Someone who calls himself "Norm" wrote to ask me…

I'm from Cincinnati, Ohio. When I walk into a store in Cincinnati and see someone wearing a mask, I wonder: "Where did that get that mask?"

Stores are all out. Online stores are out. Where they are taking orders, like Amazon, shipping time is mid-May to June.

What's more, health workers are having to reuse masks and ppe and officials are stating that they need them more than the public. So where did you get your mask, Mark?

I went up and robbed Clayton Moore's grave. No, really, mine came from under my bathroom sink. About ten years ago when I was having some work done on my house, I bought a box of masks because I didn't want to inhale sawdust or dirt or other things that got kicked up into the air by the workers. When the current panic commenced and I realized I should have a mask for visits out of my house, I dug under the sink and found the box with two left in it and it said they were good for stopping germs and things of that nature.

The bands on them were kind of flimsy and didn't make the tightest seals so I replaced the rubber ones with cloth strips with Velcro® so I could adjust the fit. I wore one to my doctor's office and he inspected it and said it was fine. Sometimes, you get lucky. I also found four full-sized bottles of hand sanitizer under there and three pocket-sized ones which I was given at various comic conventions where I was a guest. I have shared these with a couple of neighbors.

Things are peaceful here in the Fortress of Solitude. I'm behind in watching Seth Meyers, Stephen Colbert and last night's Bill Maher because, while I very much admire what those gents are doing at this time, I find I'm happier when I don't think that much about Donald "I get all the credit for everything good that happens on my watch and everything bad that happens is someone else's fault" Trump.

Last night, I got a food delivery from a local restaurant I've always wanted to try and never will again.

The cats are fine. Here are Lydia and Murphy sleeping almost side by side, oblivious to what's going on all around them…

Must be nice. Actually, I have nothing to complain about apart from all these people getting sick and dying in far greater numbers than could have happened under competent leadership. When I accidentally caught a smidgen of news, Lindsey Graham seemed to be arguing that the last thing we should do is to have committees investigate what went wrong here. He probably wants to instead look into Hunter Biden's finances or at least hold the twenty-ninth round of hearings on Benghazi because, you know, four Americans died in that attack.

And that's as snarky/political as I'm going to get right now. The less I stew over that stuff, the better I am right now. I think I'll link to a lot of fun stuff this weekend. We could all use a lot of fun stuff.

Penn & Teller and a lot of their friends around the world show us The Ambitious Card…

Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber has decided to make a number of his musicals available on YouTube…but here's the catch: Only for 48 hours and as I post this, eleven of them have already passed.

Here for a limited time only is the 2000 revival of his 1991 show, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat starring Donny Osmond, Maria Friedman, Richard Attenborough and Joan Collins. Next week, we get the 2012 rock musical Jesus Christ Superstar featuring Tim Minchin, the Melanie C (of the Spice Girls) and Chris Moyles…

Here's my buddy Bob Bergen critiquing other folks attempting to do the cartoon voices he does, most of which are Bob channeling Mel Blanc.  We had Bob on The Garfield Show a couple times and he was quite good at inventing brand-new voices on demand, as well.  The thing to remember about Bob and someone like him who does "second generation" performances of pre-existing characters is that it's not about mimicry.  The good ones — the ones who do major characters — are actors first and impersonators second.

Bob is also one of the best teachers of his art, which is why his classes have waiting lists longer than the lines outside Costco to purchase toilet paper. You can see in this video how well he has mastered the art of saying something constructive and encouraging about performances of varying quality.

I wonder how many of those demonstrating their talents here are aspiring to actually someday get hired to do Porky or Tweety professionally or if they're just out to imitate the voices to amuse their friends and show-off. There's a big difference. I've met lots of folks who could do a great Bugs Bunny when all it meant was repeating a few lines they heard Mel do in some cartoon. That's fine but the guy they hire to do the wabbit professionally needs to be able to, first of all, do Bugs speaking lines that Mr. Blanc never uttered. My friend Greg Burson was Bugs for a while and he was called upon to do Bugs with an Irish accent, Bugs with a Swedish accent, Bugs with a German accent…

And also, a pro has to be able to sustain the voice over many hours at what could be a very long recording session. I'm really good at juggling three balls for around ten seconds…enough to entertain my friends, not enough to be a professional juggler.

If you're interested in getting into doing voices for animation, there's a lot to be learned from this video. You might also see if you can get into Bob's class one of these years. The wait is so long that by the time you're accepted, you may actually be able to leave your house…

We reported that the great delicatessen in Beverly Hills, Nate 'n Al's, had closed. This is true but it may still have a future. The owners have released this statement. I didn't correct the odd sentence that's missing a word or two…

The media has incorrectly reported that Nate 'n Al's is "gone forever." As we originally stated, we couldn't fully guarantee the safety of both our customers and employees for take-out and delivery during this pandemic we have chosen to cease that service. Our current lease is expiring shortly and we have encountered major difficulties with the city of Beverly Hills who would have been our new landlord on Canon Drive. It is the intention of the current ownership to get through this crisis like every other restaurant and make the right decisions at the right time. Our goal is to keep the Nate 'n Al's tradition alive.

I hope it returns in some form and that that form is close to what it was. I'll settle for the same potato salad.

But I'm skeptical. Restaurants I like have a way of closing, promising to return soon and then never being seen again. And once in a while when they do return, it's in name only. Cassell's Hamburgers went away and came back as a place called Cassell's that serves burgers and is decorated with its old signage…but it's as much like the old place as the new Hawaii Five-O resembled the original Hawaii Five-O. A restaurant is more than the name and a few of its recipes.

What unfortunately will never come back even if Nate 'n Al's does is something that had already gone away. You used to be able to go to breakfast there and see Doris Day at one table, Jan Murray at another, George Burns at a third. People like that. Larry King was there every day for years and when he became a partner in another deli in Beverly Hills, he still sometimes showed up at Nate 'n Al's.

My two favorite Nate 'n Al's moments…one came when Sergio Aragonés and I had lunch there with a notable film actor who wanted to acquire the rights to Groo the Wanderer for a live-action movie he would direct. It was one of those great meetings that led to nothing, as so many meetings do, but it was memorable because Harvey Korman was dining alone in the booth right next to us.

I knew Harvey a bit and he joined in on our meeting without being invited to do so or even changing seats. He just leaned across the little divider between his table and ours and began listening to what was being said and offering unsolicited ridiculous suggestions about a story about which he knew nothing. ("You should put a duck in it. People love ducks. And every movie needs to have a scene where somebody says, 'You can't talk to me like that!'")

The agent of the actor-director was also sitting with us and she politely asked Mr. Korman to leave us alone. Mr. Korman replied that he would gladly leave us alone if we promised him a part in the movie. We promised him a part in the movie and he said, "Fine" and went back to his pastrami sandwich. I guarantee you that if that movie had been made in his lifetime, Harvey Korman would have been in it somewhere.

The other favorite moment was when I had brunch there with a man I consider one of the five-or-so greatest comic actors who ever lived…maybe one of the three-or-so. His name was Phil Silvers and I think I'll save that story for another post in the coming week.

Lots of neat stuff is turning up on the Internet these days to keep us shut-ins entertained. Here's a video from "Sondheim Unplugged," which is a long-running, performed-occasionally revue in New York at Feinstein's 54 Below. The idea as I understand it is to strip down Mr. Sondheim's songs to just a singer and a piano so as to focus on the melodies and lyrics, and to make the show cheap enough to turn a profit. The songs vary as do the singers.

The title card on this video says this is from Sunday, March 29 but I think this is some sort of rebroadcast on that date of an earlier show. I don't think these people all crowded into a New York cabaret room, sans masks and gloves, last Sunday…

I told you back here that the Ahmanson Theater here in Los Angeles was staging a new production of the musical 1776 this summer and gave you a link for cheapo tickets — a link I'd used myself. Many of you also purchased tickets so you've probably received or will receive notices that it and some other plays there are being postponed. Plays are being postponed or canceled outright all over the country.

The management writes here, "We are…in the process of securing a slot for 1776 in the Ahmanson 2021/22 Season, immediately following its Broadway engagement." I'm not sure how they know when its Broadway engagement (or any Broadway engagement of the future) will start or end but that's what they're saying.

Before I did Stu's Show yesterday, I had exactly three things on my calendar for the remainder of 2020: That show, Comic-Con in July and tickets for 1776 in early August. Now I'm down to one and it's iffy. I've maintained a personal calendar ever since the biggest thing on it was "Go to Randy Jacobs' house and play tether ball." I never had absolutely nothing on my calendar before.

Actress Julie Bennett has died at the age of 88. The cause being reported was complications from COVID-19. Three other people I know have had the disease and recovered from it but I think she's the first person in my Contacts list to have died from it.

For decades, Julie was one of the "workingest" actresses in Hollywood, appearing on dozens of TV shows including but not limited to Highway Patrol, Leave it to Beaver, The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show, The Donna Reed Show and Get Smart. If you watch reruns of Jack Webb's Dragnet in the sixties, she was on a lot of them and she was usually guilty. She also worked a lot doing cartoon voices.

Sometimes when writing of Jimmy Weldon, who's 96, people refer to him as the last surviving cartoon voice performer from the early days of Hanna-Barbera. But Julie was doing the voice of Cindy Bear there before Jimmy began doing Yakky Doodle. She also did voices on a number of Jay Ward and Warner Brothers cartoons when June Foray was unavailable, along with cartoons for UPA, Larry Harmon and many smaller studios. She was heard in the animated feature Gay Purr-ee, as well as Hey There, It's Yogi Bear.

I hired her a few times on Garfield and Friends and she played Aunt May on the 1994 animated Spider-Man show. She was a nice lady and when she hit a period in her life when she wasn't getting enough voiceover work, she put her skills to work in other ways. She adopted two other identities — one as a manager of actors and another as a realtor. She had another name and voice and telephone as the realtor and her many clients never knew that the lady who sold them their house was Cindy Bear. I think but am not sure her acting clients knew her secret.

We were friends for a while and while I guess I could have figured it out from her credits, it didn't occur to me that she was twenty years older than I was. She seemed very lovely and alive and just charming and talented. You can see it and hear that in all that she did.

Stu Shostak kept telling me he wanted to try to keep yesterday's Stu's Show (with m.e. as guest) down to two hours. I hinted here it would run longer than The Irishman and, well…The Irishman runs three hours and thirty minutes and yesterday's Stu's Show ran three hours, fifty-five minutes and six seconds. There you go. You can watch the whole danged thing for two bucks over on this page. You'll get a lot for your money.

I felt a little odd when it ended because it was the only thing on my calendar before July…and what I have down for July is the Comic-Con International in San Diego, which is still a maybe of immense proportions. Apparently, a lot of people tuned in yesterday to hear what I had to say about that so let me summarize…

First, I have to remind you that I do not work for Comic-Con and am in no way a spokesperson for that fine organization. I've been to all fifty of 'em and hosted something like 400 panels at 'em but all I am is a frequent guest. If you ask someone who does work for Comic-Con, the official answer is that the July 23-26 affair is still on for those dates. A decision on whether to have it, postpone it or cancel it will be made in a few weeks. My personal opinion (and possibly yours) is that it won't happen in July but that's just my or our opinion.

I don't think most people comprehend the magnitude of what's involved in putting on this convention — all the different businesses, unions, outside suppliers, hotels, food service and security people, the convention center, etc. Calling it off or rescheduling it involves hundreds of phone calls, discussions, renegotiations, working with everyone's calendars and so forth. It ain't like moving our picnic-in-the-park from this Saturday to next Saturday and pondering if the potato salad you bought will still be edible then.

These people know what they're doing. Be patient. Give them time to assess the long list of variables and considerations and to make a wise decision. One of the overarching problems of the current Pandemic is that no one knows when and how it will go away and no one has much experience in dealing with the problems it presents. We're all learning as we go. I know the people who run Comic-Con. They're really smart and I've had a good vantage point to observe how smart they are about running an annual gathering that's way more complicated to stage than it appears. They'll do the right thing at the right time.

And everything else here is fine. The other day, I had to go to the CVS Pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I wore a mask and carried a little man-purse I have that's filled with gloves, sanitizer, another mask and a few other possible necessities. All of the folks working in the store and most of the customers were masked and we kind of stared at the unmasked ones and wondered, "Have these people watched the news?" I am reasonably certain I got in and out with no contamination. Even better, I got two gallon bottles of Crystal Geyser drinking water.

Coping with this crisis gives us all a lot of little proud moments when you think, "Hey, I did that right!" or "Hey, I solved that problem!" I've also reconnected with some friends I haven't spoken with in quite a while. This whole thing is a ghastly tragedy but it's not without its moments when we feel just a little smarter and just a little more connected to others with whom we share the crisis. Don't overlook those moments. They're the thing that convinces me the world will be normal again and we can get through just about anything. Why, just yesterday, I managed to get through a four-hour Stu's Show.

For the last few weeks, the way it's worked is that I put out food for Lydia and even if Murphy is in the yard, he or she (I'm still not sure) allows Lydia the time to dine leisurely without interruption. Then Lydia, having eaten as much as she wanted, goes back to her house or to washing herself in the yard and Murphy cautiously approaches the bowl. Lydia is fine with that. Murphy is just terrified of The Human Being here, aka me.

Murphy eats a few bites, then scampers off. This is why I've been saying that I think Murphy is being fed by someone else because that cat has never seemed too hungry to me and always leaves food behind.

This morning, I divided a can of Friskies® Liver and Chicken into two bowls and set them out there. Lydia approached while Murphy watched and Lydia ate a few bites out of the bowl on our left, then returned to her house. Murphy then approached and ate the rest of the food in the bowl on the left and all of the food in the bowl on the right. Maybe whoever was feeding Murphy before hasn't been feeding Murphy lately.

I am the guest today on the long-running video podcast Stu's Show. I was the guest on Stu's first audio-only Stu's Show back in a time when we could all hug and shake hands and I will be his guest on the last Stu's Show…but hopefully not today. (Actually, he has plenty of great programs all lined-up for the next umpteen months, all featuring a more interesting guest that he has today.)

We'll talk about how TV news and the late night talk shows are handling The Pandemic. We'll discuss how it's affecting the comic book business and comic book conventions. And then, in keeping with my belief that we spend way too much time talking and thinking about The Pandemic, we'll get off the topic and discuss some of the ups + downs of this thing I jokingly call a career as well as some of my more memorable celebrity encounters.

It starts at 4 PM West Coast time, which is 7 PM East Coast time and in case you live in Reykjavik, Iceland, it's 11 PM Reykjavik, Iceland time. If you live in any other time zone, you should be able to figure it out from there. Episodes of Stu's Show have been known to run (literally) longer than The Irishman but Stu is going to try to limit this one to two hours. He will not succeed, especially if you send this address lots of questions for me to answer.

Where can you watch this show? I'm going to post a live feed right here a few minutes before the festivities commence. If it doesn't work or if you want an alternative source, there should be one on the Stu's Show website along with instructions on how to see it other places, including your Roku-friendly TV set. If you miss it, it will available online afterwards, possibly for a small fee. But catch us live because…well, really. What the hell else have you got to do?

Someone sent me one of those "How Many of These Things Have You Done?" lists. I usually ignore them but this time, I felt like filling it out…

• Driven 100 mph — Done it briefly at like 3 AM and other cars were passing me..
• Ridden in a helicopter — Never done it, might some day but only if we can follow a police chase.
• Gone zip lining — Never done it, never will. For years, I had a great excuse because I was over the weight limit. Now I'm under so I have to either come up with a new excuse or pack on about forty pounds.
• Been to an NFL game — Never done it, never even watched one on TV. I am a 68-year-old American male who isn't really sure how football is played.
• Been to Canada — Done it three times, loved it twice.
• Visited Florida — Done it three times: Two Miami Books fairs, one Disney World business holiday.
• Visited Mexico — Never done it. But I'm around Sergio Aragonés a lot so maybe half-credit for that.
• Visited Vegas — Done it a lot though it ain't as much fun as it used to be.
• Eaten alone at a restaurant — Done it, especially in Vegas.
• Ability to read music — Never done it, wish I had. But I know how to draw a real neat-looking Treble Clef.
• Ridden a motorcycle — Never even rode a two-wheel bicycle, nor do I have it in me to be as annoying with noise as most motorcyclists are.
• Ridden a horse — Never done it unless you count merry-go-rounds.
• Stayed in a hospital — Done it once for my appendix, once for cellulitis, once for gastric bypass, twice for my right knee.
• Donated blood — Done it but they'll only accept it from me to put it back into me during surgery.
• Been snow skiing — Never done it. I've barely even been in snowy climates.
• Been to Disneyland — Done it. Hated the Indiana Jones ride and most of the food. Liked everything else.
• Slept outside — Did it once when I fell asleep in a lounge chair in my backyard. Laid down on it at 11 PM and the next thing I knew, the sun was waking me up.
• Driven a stick shift — Never done it. It looks a lot cooler than I am.
• Ridden in an 18 wheeler — Never done it. It looks a lot less cool than I am.
• Ridden in a police car — Did it once. Voluntarily. Found it fascinating but was disappointed that they refused to strip search me.
• Driven a boat — Did it for about thirty seconds and didn't crash into anything or sink and so decided to quit while I was ahead.
• Eaten escargot — Never done it due to a lifelong pledge to never consume anything that leaves a slimy trail on a wet driveway, as do snails and my third agent.
• Been on a cruise — Never done it and doubt that a lot of folks in the future will.
• Run out of gas — Never done it but I came close once.
• Been on TV — Done it, never really liked it.
• Eaten sushi — Did it once, we all got food poisoning and the Board of Health closed the place.
• Seen a UFO — Seen things I couldn't identify but I also did that in the above sushi incident.
• Been bungie jumping — Never done it, never will, question the sanity of those who do it. Never in my life have I thought, "Gee, I wonder what it would feel like to be a yo-yo."

In case you're running low on Things To Watch, here's an hour and seven minutes of Cirque du Soleil. It's not as magical as seeing it live but you don't have to pay $18 for parking and God-knows-how-much for decent seats…

Here's a good article from yesterday on how all the late night hosts have had to retool to do their shows from home.  It's probably fair to wonder if they'll ever go completely back to the old way of doing things.

John Oliver was great last night. If you missed him, the coronavirus part of his show is online here but if you can, catch one of the many rebroadcasts this week so you can see the other moments.

What strikes me every time I venture close to TV news coverage of what's happening is how much of it is devoted to Donald Trump and his obsessions with looking like he's a strong leader, not taking responsibilities for the many screw-ups and suggesting that the only real tragedy of this whole crisis would be if it hurt his chances of a second term. There are also genuine tragedies out there as well as real, life-threatening problems and tales of true heroism and selflessness…but somehow, no matter what channel I turn to, it's about Trump. So I turn it off.

It would be easy to just make this blog about all of that but this feels to me like a good time to be an alternative. If you want what's on the news channels, it's there on the news channels. Here, I'm more inclined to write about cats in my yard, comic book history and, of course, the unique experience we're all having.

The other day, I had a phone conversation with a lady who's 19 years old and she actually asked me, "Was it like this the last time this happened?" I had to explain to her that in my 68 years on this planet, nothing like this has ever happened before. And I hope we can go at least another 68 before it happens again.

Otherwise, it's fine here in solitary. I got a great restaurant delivery yesterday from a place I trust to do all the right things in food prep and handling. I don't have a huge appetite these days but around the middle of the afternoon, I suddenly thought I'd better place an order in case they're swamped when I do get hungry and it takes a few hours for the chow to arrive. I have food here I can prepare and eat but it just felt like time for someone else's cooking.

So I ordered at 3 PM and it was here by 3:30, left on my steps by a gent who, my doorbell cam showed me, was wearing gloves and a mask. And I got enough to last me several days. Things like that — coping with all the little concerns — makes you feel really good.

So do the calls from friends, including a few folks I haven't spoken to in years and one former lady friend who has decided this would be a good moment to make Naked Facetime calls. I have a lot of friends I'd like to hear from but a small, select group from who I would like Naked Facetime calls. Don't get any ideas, Sergio.

Working today on Volume 7 of Walt Kelly's Pogo: The Complete Syndicated Comic Strips, which is still on target to be released officially in October and (this is not a promise:) unofficially a month or so earlier. It's called Pockets Full of Pie and it will present all the Pogo strips from 1961 and 1962 plus all out regular features and a foreword by Sergio Aragonés.

Lastly and speaking yet again of Sergio: Next on my "to do" list is the letter page for the first issue of the Groo Meets Tarzan mini-series, which was supposed to come out in July but now it probably won't…then. Still, I have to finish up the letter page so you still have time to send one in. All four issues of the series have been drawn and so have some further Groos so they will be published just as soon as there are supply lines to get them to you. Now, back to work…