I am discovering in middle age that I have apparently developed the music taste of a teenage stoner in 1985. I spent an hour today listening to Blue Oyster Cult's "Veteran of the Psychic Wars" (co-written by Michael Moorcock!) & muttering "this is deep, man."
Pitching big, splashy, prestigey genre television in 2025 is murder so fuck it, I'm finally gonna write that pilot about a smart ex-cop who lives in an airplane hangar with a monkey and solves crimes.
Happy 84th birthday to the late David Warner, one of those fantastic British actors who worked so constantly that he did both classics and junk, but always made whatever he was in better through his presence. Oh, and Time After Time? A classic!
Los Angeles people: July 4th is of course the peak of lost pet season. Here's information on where to call and what to do if you come across a cat or a dog spooked by fireworks and separated from its person.
I deeply love America and normally hate the "I'm only patriotic when the last election went my way" thing, but I just don't feel much like celebrating today when masked men are snatching people off the street in my home city.
I feel like the ICE raids and how they've disrupted the fabric of ordinary life in America's second biggest city would be a bigger news story if they were happening to this degree in New York or DC. So many of the conversations I overhear are sharing news about who got grabbed and where.
