Writers' Strike Nearly Causes Severe Injury

Yeah, because I almost fell out of bed laughing so hard when I woke-up suddenly to news that Hollywood writers are indeed now striking, leaving TV industry execs to make inane statements about new media such as, "If people can't get their shows on TV, it could send people to the Web to find entertainment there." I swear I am not making that up!

Forget writers. TV execs are hilarious just by opening their mouths. Put them on the Big TV. Of course I say, bring it on. The strike. Ain't no unions on the Interwebs. Anyone deprived of just astonishing sources of pure entertainment feel free to watch TrueGritz, where our dubious creativity is always available -- to advertisers too. Or just sit around and watch YouTube. I hear people just are crazy for the thing.

Hahahahahahahahahahahah!

On The Wings Of A Gulfstream Full Of Poodles

Silly me, I've been so wrapped-up in my fantasy world of committing new media, I completely and utterly failed to acknowledge the passing of a Cox Media Plantation belle, Barbara Cox Anthony. Hon, Mrs. Cox Anthony could "do boards" like nobodies business!

My favorite Mrs. Cox Anthony story is how she had one of the numerous family jets fly a load of her poodles over to meet up with her in Paris. Men may come and go, and Lordy how they came and went from Mrs. Anthony's splendid life, but a real lady knows the value of a snappy little lap dog to an aging, weary heart. And Dear Reader, ladies' hearts, be they rich or poor ones, all get a little saggy as the years go by.

Thinking on the Cox's bags of billions, I do have to laugh a bit when people wonder if new media is "monetizable." Honey, all information is pure gold... to those who can make it come to life. Just ask a Cox heir. I think there are still a few left around this town.

What Planet Did I Land On?

So I went to see this man about a dog. A Social Media Club dog. And came up with a not so nice pat on the head. I am still feeling like the dirtiest whore on the planet for having sitted through the whole mainstream media "presentation" at WSB just smiling and nodding. Just like a good, stupid southern girl is taught to do.

Rusty, Amber and my post-spin rooftop podcast on the utter and endless bullshit is here. I am still shaking my head with astonishment that I let myself be led so far down that yellow brick road.

What Is Going On At The AJC?

Things just keep getting weirder and uglier over at the AJC/Cox Auto Auction Enterprises. I am just shaking my head over this one, whereby a dude who's still on the Cox payroll, and was given five freakin' years to massage an ego project, is traveling around the country pointing fingers at Julia Wallace and her posse for having allowed him to do so!

Since the accusations, claims and counter claims are obscuring the issues in this matter so, I just gotta say that strife and dissent seem to follow Wallace wherever she goes. Seems like someone's causing so much weird organic press by merely doing their job that they're becoming a liability rather than a leadership asset. Wallace must be one hell of a political player inside that little hornet's nest of a media empire. Someone'll have to offer her a real sweet auto deal to pry her hands offa the publisher wheel around there, 'cause Lordy she ain't budging an inch.

You know, this Big Media power-play bullshit has got to go. As a result of all the political maneuvering and postering and posing, I now have no idea what or where the truth is in this particular story. I don't know who to believe in these critical issues that effect us all.

Big Media had better hurry up and fall on its own sword. Something's got to give. And soon.

Standing On The Shoulders Of Titans...

... and not falling off! Now that is a cool new trick for women in media and Corporate Land, as typically it's the woman who usually ends up "stepping down" (being asked to leave) when there's even the slightest wiff of, uh, "potentially compromising interplay." (I quote myself there.)

In this particularly intriguing World 'O Busy-ness situation, involving Maria Bartiromo of CNBC and Todd S. Thomson, then chief executive of Citigroup’s wealth management arm, it's the man who got the "abrupt departure" treatment. And the lady in question has kept her job.

Quite a role reversal, as usually the woman is the first to get beheaded on the block of "impropriety." In fact, the woman in "one of these" has traditionally been the only party who ends-up getting canned. Lord knows how many women Peter Jennings poked at ABC News during his brilliant career, and he didn't budge for one iota off his throne until stricken with a fatal disease. The women, well.... I shan't talk too much outta school even if I am a drop-out! (Oh the tales I could tell...)

From today's NYT:

Socializing with sources is a long journalistic tradition, especially for television personalities whose renown often allows them to travel in the same elite circles as their subjects. But for Ms. Bartiromo, who accompanied Mr. Thomson last fall on Citigroup’s corporate jet to a series of client and other bank-sponsored functions in China, her ability to gain entree into the exclusive and mostly male world of chief executives and financial titans has made her a valuable commodity to CNBC.

UPDATE: What was I just saying?!! Although I'd lose ANY job out there just to join the Mile High Club with... gasp.... Ralph Fucking Fiennes. I always knew I should have been a stewardess. Gawd, I gotta go, uh, calm down. Just the thought of being vertical with him at 45K feet makes me, uh, crazy.

HT: PS