If any opinion in the comic strip world approaches unanimity, it's that Walt Kelly was a great cartoonist and that Pogo was a great comic strip.  Those who know it love it.  Those who don't know would love it if only they knew it.  Even as a small kid, too unseasoned to understand every word of its unique dialect, I could tell it was funny.  You just look at it and you can see it's full of funny characters with funny expressions and funny postures, so I just assumed that if I could ever understand everything those funny characters were saying, it too would be funny.  Well, it was.  It was also profound and insightful and even, at times, poetic.  Walter Crawford Kelly was not only a cartoonist, he was a poet.  And a song writer.  And even a singer of his own silly songs.

He proved this with a 1956 book and record album, Songs of the Pogo, both filled with wonderful tunes, some of which he sings.  Want to hear a sample?  If you have Windows Media Player installed, click here and you'll hear Mr. Kelly himself vocalizing "Go-Go Pogo" in its two-minute entirety.  Then click here and go to the website of Parasol Records, where you can purchase — for a paltry twelve bucks — the new CD reissue of Songs of the Pogo, complete with previously-unreleased Pogo tracks, including rehearsal sessions, and some of Kelly's other records that weren't included on the album.

I've played my copy of the LP record over and over and over.  Now, I get to play the CD over and over and over.  You will, too.

The funniest thing I've seen on the web lately is this.  If you think you get an error message, look again.

Posting here may be light for the next day or three, but I wanted to link to this article about the Death Penalty.  If you're interested in the topic, this one's well worth a read.

Also: Over at Cartoon Research, Jerry Beck is giving away 16mm prints of those rotten Popeye cartoons made in the sixties.  They're free, but if I were you, I'd hold out for a better deal.  Within three weeks, Jerry will be paying people to take them.  A much better deal is this link he provides today.  It's to a wonderful site that displays advertising artwork done by Theodore "Dr. Seuss" Geisel.  Good stuff, and it's also free.

This coming week, the PBS series Great Performances is airing Kiss Me, Kate — a taping of the London company of the revival that opened in New York in 2000.  I enjoyed this version all three times I saw it — twice in New York, once in L.A.  The touring company that hit Los Angeles featured Rachel York, who was in the London production (and is in what PBS is airing) and who is fabulous in this and everything she does.  You can find out all about this broadcast and even view online clips here.

They've just released the complete third (and for my money, best) season of the M*A*S*H TV show on DVD.  This is the year that ends with Henry Blake getting on that helicopter and sailing off into sitcom history and oblivion at the same time.  You can purchase this splendid collection from the Amazon folks by clicking here.  And while you're at it, feel free to order the first season and the second season.  These DVDs come with an option to turn off the laugh track, for which we have Great Britain to thank.  Unlike CBS, the British TV broadcasters wanted to run the show without any artificial guffaws, so Twentieth-Century Fox never did a composite audio track.  On their master copies, they kept the laughs on separate channels so they could strike off prints with or without.  "Without" is much better.

But forget about that; let's discuss that DVD cover.  Maybe my memory is failing but wasn't McLean Stevenson a lot taller than Gary Burghoff?  Wasn't that part of the charm of those two men working together?  For that matter, wouldn't the cover scene be funnier if the two guys were back-to-back but their backs didn't line up?  And while we're at it, might not the cover be more appealing if Mr. Burghoff's head weren't so obviously pasted onto someone else's body?  (Matter of fact, it wouldn't surprise me if that's a woman's body.)  Add to this the fact that the entire pose is out of character for Henry Blake and Radar, as well as the mood of the series, and you have to wonder what — if anything — was going through the brain of whoever designed this sucker.  They should have put him on that helicopter.

Why hasn't there been more outcry over this?  From a recent issue of the Washington Post…

That most lamentable duct tape suggestion last week by a Homeland Security official — which drove countless panicked citizens out to buy the product — has been widely derided as useless and pretty crazy.  But maybe not so crazy.  Turns out that nearly half — 46 percent to be precise — of the duct tape sold in this country is manufactured by a company in Avon, Ohio.  And the founder of that company, that would be Jack Kahl, gave how much to the Republican National Committee and other GOP committees in the 2000 election cycle?  Would that be more than $100,000?

For the full story, click here.

In 1950, the musical Gentlemen Prefer Blondes debuted on Broadway and the tradition of the Gypsy Robe was born.  A chorus boy named Bill Bradley (presumably no relation to the basketball player-turned-Senator) started it, creating a "lucky robe" from a dressing gown donated by the one of the chorus girls.  Since Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was a hit, Bradley wanted to transfer some of that good fortune on to friends in the choruses of other new shows.  He passed the robe on to a friend in the next show to open on Broadway, which was Call Me Madam.  It was another hit — possibly because of Ethel Merman and a terrific score, but more likely due to that robe.

Since then, with few exceptions, the superstition has persisted for the Broadway openings of shows with a line of "gypsies" (i.e., a singing-dancing chorus).  Opening night, everyone gathers on stage an hour before curtain and a robe is presented by a representative of the last show to open.  There are all sorts of rules and rituals, and the Gypsy Robe has a glorious history which you can read about here.

Have you always dreamed of having lunch with Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island?  Well, there's still time to get a bid in for this auction.  It's a private harbor cruise with the lovely Dawn Wells, complete with sumptuous buffet and autographed photos, and it's for a good cause.  As I write this, it's up to eight hundred bucks.

For those of you keeping score in The Great Disney-Pooh Battle, the Mouse just lost another inning.  Here are the bloody details.

The Rio Suites Hotel in Las Vegas is one of my favorite places to stay, and it's trying something new and amazingly controversial.  In the past, its cocktail waitresses were hired mainly for their ability to look cute in the skimpy server outfits.  Beginning soon, they will not be "cocktail waitresses" at all.  They will be "bevertainers" (someone actually invented that word) who will not only serve watery drinks to gamblers but will sing and dance and put on little musical numbers from time to time.  This idea — detailed here — could be kinda fun, but it's already upsetting casino patrons for whom the whole point of gambling is to have a voluptuous lady with her top or bottom protruding bring you a free Bloody Mary.  They fear the bevertainers will be selected for their singing instead of their measurements, and will be too busy performing to protrude.  (Hey, folks — it's just one hotel out of around a hundred.  Go somewhere else to see women in humiliating outfits.)

Jim Hill is a very smart, perceptive guy…and as regular visitors to this site know, I don't throw around such compliments easily.  No, you have to write a real positive review of something I wrote in order to warrant such reciprocity.  But as it happens, Jim's website proves my point.  He has a lot of savvy, informative essays there, primarily about various aspects of the monolith known as Disney.  There are some good pieces about the politics of managing the theme parks.  There's a great article about Walt's relationship with Richard Nixon.  Oh, yeah — and there's a rave about this site and my much-touted book, Comic Books and Other Necessities of Life.  But don't dwell on that.  Browse all over jimhillmedia.com — a fun place to be.

An article that used to be posted on this site detailed my lustings for the barbecue served in the once-vast chain of Love's Barbecue Restaurants.  It caused many fans of their cuisine to write me, if only to seek out a soulmate and share recollections of the great beans.

A mere handful of Love's Restaurants remain, none of them convenient to me.  The one in Indonesia is especially hard to get to.  So for a time, a nice gent at the Love's company has been selling me cases of their sauce, which I use in my feeble attempts at cooking.  Better than nothing.

I must not have been the only person interested in this because they are now selling bottles of Love's Barbecue Sauce on their website.  A nice U.P.S. man brought me my latest crate of twelve this afternoon.  Knowing that some folks are militant about barbecue sauces, I am only recommending this to those of you already familiar with the taste of Love's.  Their sauce is sweet and mild, and may not titillate your senses the way it delights mine.

Their site also proclaims that they will soon be selling Love's Beans mail order.  The minute they do, I'll buy a supply and let you know if they're as good as they were in the restaurants.  I almost hope they aren't, because this could get expensive.

Just spent an hour browsing a spectacular website called Yesterland, which amasses photos and facts about things that used to be at Disneyland but ain't there no more.  If that kind of thing sounds interesting to you, you'll spend at least an hour of your life there.  It's as much fun as a trip to Disneyland, and you don't have to wait in very long lines, spend nineteen bucks for a cheeseburger or risk getting trampled by a dwarf.

I thought the first episode of Bill Maher's new HBO show was terrific.  It was funny, some genuine issues were discussed, and it held my attention for the entire hour, which neither Jay nor Dave have done for a long time.  I am, however, skeptical that it will do well.  There's always been something dislikeable about Maher.  He's very smart and he makes me laugh but I wouldn't want to hang around the guy.  That side of him was held somewhat in check on Politically Incorrect but now that he's free to ratchet up his mean side, I can't imagine America wanting to spend a lot of time with him, either.  You have to really work to have Ann Coulter on your show and still come off as the angriest person on the premises.  I hope I'm wrong, and that Real Time With Bill Maher will be on for a real long time.  I don't like him but I like watching him.

What has Sergio Aragonés been doing lately?  Well, today he had lunch at the Magic Castle with Len Wein, Marv Wolfman, Geoff Johns, and me.  Then he went to the art supply shop to buy some erasers.  Then he stopped at a market to get some cheese.  Oh — and with a little help from his demon Webmaster (m.e.) he finally got some content on his website, www.sergioaragones.com.  Go visit the world's fastest (and probably most-honored) cartoonist in his new Internet habitat.  If nothing else, check out the "Ask Sergio" page where he'll be answering important queries.  In the months to come, there'll be even more goodies there.

There have been many books on how to animate, most of which aren't all that helpful.  For the basics of the kind of animation that involves pencils and a lot of paper, no one has ever beaten the Preston Blair books — a couple of slim, low-priced volumes prepared many decades ago for a series sold in art stores.  Mr. Blair was a great animator who worked for Disney (on Fantasia) and for Tex Avery at MGM.  Here's a link to a website that lets you study some of his lessons on-line — including viewable animations.

Those selfless folks at Disney are giving away a free download of a vintage Mickey Mouse cartoon for the PC.  The catch?  You have to register for their site, and the cartoon will only play until March 7.  If you want to do this anyway, here's the link.

The episode of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? with the call to Bob Ingersoll got bumped.  Seems the producers decided to rearrange the airdates so that they could get a million-dollar win on during an important ratings period.  The one where Bob's friend called him is now scheduled to air March 4.  Final answer.

Here's a plug for my new book.  It won't be out for a few more months but I figured I might as well start hectoring you now.  Consider yourself hectored to purchase…

My friend Vince Waldron (whose website on classic situation comedies you should also visit) suggests I tell you that the Preston Blair books on animation are still in print.

How to Animate Film Cartoons and Cartoon Animation are the two main ones.  They feature wonderful artwork which you'll recognize, not only because some of it appeared in classic cartoons, but because beginning cartoonists are always copying from these books.  I can't tell you how many times I've seen the drawing of the cute pig in ads, murals, amateur comic strips, etc.  The books also explain the principles of animation in clear, easy-to-understand language.

Cartoon Animation (The Collector's Series) is a fancier compilation of material from both books.  I'm not sure if it contains anything that isn't in the other two, but it may.  The Blair books have been packaged and repackaged so many times that I've lost track of what's in what edition, and my copies of the first two are very old, anyway.

Among animators and cartoonists of a certain generation, these volumes are sacred.  Very few folks who got into the business — or just messed around with the art form — weren't inspired by what Mr. Blair committed to paper.  Even in the era of computer animation, there's still much to be learned from him.