In the midst of my full-time job search, I worked a couple of temporary jobs throughout March.
The first gig was through a family member, and it was to assist at an event for her childhood school. 215 more words
They say that things happen in threes. If it’s true Mulholland’s Stan Smith must have been increasing worried as tonight’s gig got closer to starting. After a breaking a guitar string just as he started playing live on local radio that morning and dropping an almost full drink in front of The Basement’s stage area in that lull between doors opening and music starting, what else could go wrong…? 1,383 more words
“The Bronze” – I’m starting to think “Bad Santa” will forever remain the high water mark for ultra-vulgar comedies about execrable people begrudgingly embracing decency. For every “Bad Santa” clone that boasts a few moments of inspiration (“Observe and Report,” for instance), there are a dozen or so (“Bad Teacher,” “Bad Words,” “We’re the Millers,” much of Melissa McCarthy’s output) that don’t work at all. 738 more words