I'm surrounded by magazines...ALL...DAY...LONG.
Let me tell you about 'em.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
WAH.
"Premiere" magazine has ceased publication. It was the only real movie magazine with any heart, soul, or cojones. I'm diggin' a huge hole of "sigh" for it's demise.
Every day, my lovely assistant, Bruno, throws magazines at me and growls, "Read this one." No one crosses Bruno, especially me. There are hundreds of magazines out there, so I have to talk about them or else my head will explode.
