reeltime

First of all, let me apologize for my insufferable whining in yesterday’s blog. I got all insulted because no one has seen fit to comment on my blog so far. But I thought about it and realized it’s only been five posts so far — OK, this is the sixth. So there’s nothing to get pissy about. I accepted that and decided to move on with my life. I know that there are things that I can change and things I have no control over, and for the love of God I cannot force anyone to comment on my blog. But now it’s Monday and I logged onto to my account — nothing. No comments. Zero. Nil. Zippo. Nada.

I don’t know what else I can say to you people to make you understand. So I won’t comment on it again. But just remember, Satan is watching you and he notices that you haven’t commented yet. Every time you log off without commenting on this blog, ReelTime, Satan smiles.

Hey, how about those Golden Globes — and I’m not referring to Madonna’s breasts? One of the most cynical, and therefore I suspect, most truthful accounts of the Golden Globes and the Hollywwod Foreign Press Corps. can be read here, in Nikki Finke’s Deadline Hollywood column . Gotta love Nikki. She takes no prisoners and says things no one else in this town (Hollywood, I mean,  I live in Culver City) has the cajones to say. Read on, and inhale the rancid stench that is Hollywood greed.

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