Number 36.     This edition is for the week of November 27--December 3, 2000.
I hope everybody had a nice Thanksgiving.  I did too, thank you. Time is running out for this year's accomplishments!  I have a lot on my plate for the next 30 days or so.  
Let's start out this issue with the obvious......I'll have more later in the week.
Election a done deal? Don't ask the Gore camp
"I heard the news today, oh boy....about a lucky man who made the grade...."
   For some reason that's the Beatles songline that rang in my head this past Sunday night as Florida's Secretary of State Katherine Harris annouinced that George W. Bush had finally won all 25 of Florida's electoral votes by way of certified vote counts. Hooray.
   BARELY having put a period on those sentences, the Gore camp announced further lawsuits/court appeals/screaming and crying over what, to them, was an outrageous miscarriage of justice: the much beleagured, much bally-hooed Palm Beach vote count was still not finished.
   This is the second time Harris has attempted to put this to bed. The first was the deadline for recounts that was later overturned by high court. Now, she still may have to face being overturned about something by the US Supreme Court.
   I wrote a few issues ago that if I had it to do over, knowing what I know now, I would've voted for Gore. It's hard to still feel that way as even to ME, it looks like he's trying to litigate his way into the White House. BUT.....
    To be fair, he claims that if ALL the ballots from ALL the confused dunderheads in West Palm Beach were to be added up, he'd net about 1000 "new" votes and therefore, the election. But, I'm thinking  (and I'm sure Bush is thinking) well, yeah, but that's in one county! There're probably misplaced, misunderstood, or misbegotten ballot cards all over the country! What about them?
    I'm certainly over this and I think the American people--no matter who they voted for--are also over this and need a quick resolution. If Fidel Castro's mocking us, what does that tell you?
    Hey, tell you what. I think there's still time to run for President! I'll start my campaign in Palm Beach county.
OK,  I was a little hard on Fox. Last Sunday's X-Files episode reviewed.
   In retrospect, I guess I just wasn't in a good mood a couple of week's ago. In issue #34 I ranted a little on what I thought was a lackluster season kick-off for the Fox network.   While The Simpsons are not what they used to be, they're still good for a few laughs. It's somewhat ironic that it was Bart who was the show's ratings-getter for years in the beginning, but now it's
Robert Patrick as agent John Doggett
Homer who consistently cracks me up, time after time. Bart is kind of predictable now, but Homer's always unpredictably stupid, if that makes any sense.
   By the same token, I had a bad feeling about The X-Files' risky replacement of David Duchovny's Fox Mulder character with Robert "Terminator 2" Patrick's John Doggett. Well, as of last Sunday--3 episodes into the season--they've won me over.
   The "teaser" before the opening credits shows a lone hitchhiker on a desert highway who boards the wrong bus. When all passengers leave the bus and walk into the desert, he witnesses a death by stoning of one of the passengers, a crippled man, by all the other passengers. The "stoners" then turn to the young hitchhiker and he falls to the ground, presumably to be stoned to death himself. Commercial.
   Scully is driving in the Utah desert investigating this homicide when she stops for gas in an "uncharted small town" whose residents seem distant and vague. The gas station attendant puts water in her tank forcing a breakdown. She walks back and discovers no one has a phone. No one has a car. She remembers a big bus just drove right thru this area--and no one remembers seeing it. Her cell phone is too remote for contact, so she's f&*%ked. It feels the townsfolk don't want her to leave. She soon finds out the gas station she mentioned she's a medical doctor. There's someone the townsfolk now want her to treat. She's led to him. It's the homicide "victim" she came to investigate--he's alive, but convulsing. She examines him and discovers why: via a large open wound in his lower back, there's a sluglike creature inside the man, crawling up his spine toward his brain. Scully, working with nothing, attempts to calm the convulsions and is successful. She discovers the townsfolk put the creature there as part of some nutty religious cult ritual. If the man dies, someone else has to host the parasite--guess who? (The parasite's religious significance is revealed in the end.)
    John Doggett is now in pursuit when he discovers Scully never made it past the lone phone booth she last called from.
   The rousing climax and resolution re-energized my faith in Carter and Co.'s ability to stage a good spook story. The special effects are among the best they've ever had and the last 15 minutes are some of the best X-Files ever (right up there with the incestuous/cannibal hillbillies and that's saying a lot!).
   This is a highly recommended episode.
Personal insider scoop:
   This just in. As I write these words (Tuesday morning and bleary-eyed), special FX make-up wonderboy and long-time close friend, Corey Castellano, is at Tampa Stadium working on a film project with Spike Lee!! I had just seconds to speak with him so I don't know anything more about this, except it was pretty last-minute and it's just for today only. More as I get it...
And the update.....
   WEDNESDAY--According to the Fox 13 News (I still haven't heard back from Corey yet as of Wenesday night), Spike Lee is filming a series of commercials dealing with the countdown to Superbowl Sunday. The Superbowl will be held at Tampa Stadium this January. (Or more specifically, The Raymond James Stadium.)
   Corey was shown on the air very, very briefly, but I'll try to get a "snap" of it posted here over the next couple of days. He was shown spraying "sweat" onto the football player/actors. (Like they need that?)
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