Rock Candy

Look -- maybe I can post again -- like I said I'm the jackass for bringing this up again, but ...

I think you're wrong but I don't hate you. And despite what David wrote, I'm not being backhanded or condescending when I write that I like this blog. I do. I'm a fan. I enjoy your work and David's too. I've said that before. The Rock Candy blog in particular, and the AT blog in general, is a good thing. I mean that unequivocally, I didn't change my mind because you picked on me.

I didn't realize (though I should have) that you'd put my email to you guys on the blog. I don't mean to suggest that you guys should have done anything other than give me the benefit of a doubt (or a phone call). That you didn't isn't the end of the world, it's not even a misdemeanor.

And all I was trying to do was explain. (I bet Koon would laugh his jackass off at TLG.)

Have a good vacation, LM.
And David, can I send you a copy of my screenplay?

Got my shirt ordered!

I'll wear it to all movies I attend.

......

Man, guys.

At the risk of getting my head blown off, may I suggest that none of the antagonists on this thread have exactly covered themselves in glory. This has devolved into a lawyer's catfight over discovery issues or some other Gordian knot.

Everybody involved is basically a good guy. Let's just chill out. Take a walk. Have a nice cocktail followed by dinner.

And let's all agree that reviewing movies ain't exactly precision work. That and the new Mike Myers movie really sucks.

Let it go, boys. Let it go.

Hope you don't drink a lot. Can't see it as a big seller. Phillip, I hope Gordy enjoyed his reach around. I suppose your payback will be admittance to some sort of chi-chi party in HWood where possibly somebody will give a shit about your bogus movie reviews. Where do you get your mescaline?

Sucker MCs in the place that said I could only rock rhymes, and only rock crowds but never rock records. How ya like me now?
- Kool Moe Dee

This whole thing reminds me of a movie, specifically, "Zoolander," in which equally vapid male models explore their enmity (and shared self-indulgences) and wind up in a duel of sorts, the "walk-off."

May I suggest a similar competition for our squabbling scribes? Could it perhaps be a "write-off," a battle of bon mots, a catch-phrase cage match, pugilistic punditry until they bleed?

Let Max and Wally be the corner men.

Get ready to rummmmmmmmbullllllll.