Thursday, January 6, 2011

You won't need those sunglasses



Don’t worry; you’re safe. My blogging rule will be to protect the (?) innocent subjects of some of my musings unless the story is already public domain, as was the last. Lawsuits give me hives.

I intend these lines to be a vehicle solely for my conjectures, supposings, questions and imaginings. So you know, the old “any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is unintentional and purely coincidental” disclaimer reigns supreme.

Completely disguising a person’s identity and persona is not an easy thing to do when what makes them stand out is unique to them, and the very thing that drew my interest in the first place. Why does she pronounce it “nucular”, anyway? He drives a Mini Cooper. So he’s got size issues.

Pseudonyms can be fun. I may play with that idea later.

It makes me laugh a little, thinking of Hollywood exposés written in the 50s and 60s with the then-stars fighting to confess that it really was her who slept with Cary Grant or him who did the casting couch tumble with Marilyn. So much for secrets and names changed.

Publicity comes in many forms, but no one will get rich from a mention in this blog, so forget it. I’m not one to level my sights on someone out of malice, so if you’re seeking vicious hearsay, look further.



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