THB #413: The Horror.

I don’t want to write this… whatever it is I am about to write. But I don’t think I have a choice.

Sunday, I intended to write about show biz… but couldn’t and hid behind the weekend and football.

Yesterday, I started to write a column about not being able to write about show biz, but then, as I forced myself to start, I found a track of focus and a lot of years at this keyboard pushed my brain into a riff about how early we are in Streaming and that we are not close to having it figured out the way consumers want. I even coined a clever new acronym, FOFU - Fear of Fucking Up - that was what I was planning on writing today.

The fact that my show-biz-lizard-brain found a way to write about show biz in the midst of the horror show in the Middle East, with many thousands of lives still in immediate danger… with desired outcomes of some that are extreme enough to turn into genocides…

… that stopped me in my tracks.

In that deep, dark truthful mirror, I saw monkey who can do his trick in the mi…