Good TV
I’ve got to say, it’s bracing for me to see unstoppable force meet unmovable object here. These are two of my least favorite television personalities ever, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard them both sound this sincere before, and certainly not at the same time. Since I think of both of them as insufferable pricks, it’s hard to actually pick a side in the debate; my only real wish would be that the confrontation devolve into an actual fistfight that leaves them both hospitalized.
Here, by the way, is the story they’re discussing.
Holy week expands to embrace alternative religions
Dinosaur comic makes me laugh! I enjoy laughing, it’s better than sadness!.
Meanwhile, what could be funnier than Dinosaur Comics? Nothing I can think of! Unless maybe it’s panels from Dinosaur Comics presented in a constantly-changing random order!
A screenwriter’s notebook
I carry a little notebook around with me. I jot down things in it as I’m traveling around town.
I work on anywhere from 5 to 20 projects at any given time, so a single book will have all kinds of notes about different projects.
Sometimes I write things down while I’m watching a movie. Sometimes that makes it hard to read later.
Here are a few pages from my current notebook:
Oh, dear.
I suppose this means that The Reaping is fiction, too.
The Eiger Sanction
Jonathan Hemlock is a government assassin — with a taste for murder.
I’m sorry, that didn’t actually mean anything. Let me start again.
Jonathan Hemlock is a government assassin. He’s retired, but wouldn’t you know it, his super-secret agency needs him for one last job. He tells them, on no uncertain terms, that he’s out of the game, but his Pure Albino boss Dragon (How do we know he’s a “Pure Albino?” why, he obligingly tells us so when we meet him — “Dr. Hemlock, did you know I’m a Pure Albino?” he says, coiled up in his dark, climate-controlled lair, licking his lips from the sheer perversity of it all, looking for all the world like Jabba the Hutt’s sickly little brother) —
I’m sorry, where was I? Oh yes, Dragon lures Hemlock (these names, I swear, and we haven’t even gotten to Pope, Jemima or Miss Cerberus yet) —
Anyway, Dragon pressures Hemlock into pulling one last — no, wait — two last jobs for the agency. (Christ, this is turning into the “Spanish Inquisition” sketch.) Which agency? Oh, you know, the super-secret US spy agency that crops up all over the place in 1970s spy thrillers — Three Days of the Condor, Marathon Man, etc., the super-secret spy agency that was known only by its members and all Hollywood screenwriters.