Not much going on, right now. The Obamas are on yet another vacation, because wrecking an economy and diminishing American prestige is hard work. So, for the sake of generating content, here’s a completely oblique tangent.
For those of us above a certain age, this should bring back some childhood memories; horrible, horrible childhood memories. Memories of a time of the three-network tyranny. The music is what gets me, it’s like ABC was screaming at you to watch their cut up, commercial interrupted, edited for television versions of two-year old cinema or, worse, made-for-TV movies.
And your movie tonight is the second worst airplane disaster movie of 1977, SST Death Flight. Featuring 70’s closet case Robert Reed as your pilot; Billy Crystal already setting himself up to host the Oscars by playing a gay flight attendant, also Ginger and Q. Enjoy.