The sun sets from cheek to cheek
Happy solstice!
spatch and I inaugurated the shortest night by walking out for ice cream and then returning to watch a bunch of music videos. I was infuriated to read before bed that the president of Warner Bros. Discovery cannot tell a hole in the ground from reasons not to dismantle TCM—aside from its importance to film history and preservation or its last sixteen years as a lifeline for me through life-derailing illness, it's a guaranteed moneymaker; people who otherwise couldn't want less from a cable TV package will pay for it. I am aware this is a familiar refrain. I'd rather just be singing to conjure summer in.

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It is ridiculous! I am hoping that Zaslav is not so high on his own supply that he cannot be made to understand what he will lose if he kills TCM, like the ability to walk anywhere in Hollywood without having rocks thrown at him.