Yearly Archives: 2003

We're still working on the Leonard Nimoy mystery.  My e-mail buddy Sam Tomaino remembers seeing the thing when it first aired — on a show, he says, that also featured the infamous Mrs. Miller singing "Lover's Concerto" and another segment where bikini-clad ladies danced to the tune, "Come On Down to My Boat."  He thinks the show was on NBC on a Friday night — possibly some short-lived summer replacement series.  If true, I can't figure out what it might have been.  In the meantime, some sources say that Nimoy's record came out in '68, not '69.  That broadens our search but it's still too late for Where the Action Is.  The hunt continues…

Who's out there fighting for the First Amendment these days?  According to this article, many of the surprisingly-potent combatants are librarians.  Yay, librarians!

Starting the day after tomorrow, the always-generous folks at Disney will let you download a complete Mickey Mouse cartoon (an early one) from their website.  See how valuable it is to come to this one?

Joseph Heller reportedly once said, "It's better to eat a large, mediocre meal than a small, good meal."  And if he didn't say that, he should have — especially if he ever ate at a Hometown Buffet.

I did, yesterday.  For reasons too boring to waste bandwidth on, I found myself lunching at one of them.  For 7 and a half bucks, I had all I could eat of what would probably pass for adequate food in a high school cafeteria.  And to be honest, I've had worst buffets in Las Vegas.  It was better than the Imperial Palace but not as good as Harrah's; kind of like the Excalibur but without the tasteful decor.

Actually, what made my Hometown Buffet experience rather pleasant was not the food but one of the gents who busses tables and gets you mustard when you need it.  He was a young black guy with a shaved head and he was awfully funny.  As people carrying dishes of fried chicken and pizza walked past him on their way back to their tables, he would point as if they'd made a grievous error and say, "Hey, you need more food on that plate."  (I saw one man, almost apologetically, go back and get more mashed potatoes in response.)  The fellow was telling little old ladies they needed their parents there — that is, they looked too young to be admitted without parental supervision — and as people exited, he'd yell after them, "You're not giving up now!?  There's chocolate pudding!  There's brownies!"

At one point, he spotted my dish of baked whitefish and rice and told me I needed more food on my plate.  I told him, "Don't worry.  By the time I'm finished, this place will be bankrupt."  With flawless comic timing, the guy did a perfect take and began running around to the other service folks yelling, "We have to go look for work!  We're going out of business!"

It might not sound like much here…but folks who went to that Hometown Buffet were just expecting a lot of heavily-breaded entrees; they didn't figure on a floor show.  If I owned a restaurant that served unspectacular meals, I'd try to find employees like that guy.  Because of him, everyone there had a pretty good time.  In spite of the food.

I've received a few theories about the origin of the Leonard Nimoy video but no final answer.  Whoever introduced the clip to the Internet apparently got it out of a BBC special on celebrity embarrassments, but we still don't know where they got it.  Some have guessed it was produced for an ABC series called Where the Action Is, which was on from June of '65 to March of '67.  It looks like the kind of thing that was done for that show but "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins" wasn't released until 1969 — on an album called "The Two Sides of Leonard Nimoy" and the accompanying single.  Several folks who know more about this kind of thing than I do say that based on Mr. Nimoy's hair, this must have been done either while he was still doing Star Trek or just after production ceased, because he soon changed his "look."  Star Trek ended in '69, about the time the record was coming out.  So the mystery continues.

I've also received my fourth TiVo, which is the first of their "Series 2" models, incorporating a faster processor and new features.  I sold my first TiVo to a local friend and will soon be doing the same with my second.  If you are a local friend of mine and are TiVoless and interested, let me know.  (I say "local" not to discriminate against non-Angelenos but because I don't want to deal with shipping one of these things.)

Programming notes: Bill Maher's new HBO show starts this Friday night.  The Game Show Network special on the guy who beat Press Your Luck for over a hundred grand airs March 16.

Go read Paul Krugman.  And let's look at how not everyone is viewing the Iraq issue the way you'd expect.  Here's a column by a conservative who thinks Bush is wrong.  And here's a column by a liberal who thinks Bush is right.

It's not quite as splendid as the legendary William Shatner performance of "Rocket Man" at that award show, but Leonard Nimoy did himself proud with a recording of "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins," which hauls Mr. Tolkien's characters into the world of 70's pop tunes.  Here's a video of the song as Nimoy performed it on…

…on…uh, I don't know.  This file has been ricocheting around the Internet for some time.  It seems to be available on at least three dozen websites, yet no one seems to know what TV show it's from.  The ladies dancing with him do not seem to be The Golddiggers, as some have guessed.  They look more to me like the female members of the Doodletown Pipers…or perhaps it's from the ABC series, Music Scene.  That show was on in '69, the same year Nimoy's record was first released.  (My other thought was Johnny Mann's Stand Up and Cheer, but that was 1971-1973 and I don't recall it ever doing location shoots.)  Does anyone know for sure?

[NOTE ADDED IN JULY, 2012: The original video link in this spot was to a clip with no identifying info attached. That link is defunct but here's a link to the same clip as posted years later on YouTube…]

The magazine Entertainment Weekly is now regularly covering the comic book scene.  It's a nice gesture but I have to wonder when I read this in an overview of Daredevil material…

"Essential Daredevil Vol. 1" collects his first 25 issues in cheap black and white, all of them snappily written by Lee but with distinctive art only thrice — No. 1, featuring Bill Everett's hard-boiled figurations, and Nos. 12 and 13, sinewy collaborations between Jack Kirby and John Romita.

Wally Wood and Gene Colan didn't provide distinctive art?  O-kaaaay…

I can absolutely understand how some Broadway buffs were unable to tolerate the new TV-Movie of The Music Man starring Matthew Broderick as Professor Harold Hill.  Robert Preston's mesmerizing performance was captured in a fine motion picture, and it can be tough to wrap your brain around another interpretation.  And though you want to be open to new interpretations, some versions are so embedded in our souls that…well, I found myself physically unable to listen to the new version of My Fair Lady with arrangements that sounded quite unlike the original.  Better or worse, it makes no never mind; it's just that some things comfort with their familiarity, and even an improvement can be jarring.  Just because it's different.  That isn't what went wrong here.

I've seen The Music Man many times on stage and long since stopped saying, "Well, he's no Robert Preston" about each new Professor Hill.  I figure, if that's going to be the criteria, we might as well stop doing this show altogether.  But I've liked other renditions and I was prepared to like Matthew Broderick, at least in a different way.  I tried — but ultimately, he lacked the charismatic charm and the devilish con-man twinkle that the part seems to demand.  He didn't even seem to have much going on behind his eyes.  I never got the feeling that his Harold Hill was up to anything beyond what came out of his mouth, or that he changed one bit when he decided to go straight.

Still, you have Broderick's likeability with that bulletproof script and those wonderful songs, many of them nicely staged.  Then add in the rest of the cast, especially Kristen Chenoweth, who played Marian the Librarian with a lot more ice and spunk than usual, and Molly Shannon as the mayor's wife, and I didn't have such a bad time.  If it does well and prompts more musicals on TV, it will have been well worth doing.  Maybe they can even do some where Matthew Broderick is a bit more appropriately cast — because he really is wonderful.  Just not in this.

Jerry Beck is a smart guy but I didn't know he was this smart.  (Note: That link currently redirects to a rave review of my book, Mad Art.  In a few days, that link will probably take you to a review Jerry has written of something else.  He may not be as smart about that.  The guy's watched a lot of cartoons, and we all know what that can do to your brain.)

Lately, my pick for the funniest/cleverest program on television would be The Daily Show With Jon Stewart.  In terms of sheer gutsy comedy, it makes Letterman, Leno and all the other late night guys look like Bob Hope performing in front of a president he just played golf with.  If you haven't watched it lately and you get Comedy Central, give it a peek.  One enormous source of humor has merely been to run clips of our president trying to explain something, and then cut to Stewart looking utterly stunned or aghast.  (Those who wish to convince me this is disrespectful of the presidency will have to show me proof they felt that way when TV comics were playing with that clip of Clinton denying he'd had sex with "that woman.")

All of the correspondents on The Daily Show are very funny, especially Stephen Colbert and Lewis Black.  The latter may well be the best "new" stand-up comedian of the last dozen years.  I laughed a lot at his recent commentary on protest demonstrations.  The Comedy Central website currently has it online but they make it beastly difficult to link directly to a clip.  If you have RealPlayer installed and if I've figured out how to do this correctly, this link should bring it up on your screen.  If it doesn't, go to the Comedy Central website, go to the page for The Daily Show, select "Featured Videos," then look for Lewis Black.  It's worth the scavenger hunt.

Here's an interesting nugget of TV history — a ticket to sit in the audience of the Steve Allen Tonight Show.  The year on this would be 1955 and the location is a building that's no longer at the northeast corner of Sunset and Vine in Hollywood.  It was an NBC studio building that had been built for radio and converted — not very well, some said — for television.  In the late fifties, NBC broke ground on the complex they now have in Burbank.  For a time, they did shows from both locations until they finally finished the new place in 1962.

Above is an old postcard of the NBC building at Sunset and Vine.  You can guess the age of this shot based on the cars passing by.  On the left, you can see just a smidgen of Wallach's Music City, which was the biggest record shop in Hollywood.  Up the street, you can see an ABC facility which later became TAV, the video studio that Merv Griffin later owned.  All of these are now gone.  The NBC complex later became a fancy bank building with a large fountain out front.

In the seventies, Steve Allen was doing one of his many talk shows from the TAV building (I think it had another name then) and for one stunt, Steve put on swim trunks, ran across the street and took a bath in the bank building's fountain, which they had graciously filled with suds for the occasion.  This just demonstrates how much talk shows have changed.  Today, if you worked for Dave or Jay or even Jimmy Kimmel and suggested they do something like that, you'd probably be fired on the spot.  The bank building now at Sunset and Vine is reportedly about to be replaced with something new.  There is also talk that NBC may soon abandon Burbank for a new facility to be built elsewhere.

A couple of other observations about that ticket: Even though the show was live to the East Coast, they apparently weren't too worried about filling the house.  They didn't tell people to get there an hour early, as most shows do these days.  They also weren't concerned about kids in the audience as long as they were over six.  I'm not sure why anyone would bring a ten-year-old to a TV show they'd probably never seen, but it was permitted.  Today, you have to be at least sixteen to see Jay, eighteen to see Dave, and they tape in the late afternoon.

Also, note that the show was not called The Tonight Show.  On the ticket, it's just Tonight, and Mr. Allen's name is not part of the title.  His successors all had their monikers appended to the name of the program but not Steverino.

Bob Ingersoll is an attorney, a writer and a columnist for Comics Buyer's Guide.  You can read some of his columns, which deal with the law — as practiced and depicted in comic books — here.

And he has another, somewhat more fleeting vocation.  He was a "Phone-A-Friend" on an episode of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?  It was taped last October but it appears this coming week.  (This is the syndicated version of the show, which runs at different times on different channels in different cities.)  Bob is aiding a friend of his named Tom Condosta, who was the on-camera contestant.  Tom uses one of his lifelines to phone Bob on the show which airs…

Well, we're not entirely certain when it airs.  Either Tuesday or Wednesday.  But one of those days, you'll get to hear Ingersoll.  I won't tell you whether he gets it right or not, but I think you can assume that Bob wouldn't be telling people about it if he'd cost a friend a bundle.

The infamous Sergio made a cameo appearance in yesterday's installment of the newspaper strip, Non-Sequitur.  Here's what it looked like.  (Thanks to Don Hilliard for the sighting.)

I don't know why we need terrorists.  We're doing a fine job terrorizing ourselves.

Students at Lee College in Baytown, Texas recently set the world's record for gathering together people wearing Groucho glasses.  While I'm sure we can all agree this is a worthwhile and important activity, it had its negatives.  One was the shocking revelation that a lot of college students have no idea who Groucho Marx was.  Read all about it.

Three different friends whose opinions I respect suggested I post, read or link to yesterday's remarks by Senator Robert Byrd about the prospect for war.  I don't have a load of respect for Senator Byrd, but that doesn't mean he's wrong about this.  So I've decided to read and link to what he said…

…and also to this bogus movie poster, courtesy of your friends and mine at MAD Magazine.

Among the many joys of today is that I am no longer subjected to a humiliating ritual of elementary school.  It was that on this holiday, we all had to buy valentines for everyone in our class, even of the same sex.

I guess it was someone's solution to the problem of avoiding the "Charlie Brown" problem of a kid not getting any, or not getting as many as someone else…or something.  But a week before 2/14, the teacher would pass out a list of all the students to everyone, and we all had to go out and buy those boxes of cheapo valentines (usually depicting cartoon characters) and address one to each of our classmates, including the ones whose guts we hated.  One year I remember, we had 36 students in my class, plus I needed one for the teacher and two for the teaching assistants.  I didn't need one for me, so that meant 38.

Unfortunately, the stores I went to that year didn't sell boxes of 38 or even 40.  They all seemed to be multiples of 25 or 30, which meant buying two boxes.  The extras were handy, though.  Not wishing to send another guy a card with the slightest romantic suggestion, I had to reject a lot of them.  If it said, "Will you be my valentine?", I could send it to a girl but not to another boy.  It was just too embarrassing.  If I'd given Louis Farrell the card that said, "Be My Valentine, Cutie," I'd still be hearing gay jokes.

Most of the other guys managed to find (or make) cards that just said "Happy Valentine's Day" to give to others of like gender — but somehow, even the year I bought an extra box, I didn't have enough non-sexual ones for the males in my class.  I had to sit there and decide which guy was going to get the one that said, "Let's Be Valentine Buddies."  It went to the one I figured was least likely to use it against me.  The card makers seem to have gotten hip to this dilemma and most of those I now see in stores are about as non-romantic as they can get and still pass the things off as Valentine's Day cards.

The teacher usually assigned a student to tally everyone's valentines and make sure no one got shorted.  If you were short — say, you didn't fill out one for dumb ol' Sidney Passey — you had to quickly hand-make one.  One year, a student enrolled in our class on 2/13 and everyone had to whip up a card for this kid who was darn near a total stranger to us.  I wrote on mine, "Happy Valentine's Day, Whoever You Are."

I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore.  Now, I look back and marvel at how the school system managed to take a neat idea like Valentine's Day, drain it of all its meaning and turn it into an ordeal.  But then, they did that with just about everything.