Friday Evening

No, I still haven't figured out who I'm going to vote for in the California Primary, perhaps because I still haven't decided if I should vote for the person I think would be the best President or the person I think would be the best candidate. If it's the latter, I'm concerned Mike Bloomberg can't attract the black vote and I'm wondering what the black vote for him is like in those polls that show him nine points ahead of Trump.

Bernie seems to be running strong but as others have noted, the Trump Attack Machine really hasn't turned its guns of him to tell us that if America elects Bernie, it will go Communist within two years and they'll take away everyone's freedom, chocolate, puppy dogs, Christianity and Netflix. I also think someone has to ask the question of what happens if Sanders becomes the candidate and experiences another heart attack like he did last October. Trump got a lot of mileage out of insisting Hillary was on the verge of death.

It's times like this I have to remember that my vote is not going to determine the outcome. As hard as it may be to believe, it might not even be one of the major factors.


Several of you are now sending me long essays recalling the first comic book you recall buying. If you want to, fine. I'll read 'em but please remember that I rarely post articles by anyone else on this blog — maybe one out every 500 I receive. Don't waste your time if you think I'm going to turn the floor over to you.


The transfer of my Randy Rainbow tickets last week went through the good offices of Ticketmaster. They are now sending me e-mails that tell me if I enjoyed Randy, I'm sure to enjoy tickets to see the Kings play the Clippers and/or the Celtics play the Lakers. Unless those teams are now made up of gay guys singing song parodies about Rudy Giuliani, I fail to see the connection.


I said earlier that the first Jay Ward show was Rocky and His Friends in 1959. Several of you wrote to ask, "What about Crusader Rabbit?" Yes, well, what about Crusader Rabbit? Jay was one of the producers but it wasn't his studio, his name wasn't on it, no one thinks of it in the same way as the real Jay Ward shows…


Lastly: The Ahmanson Theater in Downtown Los Angeles is mounting a new production of one of my favorite musicals, 1776, this summer and cheapo tickets are now on sale. Before you rush to scoop up any of them, you should know two things, one being that some of the dates overlap with Comic-Con in San Diego. So if you're going to that, as a good many readers of this blog are, that will impact which dates you can go see 1776.

Second thing: This new production is rumored to involve "non-traditional casting," which I guess means black and/or female performers playing the white guys who founded this country. I am all for casting the best actors available, regardless of race or gender, but maybe that doesn't work for every single show. It seems to me that the fact that anyone who wasn't male or white didn't have a seat at the table is one of the important parts of this play.

I am absolutely not condemning a production I haven't seen yet — which may not even have been fully cast yet — but I'm a bit skeptical. Since it's only a bit, I bought tickets but not expensive ones. At this link, you can procure seats for the clever price of $17.76 or slightly better ones, also at well below usual Ahmanson tariffs. They also have $17.76 tickets at Goldstar. Purchase at your own risk. I hope "non-traditional casting" doesn't give us a John Adams who is not the least bit obnoxious or disliked.

ASK me: My First Funnybooks

Joe Petchik wrote me to inquire…

I've seen you joke that you started reading comic books right out of the womb and that when the doctor spanked you, you dropped a copy of Mickey Mouse. But really, do you remember your first comic book? And when you began working in comics, did you work with any of the people who'd worked on that comic?

No to remembering my first but it was probably a Dell and it probably featured some cartoon character I already knew from TV. Might have been a Disney, might have been a Warner Brothers. I remember as a kid buying (or having my parents buy me) every comic book I saw with Hanna-Barbera characters or Jay Ward characters but I'm sure I was reading comics before 1957 when Ruff & Reddy (the first H-B show) debuted. The first Jay Ward show was Rocky and His Friends in 1959.

At one point, my folks gave me the money to send away for a year's subscription to the Dell Comic of my choosing, which cost an entire buck for twelve issues. I sent off the coupon for Looney Tunes and for some reason, they proceeded to send me the next dozen issues of Tom & Jerry. The error, which I guess is what it was, didn't bother me that much because I collected that comic, too. What did bother me was that subscription copies came folded.

When I began writing for Western Publishing on their Gold Key Comics in 1971 and later in the seventies when I ran the Hanna-Barbera comic book department, I worked with lots of people who'd produced Dell Comics in the fifties. That list would include Pete Alvarado, Karran "Kay" Wright, Dan Spiegle, Tom McKimson, Phil DeLara, Tony Strobl, Don R. Christensen, Del Connell, John Carey and Chase Craig.

I also became good friends for a time (and collaborated) with Alex Toth, and I know I read some of the Zorro comics he did under the Dell logo in the late fifties. (If you are baffled, as so many are, about the relationship between Dell Comics and Gold Key Comics, perhaps my greatest contribution to comic book fandom is to have explained it here.)

However, I can identify the first super-hero comic book I read. It was Action Comics #250, cover-dated March of 1959 although the copy I first read did not have a cover on it. It appeared on newsstands in January of '59 but I didn't buy or read the comic then. A year or so later, there was a charity-type bazaar at Westwood Elementary School, the place where you could then find me most weekdays. There were games and a big bake sale and in one room, an array of stuff for sale that looked not unlike a swap meet. There, I found for sale, bundles of comic books missing all or a third of their covers.

Comic book fans of my age or older will know what this was. They sold comic books in those days on newsstands which took them on a returnable basis. A newsstand got, say, twenty copies of the new World's Finest Comics and put them out for sale. At any point, though usually when the next issue of World's Finest came in, the newsstand could send back the unsold copies — including any that got damaged by kids pawing through the racks — for full credit. They only paid for what they sold.

The returns went back to the regional distributor. In a few cities, those distributors would yank out the damaged books and ship the still-sellable ones overseas to certain distributors there to sell. In all cities, books that would remain officially unsold would be made unsellable by having crews — and this was done mainly by hand — tear the covers off the comics. In some cases, they'd just tear off the top third of the cover containing the title logo and issue number. The covers or partial covers would go to the national distributor to prove the books were not sold; ergo, the distributor didn't have to pay for them either.

The remainder of each comic was supposed to be pulped but in truth, a lot of them were sold unscrupulously through various outlets either coverless or with the partial covers. Some newsstands and second-hand bookstores had them. People sold them at swap meets. In San Diego, there was a used book shop where at any given time, you could go in and select from thousands of recent coverless comics for a nickel each or 25 for a dollar. And in various shops that were not unlike today's Dollar Tree or 99-Cents-Only shops, you could buy bundles of these comics — sealed in plastic bags or tied-up with twine — for similar cut rates.

The problem with those bundles of course is that you could usually only see the top comic in each bundle and you didn't know what else you were purchasing. If you bought ten bundles, you might get them home and find out that they all had the exact same books with a different one in first position. Or you might get a bundle with a lot of comics that you already had or didn't want to read no matter how cheap they were.

That day at the Westwood Elementary School Bazaar, I bought one bundle because it had a Woody Woodpecker comic or a Daffy Duck or something like that showing. And that's how I got my first super-hero comic book — that Action Comics #250.

I knew Superman from the George Reeves TV show and also from the old Paramount cartoons on local TV. I liked Superman and I can't really tell you why I hadn't bought his comic books before then. But I read that comic, liked it and soon was buying super-hero comics to the point of crowding out the "funny" comics that had previously made up my collection.

I even went to the extreme of hauling my boxes of Bugs Bunny and Donald Duck to a local second-hand bookstore where you could trade them in on a two-for-one deal. For every 100 Disney comics, I could take home 50 Batman or Superman books. I even found a copy of Action Comics #250 with a cover. Many years later, I would start buying replacement copies of the books I'd traded-in.

In the meantime, I bought super-hero comics from the used book stores and new ones off the comic book rack. I'm fairly sure the first one I bought new was Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #45 with a cover date of June 1960. It came out in April of that year.

So that Action #250 was my first. As for working with the folks who worked on it: Curt Swan drew the cover. I got to spend time with Curt and get to know him but several times when he was about to draw something I'd written, he got yanked away for another assignment so that never happened. The Superman story in that issue was written by Bill Finger (I met him briefly) and drawn by Wayne Boring (Never worked with him but we exchanged mail).

In the back of the comic was a story of Congorilla, written by Robert Bernstein and drawn by Howard Sherman, neither of whom I ever knew. There was also a Tommy Tomorrow story written by Otto Binder and drawn by Jim Mooney. I never met Otto but I'm proud that I got to know Jim Mooney and work with him on a few things. He was a terrific guy, a terrific artist and very, very prolific. Every so often when we were talking or having dinner together, I would say to myself, "This is the guy who drew that Tommy Tomorrow story you read when you were eight years old." It's still a little hard for me to accept that that was humanly possible.

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Sid & Marty

Our pal Matt Hurwitz wrote a nice piece on Sid and Marty Krofft for Variety. You have no idea what an experience it was to work for that company.

Today's Video Link

My favorite one-man singing group, Julien Neel, favors us with a very old song written a few years ago by Randy Newman. Notice that when you're the one with the red tie, you get to sing lead…

My Latest Tweet

  • If I were Pete Rose, I'd hurry and get a bet down on whether or not I'm going to finally get into the Hall of Fame.

My Latest Tweet

  • Apparently, not only could Trump shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and not lose any votes but anyone who shows loyalty to him could do it and not spend a day in prison.

Political Stuff

So today, everyone's saying Biden is through and they were saying that about Elizabeth Warren a week or two ago. Yeah, it looks that way but we forget that in primaries, lots of folks have their moment of inevitability either way. There was a moment not that long ago when Rick Santorum, Herman Cain, Newt Gingrich and Michele Bachmann all looked like the presumptive Republican nominee. Someone should dig up that clip of Newt on Fox News explaining why, mathematically, no one could possibly beat him…and then he didn't even come in second or third.

Yeah, it looks bad for Biden but I think two primaries in small states is too soon to count anyone out. I'm not saying he'll get the nomination or he won't; just that it looks less likely than it did a few weeks ago. I'm sensing that we will soon have a moment when Mike Bloomberg looks like he has a lock on it…and it may turn out to be like Newt's unstoppability.

I still haven't decided who I'm going to vote for in the California primary. I'm leaning Bernie but I can't help but think that the label "Socialist" — and to a lesser extent, his recent heart problems — gives the Trump Slander Machine way too much to work with.

In the meantime, if you're panicked that Trump can't be beat, read this piece by Josh Marshall and note that it was posted before the results from New Hampshire. It references the Quinnipiac Poll, which is one of the ones I tend to trust. (The rule is that if you trust the poll when it tells you things you want to believe, you also have to trust it when it tells you things you don't want to believe. I think Quinnipiac is a good indicator either way.) Here's an excerpt from Marshall's piece for those of you too lazy to click over and read the whole thing…

Quinnipiac has head to head match ups with Democrats. All the top candidates beat Trump by significant margins. Bloomberg 51-42, Sanders 51-43, Biden 50-43. There's a lot of information that tells us that President Trump can definitely win reelection. But these numbers all point to an incumbent who has an uphill climb at best. And at least for now there's little evidence suggesting a really different situation than we've had to date.

They also certainly suggest that if you think Sanders is a weak general election candidate that must be based on the predicted effects of attacks that have yet to happen. Because 51-43 is pretty solid.

It is but I think Sanders is the perfect guy for a Trump rallying cry of "He will bring us Communism and destroy the America we love" which will motivate Trump's base and the squishy folks who aren't quite solidly within it. And yes, I agree that winning this year is less about peeling people off from your opponent's base than it us about attracting Undecideds.

Still, "defining your opponent" (i.e., lying about him or her) would be much harder to do that with Mayor Pete (as those who don't know how to pronounce "Buttigieg" call him) or Bloomberg. Both have their weak points but even Trump can't convince his followers that the ninth-richest person in the nation is a Commie.

And I really need to see and hear more about Amy Klobuchar. Maybe we all do.

From the E-Mailbag…

An old e-mail pal of mine, Mark Bernstein, sent me this…

Here's my theory, based on my own experience. Watching the Oscar telecast used to be a must-do for me, but I didn't watch this year. Part of the appeal was being among the first to know who won. I don't need to watch the show for that any more – I can just look it up online, even checking in a couple of times during the evening to see winners lists updated in real time.

For hosts, Jon Stewart was a draw for me, as were Johnny Carson and Bob Hope in years past. Neil Patrick Harris was also appealing, but a much bigger draw for the Tonys (which, admittedly, I watch every year no matter what). But you're right, the host alone doesn't matter much.

I'm also less invested because I go out to movies less often these days, and so haven't seen, well, just about anything. The closest I came to seeing any major nominee was screenplay nominee Knives Out. This year, even the categories I normally have covered were more obscure to me, as I'd only seen three of the Animated Feature nominees and two of the Visual Effects nominees. I find I can be perfectly content waiting a few months to a year and watching most movies at home on my 65" screen.

For those reasons, I'm guessing the ratings will continue to decline.

I think you're right, Mark, but I'll add on that I think one of the reasons we used to watch the Oscars was that it was a live show and there was the very real chance that something unplanned would happen.

Someone would streak, someone would cuss, someone would fall on their ass, someone would have an emotional breakdown, someone would stage a political protest…something unexpected and you didn't want to miss it. I also think that when Saturday Night Live started up, it had a real sense of danger about it and you didn't want to not be watching the night someone said the F-word or flashed some naked body part or the set fell over.

We don't worry these days about missing a live moment. If someone on the Oscars mooned the camera, there would be ninety clips of it on YouTube within twenty minutes. Matter of fact, a perfectly fine way to watch the Academy Awards — in many ways far better than sitting through a three-hours-and-twenty-minutes show — is just to watch highlights online.

That may be Reason Numero Uno that the ratings ain't what they used to be; that and the fact that so many nominations are for movies we didn't see. Somewhere out there, there are folks whose job it is to boost those ratings and it must be frustrating to them that they can't control what gets nominated and who wins.

But I think television really changed when most of us got VCRs and gained the ability to tape a show, watch it when we wanted to (or over and over) and to fast-forward through the dull parts. And it changed a lot more when enough of it became available the next day on the Internet.

Today's Video Links

Almost two years ago, a reader of this site sent me the link to the first video below.  It's from a production of Little Shop of Horrors and I thought the design and puppetry of Audrey II in this was the best I'd ever seen.  Take a look and see if you don't agree…

I posted it here and asked, "Who built this puppet? Who's working it? Who's doing the voice?" It's taken a while but thanks to some helpful readers of this site and a bit of online detective work, I think I have the answer.

The puppet was built by Dennis Lancaster of Intermission Productions in Tracy, California. And he did a great job on it. The puppeteer who did such an amazing job of operating seems to have been a performer named Kyle Richlin and it may have been an actor named Daniel Simpson as the voice of The Plant. Whoever it was, he was also terrific.

In the meantime, if you're planning on staging Little Shop of Horrors in your school or theater or den and you want to rent the best danged puppets I've ever seen for your presentation, here's a little commercial for Intermission Productions. I don't know what they charge but they probably won't demand your last drop of blood…

Thursday is Krofft Day in Hollywood

This Thursday, February 13, my occasional employers Sid and Marty Krofft receive a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. The ceremony commences at 11:30 AM at 6201 Hollywood Boulevard, right in front of the Funko Store. Like all of these ceremonies, you can attend but you might not secure a good place to stand unless you get there early.

There will be celebrities including some cast members from The Brady Bunch Variety Hour and it wouldn't surprise me if H.R. Pufnstuf himself put in an appearance. I'm not sure if I can get there but there will be a live video simulcast on this page and usually, they leave it up to be replayed after the event. These two wonderful men have been responsible for countless memorable TV programs and for me being able to buy a house. Somehow, I think the star is for just the former.

Oscar Ratings

Let's consider this for a moment…

Without a host or a great deal of pizzazz, ABC's telecast of the Academy Awards reached its smallest audience ever of 23.6 million viewers. The Nielsen company said Sunday night's audience was down 20 percent from a year ago. The previous low-water mark for the Oscars was the 26.5 million people who watched in 2018.

In years past when the ratings were down, we always heard a very simple explanation for this: Blame the host. The host wasn't a draw. People didn't want to tune in because they weren't thrilled by the the choice of host. The host failed somehow. I guess the reason this year is that viewers didn't like the fact that there was no host.

I would like to advance the theory that the host doesn't matter and has never really mattered much. Once upon a time, one of the top-rated shows of each year was the annual Miss America pageant. There are probably many reasons why it's no longer on a major network and it has about as many viewers as it has contestants…but clearly, we just don't care that much about it these days. I think people just aren't as interested in awards shows, especially ones that lack superstar performances. I don't think the Oscars will ever go away (or to Basic Cable) but maybe some of the pretentiousness could. Or should.

Today's Video Link

Two men sing "Seventy-Six Trombones" from The Music Man with zero trombones — or any other musical instruments…

Let's Talk About Bob Kane

I cut a joke about Bob Kane out of the previous post. I thought it was funny yesterday morning when I posted it but by nightfall, it seemed like something people could view as mean. I have a number of mixed feelings about Bob but none of them make me want to be mean to him or his memory.

As I wrote here and other places, I knew Bob — not a close association but I certainly spent a lot of hours talking with him. He didn't seem to care about others in the comic book field very much but he did like to talk about himself and that's more fun when you have an audience. I've always been a good audience for people in the comic book field, especially those responsible for the comics I read as a kid.

There's no question that Bob got too much credit for Batman but in the rush to give credit to folks like Bill Finger and Jerry Robinson, a few folks out there may be too eager to undercredit Bob. Last year, a lady called me from a very prestigious magazine and asked me if I'd be so good as to help her vet or "fact-check" an article on Batman written by a so-called expert. I'm fairly sure the article has never been published and that may be because I (and maybe others) told her that many assertions in it were wrong or at least not supported by any evidence.

The first one went something like this: "Fans of Batman have been stunned to learn that Bob Kane, long hailed as the brilliant artist who created Batman, never drew a single panel of the Caped Crusader's comic book." That is not so…the part about him never drawing, I mean. Bob did not draw well and Bob did not draw for long…but he definitely drew until he had the clout and a contract that allowed him to live well while others slaved over their drawing boards.

The next assertion was that he really had nothing whatsoever to do with the creation of Batman. Again, not so. One can argue that there would have been no such character without Bill Finger but that doesn't mean Bob contributed nothing. And when one is condemning the anonymity and other wrongs forced upon Finger, one should not make it seem like this only happened to people if they collaborated with Bob Kane. The industry and others in it did this to lots of people.

This is admittedly not a great defense of Robert "Bob" Kane but that industry should get some of the blame. Sometimes in comics, alone or with others, you come up with something that's extremely successful and extremely lucrative. There's something dangerous about a profession that makes you think that to achieve any sort of fame and fortune for it, you have to try and grab everyone else's fame and fortune.

Joker! Joker! Joker!

I have still not seen the Joker movie. I have a DVD screener of it that I could pop in any time but this feels to me like a film that should be seen in a theater…and when one is in the mood for a certain intensity that I can only take on certain occasions. I'll get to it but I'm never in a hurry to see any movie these days. I can't recall the last picture I couldn't take my time getting around to.

Still, I was glad to see the film get a little love if only because the names of Bill Finger and Jerry Robinson got on the screen last night and they've also been mentioned in some of the press for the movie. Their roles in the creation of the greatest villain ever in comics have never been properly acknowledged, nor have many other contributions to the Batman mythos.

They deserve it…as Rob Salkowitz explains in this news story this morning.

The Four-Timers Club

Last night, Cynthia Erivo did not win an Oscar.  She was up for two — Best Lead Actress and Best Original Song — and won neither. If she had, she would have entered the rare category known as "EGOT" — a person who's won an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar and a Tony Award. There are a number of people, including Lin-Manuel Miranda, Lily Tomlin and Hugh Jackman who are only one award away from that status.

Six people — Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli, James Earl Jones, Alan Menken, Harry Belafonte and Quincy Jones — have achieved EGOT but at least one of their awards was of the honorary/special variety so some might say they don't count. Going just by competitive awards, fifteen people have won at least one of each. Wanna guess who they are? Jot down your answers and then you can check those answers in this article. You will not get them all.