name (and not just to stop it from trending) to Cunton. If you have problems with this I suggest that you go away now because I’m begining to actively work to find a way to send her and Bill off to some prison where they can reminisce on their vast fortune lost in legal battles while they have occasional visits from her daughter Chelsea
Foster Clinton (#arkancide #vincefoster) and their grandchildren.
Make no mistake about this, I’m still doing everything I can to help Bernie make America’s dream come true, but if Cunton makes that impossible my focus will not shift to the useless green party (I’m sure Jill Stein is nice to her cats) but will be only #fuckher and if ever given the opportunity I’ll be sure to ask that Trump sends her a kind thank you note for the votes she’s given him.