Hollywood Armageddon

Each day we seem to be inching slowly to the inevitable. Hollywood is dead. Long Live Hollywood. I have to admit it played out much more dramatically than the death of the Music Industry. If you need to a breakdown, I see it like this:
 
Covid + strikes (x greed) x fire = the end of the Entertainment Industry as we know it. Time will tell if the biz can be resurrected but it certainly is not going to be in three days. Luckily we have Jon Voight, Mel Gibson and Sly Stallone to perform the ultimate of miracles. I, for one, believe in them. 
 
The question remains, what are you going to do about it. Some say, diversification is the answer, others believe sell your creativity for whatever you can get and become a  Speaker/screenplay guru and stand-up story consultant. God only knows, there are not enough of those around. Stand on the corner of Ocean Park and 25th in Santa Monica and throw a rock. Odds are, you’ll hit someone selling their expertise for $500 an hour.
 
As an ex stand-up comedian, I take offense at the humorous script consultants. I’d love to see them try out their new craft in front of a drunk open mic audience in Butte Montana. 
 
But enough of these sour grapes. There are some small flickers of hope on the far horizon. The reboot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer is filming in Los Angeles. Yay! Joss Whedon will not be involved. Yay! And…
 
The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry is absolutely the best thing streaming on television. If you need a lift, check it out on Netflix.
 
That is all.