Some Random Dragonmaster Thoughts and Other Insane Stuff
LOS ANGELES, Aug. 22 --- Citing Tom Cruise's yearlong metamorphosis from pure box-office phenomenon to pop-culture punch line, Viacom Chairman Sumner Redstone said Tuesday that Paramount Pictures was ending its 14-year relationship with Cruise/Wagner Productions, the actor's production company.
It is becoming more and more apparent to your Dragonmaster that celebrity, once flooded with glamour, excitement, fantasy and wonder, has ceased to become imaginative --- and, in truth, has all but gone cookie-cutter. Witness the so-called Soul Patrol, the fans of this season's current American Idol, Taylor Hicks. So far, his debut single has not been wowing the top of the charts, now, has it?
And of course, as you know, I have recently named Finland's freaky five, Lordi, as my Official Band --- because I no longer recognize the ability of pop music to reach out and entertain the masses. For similar reasons, I am not necessarily overfond of television, either. If what I heard the other day about Sunday evening's 8th Annual Teen Choice Awards is any indication, we are, I fear, on the verge of witnessing the end of popular entertainment as we know it.
Celebrity culture is completely out of control; we are far too interested in who said what, who gave birth to whom, what everybody else wants to wear and so forth --- my goodness, how much more can one take? Never mind that you Mortals might accuse me of biting the hand that feeds me; I have always reminded my fans, and will continue to remind them, that the work I do is intended as a being at a place of business, with regular business hours --- and I'm fed up with the rest of the entertainment community not figuring it all out and understanding things from my point of view.
Speaking of which: I had a real shitty day yesterday. When your people-watching adventures only land you with two lousy bucks, and you have your intelligence insulted by a twit whom you're only complementing on how good his bloomin' t-shirt looks --- well, let's put it this way: that's a really good way to make your Dragonmaster really mad. As you know, any time you piss me off, you risk at your peril seeing yours truly in the throes of Mage rage.
On a final note: Two years have now passed since your humble Dragonmaster first joined up with the world community of bloggers. In those two years, you've read here some delicious wacky and totally crazy things. And who else will dare go into the most graphically detailed Academy Awards coverage imaginable, eh what? Nonetheless, I remain grateful to everybody who's ever been nice to me across the cosmos, from Thor and Muninn to the Naked Cowboy; from dear, beloved Merdwin to even furious, grumpy ol' Poopstar; from my fellow RenFaire colleagues Lord Seversword and His Majesty, King Henry the Red to my newest dear friend, beloved and jolly Ray Irving --- I thank each and every one of you for your trust, your friendship, your advice (sometimes) and your loyalty. I love you all, and I hope I haven't become too much of a pest.
And on that note, I may or may not be off line for a couple days, as I still have Saturday afternoon's Clan MacDuff Scottish Games @ Old Westbury Gardens to worry about. I just hope I can make it there, and make it back, in one piece!