A Moment to Write

Yes, I have a moment to write on Sundays. Above, see the lovely new logo for The Hollywood Reporter. For the last week, most of my time (both awake and sleeping) has been taken up with thoughts of the redesign. If you haven't seen the new redesign, do try and pick up a copy of The Reporter (if you're in L.A. or New York) and check it out. If you didn't read it before, then it probably has no meaning for you. For me, it has been a major preoccupation.

Good news for my cousin, Robin Riker, just informed me that she landed a juicy, four-year contract on "The Bold and the Beautiful." I wrote back, asking if she was a good witch or a bad witch. Haven't heard back yet. But, knowing soap operas, I would assume the latter, since good witches on those shows rarely get four-year contracts. Evil persists, though, because it's so terribly popular.

Was that an observation on the state of things? Brother Stephen in Wisconsin says he wants to see more commentary on the state of the world added into to the diarylike discourse I've been laying down in these missives. Here's one: Some people are real assholes. Especially when they're driving. They do things they'd never do in a million years if they were face to face with the folks that inhabit the road with them. At least on public transit people ignore you. Except the really crazy ones. They like to use their insanity to bother other people. It's their only feeling of empowerment.

Closing thought: The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. (-- Oscar Wilde)

Enjoy the logo. More later.