A lot of people have apparently made up their minds about time travel. They pick Star Wars. They want spaceships and robots and lightsabers and intergalactic shenanigans. They’re stoked about living someplace other than earth although there really doesn’t seem to be that much to do and there appears to be a serious shortage of chicks. I don’t pretend to understand it. I find earth to have some groovy things going for it and, this is just me, but if I was forced to pick an alternate dimension, I’d pick Bedrock.
Your Basic Hollywood Square
“Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first person she sees, then teams with three strangers to kill again.”
The plot of The Wizard of Oz, as listed in the TV Times
I’m not big on Hollywood. The last movie I saw in the theater was Old Yeller. I ate Raisinets and Jujubes (when they tasted like medicine, not fruit). I’m not typically starstruck. I don’t follow movie types or actors, either literally or virtually. I only really watch sports on the TV, but like most Americans, I have 319 other cable stations, just in case.