The Festival of Mediocrity


The festival was over, the boys were all plannin’ for a fall,
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall.
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin’ wheel shut down,
Anyone with any sense had already left town.
He was standin’ in the doorway lookin’ like the Jack of Hearts.

Marty winsOK, the festival is over for another year. May the pap of Little Miss Sunshine and other films of the same ilk never bother us again (but don’t hold your breath).

Mediocrity is a real problem for us. Perhaps Hollywood will just fade away now, there are signs that that might happen, but will that solve our problem?
I don’t think so.

The approaching mediocrity (well, it’s already here) lies in the millions of blogs that are gathering around us like so many latter-day Triffids. Most everybody now thinks they’ve got an opinion and, worse, that we want to hear it. Very few filters to protect us, a red raw rash of plagearism, and thousands more promises of fledgling identity production every day.

Can it get worse? Or can it only get better?

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