There'll be minimal blogging in these parts today…though even this is more than most one-blogger blogs give you per day. I have music to play, places to go, people to see…everything for you and me. For instance, I need to proofread several upcoming issues of Groo and add in mistakes.
Coming up in a day or so on this blog will be a long post on the demise of Saturday Morning Cartoons on networks. They're gone now, you know…and there are probably eight thousand reasons why. I'll mention what I think are one or two of them. You may be shocked to learn that they're kind of about money.
We have had a few brief outages on this blog lately for technical reasons and are working to solve that. They only seem to last five or ten minutes but we'd still like them not to happen.
So a few nights ago, I was walking home from a nearby restaurant wherein I'd just dined with my friends Paul Dini and Misty Lee. I came to a street corner and there was a woman there who looked like she'd answered a casting call for White Trash. She was screaming racial epithets at anyone and everything, yelling about the blacks and the Hispanics — though she didn't use those nouns — and causing a lot of people to hurry past her with grimaces on their faces.
She was using every insulting word you can imagine for any minority group you can name and then, as I was well past her and could barely hear the sound of her in the distance, I'm very sure she said the following: "…and they have the nerve to call me a racist!"
Back later.