I once heard Will Smith say that he wasn’t really more talented than the next guy, he just had a ridiculous work ethic. “When the other guy’s sleeping, he said, “I’m working.” So the other morning in that nasty a.m. hour I told you about before, the one where life seems so unworthy of my getting out of bed at all, Will Smith was the only reason I got up.
When I wrote about the Emmys a while back, I was sort of put out with Hollywood because I felt disdained by them – what with having voted conservative, um, ever. That post started quite the little discussion. But one friend didn’t comment at all – although she wanted to write something to the effect of, “Ah, Serenity is growing up!” because I was able to see anything other than