I’ve got work to do tonight, but I can’t seem to find the energy. So, I’m procrastinating, watching old episodes of The Tomorrow Show, and bemoaning the fact that we don’t have good, substantive late night talk shows anymore, or, for that matter, television hosts like Tom Synder. For those of you unfamiliar with Tom, and his unique brand of chain-smoking genius, here’s a clip:
OK, now I’m heading over to Netflix to move The Runaways movie up in my queue. After having watched this exchange between Snyder and the heavily made-up impresario Kim Fowley, I find myself desperately needing to know more about the evil son-of-a-bitch behind the band.
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