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Donut Reinvention

Friends,

Typecasting is inevitable. No matter how hard actors may try to distance themselves from the characters they play, one tends to stick with us. Keanu Reeves may play Neo (The Matrix) or John Wick (idem) but he will always be Ted “Theodore” Logan (excellent!). That said, some actors get away with more than others. Take Jason Bateman. He’s credible as either Marty Byrde (Ozark) or Pepper Brooks (Dodgeball). If you hadn’t made that connection before, I may have just ruined Ozark for you. Sorry, not sorry! As Cotton McKnight (ESPN ocho’s other narrator) might have put it, credibly playing different roles “separates the wheat from the chaff, the boys from the men and the awkwardly feminine from the possibly Canadian”. Speaking of Canadian over-actors, William Shatner has got the right idea. Whether as a law firm spokesperson or promoting a sleep disorder equipment cleaner, he seems to be leaning-in to the bombastic Priceline negotiator character that made him famous…  or was there a 1960’s sci-fi drama that got him noticed? Perhaps it was his singing career. If you have not seen his rendition of Elton John’s “Rocket Man”, I would encourage you to drop whatever you’re doing and watch it right now. Heck, even if you’ve already seen it, drop what you’re doing and watch it again (you know you want to). Still, there may be hope for reinvention. Take donuts. This week’s neighborhood food truck event introduced me to Dapper Donuts. Despite the seeming incongruence, once you see and taste the cute little pastries, it just makes sense. I highly recommend you buy a two dozen donut box, should you run across them in your 'hood.

Happy Friday!

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