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L.A. BLUES DVD RELEASE

A PRESS RELEASE FOR THE THREE PEOPLE WHO READ THIS!

After putting in 3 years of hard work, and putting out way too much of my own money, this movie is finally out for public consumption. It's on Amazon, Netflix, and even in Wal*Mart, which I'm told is the Mecca of dvd sales. Check it out. Pass it on. Write and tell me if you like it, or feel free to post a review online. If you don't, keep it to yourself.  

Sean Costello - It's My Own Fault--RIP

THE SMALLEST MEASURE OF TIME -- THE ALLREDDY

First there was the New York Minute. Then, the nanosecond. Both colloquial expressions connoting a near instantaneous measure of time in which one event might follow another. For the scientifically inclined, there is Planck Time, defined as:

“…the time it would take a photon travelling at the speed of light to across a distance equal to the Planck length. This is the ‘quantum of time’, the smallest measurement of time that has any meaning, and is equal to 10^-43 seconds. No smaller division of time has any meaning...”

Move over Planck Time, there is now an even smaller measure of time  -- the Allreddy. Defined as an amount of time that is as instantaneous as instantaneous can be without actually being instantaneous, the Allreddy is the time it takes for Gloria Allred to inject herself into a celebrity lawsuit.

From Heather Mills, to Britney, to Amber Frey, to Robert Blake’s ex, the alleged offense has barely been played out before the attorney is somehow attached to their side like a barnacle in a pantsuit, appearing on some talk show vigorously defending the rights of the famous, or infamous femme fatale/victim du jour. Of course it’s got nothing to do with self-promotion, grandstanding, or a big payday from the celebrity trough. It’s about defending the rights of these wronged women and guiding them through the labyrinthine legal system. And, I imagine, the post-scandal publishing nightmare.

Time will tell what really happened here as, once again, a celebrity’s personal business slip-slides out the Moebius strip to become public fodder, and the victims and the vampires hit the public highways and the media busts out the Orgasmatron in their glee at another famous sex scandal. Of course, for a public crazy drunk with celebrity murder, it’s a bit disappointing that so far, it only appears to be sexual harassment. Just another Nannygate. And, no, Rob Lowe doesn’t have Phil Spector crazy hair and eyeballs that ping back and forth like pinballs but, scandal vultures that we are, we’ll take what we can get.  

So now we’ll watch this one unfold. Short of running off to live in a cave, thereby turning off the noise we amusingly refer to as “our culture,” one can’t help but have these stories flash across our screens as we gorge on and crap out one after the other. We’ve wrung all the laughs out of Elliot Spitzer. Britney’s old news, no matter how many Mercedes she wrecks. Pregnant celebrity sisters has become tedious. Now, at least we’ll have something fresh to lighten up the mood from all this election nonsense. This morning it was The Today Show. Tomorrow maybe GMA. Then maybe The View. And, of course, I’m sure Larry King’s opening the pneumatic tube that sucks every scandal miscreant into the studio for a hard-hitting, in-your-face interview. If she’s not there now, trust me, Gloria will be there in an Allreddy. 

 

THE PET IRAQ

As General Shuck and Ambassador Jive hit congress again for more independent testimony, one thing is certain: given the right imagery, slogans and catch phrases, most Americans are dumb enough to buy anything.

Thirty years ago, after running the “Vietnamization” and the “Hearts and Minds” campaigns, we finally capped two decades of involvement in Vietnam, 55 thousand Americans and 3 million Vietnamese dead, by hitting on “Peace with Honor.” I was never sure where the honor was in that cluster fuck of refugees storming the embassy as escape choppers flew off the roof, but I guess “you fucked up, you trusted us” and “premature evacuation” didn’t cut it. 

In the five plus years since they first rolled out this product, via celebrity spokesperson Colin Powell, we’ve had “mission accomplished,” the “war on terror,” escalations as “surges,” (we’re suckers for the phallic shit) removing added troops as “reductions,” and now a decrease in death redefined as “stability.” (In reality, there is no “war on terror.” What the president has been waging, and it’s clear if you listen closely to that shitkicker accent is a “War on Terra.” As in a war on the earth. I’ve never quite gotten the disdain Republicans have for things that are alive. Is it a genetic pre-disposition or a learned behavior?)

At the end of the day, the solution in Iraq is not military. It’s not political. It’s promotional. We just need to get the boys in advertising to start kicking around some concepts. Maybe take the down and dirty P and G approach. Something like “New and Improved Iraq! Now with 20% Less Death!”

Or maybe a softer sell, centered around a TV spot, with a one-year-old child taking its first awkward steps as the proud parents grab the video camera. Then dissolve to a montage of the Iraqi parliament, a few open air markets, a soccer game, a school in session, and then bring in the voice over: “Iraq. Taking its first steps as a young Democracy.”

Or perhaps what’s needed is a PR campaign, employing another popular American myth. Just put out a press release stating that Iraq is going into rehab. “After years of battling inner demons, the country has finally admitted it has a problem, is courageously dealing with it, and therefore requests privacy at this difficult time.” This way we can pull out all the troops, as well as legitimate journalists, and send the paparazzi over to cover it. (Who wouldn’t like to see a few of them over there instead of here?) A few months later, Iraq can re-enter the world community via Larry King, tearfully admitting that while they will always have the desire to kill each other, they are now ready to take not killing each other one day at a time.

Eventually this long national nightmare will end. And the troops will come home. And CNN will run a loop of soldiers getting off planes on tarmacs and running into the arms of loved ones for tearful reunions. There will be local parades, visits to the White House for the traditional awarding of the medals, both live and posthumous. (Who doesn’t love a good posthumous medal?) There will be waving flags and beating drums and a Super Bowl halftime tribute. Just give us our symbols and our slogans and we’ll be happy. Meanwhile, it won’t matter what’s really going on over there. What matters is what we’re told is going on over there, and that it’s no longer any of our concern. If we’re told it’s over, then it’s over. The one thing we know how to do in this country is move on. We just need to be sold properly.

Maybe just hire Larry the Cable Guy as the spokesperson for bringing the troops home. “Iraq: We Got-R-Done!” Shit, this thing would be over in a week. 

HESTON RIP

Charlton Heston said they'd have to pry his rifle "from my cold, dead hands!"... Ok.