It's been one of those weeks that no matter how early I start on the PCR, I never get quite caught up enough to get everything out on time by Wednesday noon (or so).
Part of it is distractions and other responsibilites--and I don't mean just regular stuff like vacuuming and laundry, I wish that were all there were---no, I got some more business on the side with a couple webmastering jobs. Very nice, pays some bills, but takes time away from this. In addition to that, I've been knocking myself out trying to get
Forbidden Video back up and running now that my partner, John Petrey, who has had some unfortunate personal and health problems, is back and ready for action. And I'm guilty of postponing too many upgrade decisions to the last minute. So, I'm pleased to report that the big sale I planned since last September is finally underway! That's the good news...
Those who've been following Will Moriaty's column for months are aware he's been involved in some disastrous business dealings, a victim of fraud, and he and his family are struggling to recuperate. He asks for your patience and forgiveness if he has to skip a La Floridiana or two.
A similar situation has befallen "Couch Potato" Vinnie Blesi, who asked to be put on hiatus while he deals with some serious family health problems.
I wish these fine gentlemen the absolute best of luck in regaining their footing in these troubling times---I'm lucky to have such a talented group of writers, volunteering their time to make this a more effective website---and their efforts pay off for all of us. The door is always open and the light stays on 24/7.
Hold the phone.... I didn't expect any La Floridianas this week, but William experienced a sudden surge of PCR whoop-ass out of the blue at the 11th hour and sent a book review! Check it out.
The new writers. Yes, I know the twenty-somethings who've gotten their first articles published on the PCR are a little green---but it's an experiment I'm determined to continue, at least for a little while. I'm proud to have an outstanding staff of excellent writers regarding all things nostalgic, and god knows my readers and I appreciate them (nod of the head towards Andy, ED, William, and Mike, and I would be remiss if I didn't highlight Vinnie Blesi's musings on modern television), but I'm also looking for aggressive and talented up-and-comers who'll clue us in on what's happening with youth culture (and no, I don't mean the Britney Spears/Justin Timberlake/rap-crap type youth culture, for crying out loud. There are still genre fans younger than us, believe it or not). Why should we care about it? Because they ARE the future, and I kind of mind the fact that I know less and less about them the older I get. Of course, finding someone on a par with Terence Nuzum, who blew our doors off unexpectedly in that regard, is going to be hard to find, but I know they're out there. I'll plead guilty to letting them ramble a little because I'm
bending over backward to encourage them. But lightning WILL strike twice!
That said, I'd like to introduce everyone to our newest try-out, Nicholas King, contemporary of Clayton and Joshua, and in his first column waxes rather eloquent on Vampire The Masquerade. Give it a read, why doncha?
Johnny Socko. Back to what we do best. I'm still getting feedback on the amazing ED Tucker's retrospective from last issue regarding this series. I've posted the latest reactions in this week's Lettercol. Similarly to the Captain Kangaroo episode I wrote up, I'm never quite prepared for how some things impact people. Like me, they forget how much they missed something until someone writes a feature like this. (Good job, Edward.)
Andy's 3-parter on the VH-1 "Bands Reunited". The man is insane, ladies and gentlemen. Absolutely certifiable. You wonder who could write a Bible-length treatise on something like that? He's HERE, he's one of us. The sick, twisted mind of Andrew Lalino, a man who most of our nation's insane asylums would turn away as irretrievable. This is the face of crazed fandom. Be afraid, be very afraid.
The Grammys. Nah. It's been covered to death by now and Mike does a great job covering it in The Rant. I only disagree that Justin Tinberlake's "apology" was somehow a meaningful moment...I think we're all over the %&$* Janet Jackson "boob talk", and he should've just let it slide, or mumbled a clever joke, instead of, once again, drawing undo attention to that overblown mess. I am definitely onboard, though, with the audio tragedy that befell Celine Dion, et.,al., due to the 5-minute time delay instigated by the above-mentioned boob scare.
The Reader's Poll. Thanks to all who participated, the few who wrote coherent letters will see them posted---there were no respondents from fandom at large, anonymous or otherwise, at least not yet, but at least we gave it a shot. Want another week to think about it? By all means do so, then write me at Crazedfanboy1@aol.com and let me know what you'd like to see more of in these "pages".