
I've been sort of kicking this idea around for a while, and it seemed appropriate for the time when I would actually be visiting Hollywood, just before the Oscars no less. Not that my trip had anything to do with that. I actually liked LA quite a bit -- what I saw of it, at least. I find its general wackiness refreshing. I'm sure I would grow disgusted if I spent more time there. Or maybe not. The weather was
awfully nice. I wanted to weep with gratitude.
Seriously, though. Why should actors get all the credit? Why should they get to live in Malibu palaces while the poor schlub writers tap away at their keyboards in dank hovels littered with Carl's Jr. wrappers and desiccated gummy bears stuck in the carpet? (I'm sure plenty of screenwriters live better than this, but please indulge me my rhetorical flourishes.) Hell, I can't even keep up with all these new actors. Where are you, Molly Ringwald? Judge Reinhold? I'm dating myself, aren't I?
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