I kinda started blogging by accident. I didn't even have actual blogging software. I just did it by hand and rigged up a primitive macro to archive the old posts when they were displaced by new ones.

At the time, I didn't think I'd do a thousand posts, let alone the 24,000 that are currently on this site. Yeah, there are 125 "encore" posts here but along the way, I've probably lost about that many posts so it probably balances out. I also didn't imagine I would make so many friends or get in contact with old ones.

I believe this blog has a pretty smart readership. When I ask a question, I usually get an answer and it's usually the right one…although one time, I asked a question about a very famous comedian and he wrote me himself with what I later found out was the wrong answer.

I want to thank all the folks who've sent in links, suggestions, questions or who've caught typos or dumb mistakes. I also want to thank about 95% of those who've sent replies to opinion pieces. The ones I'm thanking are the ones who've been thoughtful, non-hysterical and sometimes informative. Thanks too to those of you who've donated cash and/or ordered items from Amazon via the links that give us a tiny commission on your purchases. In case you're interested, since I upgraded to a top-grade server — notice how this board is so rarely down? — I only lose about $500 a month on this blog. It would be double that without your support.

I try to thank you back by posting a couple of items every day. Once in a while, I don't make it but I sure try. I have turned down all offers of paid advertising or of putting this blog under the umbrella of a larger website and I will continue to do turn them down. It's nice to write something that's completely mine and completely independent. Those of you who write for a living or want to write (for a living or otherwise) might consider it.

By the way: The anniversary was actually yesterday but something got in the way of posting this then. One of these days, I'll tell you what it was and you'll understand.

Trump is reportedly considering Larry Kudlow to run his Council of Economic Advisers. Kudlow would be perfect except for two things: He's not an economist and he's always wrong. "Trickle-Down Economics" never works. It just kinds of pisses on your shoes.

Jonathan Chait has a brief history of Kudlow's unrelenting advocacy of a policy that fails every time it's tried. But, hey, it's an excuse to cut the taxes of rich people. So what if it tanks the economy again? And again and again…

This might interest you if you've ever been a fan of Deal or No Deal, as I was for about nine minutes when it first went on American TV.  It's about the original British version of the show.

You may recall that on the U.S. TV game show Press Your Luck, a gent named Michael Larson won a crate full of cash because, after studying the show intensely, he discovered that the game board, which was supposed to have random patterns, actually had at least one predictable one.  He got on the show and exploited his find to win more than $110,000. (If you wanna know more about this, click this link.)

Well, on Deal or No Deal, the assignment of the various prize amounts to the various boxes is supposed to be completely random but for a brief time on the British version, it wasn't. In this case, many of the show's fans figured out the patterns but none of them got on the show to use that information…

Here's someone's list of The 100 L.A. Things Every Angeleno Should Do at Least Once. I have lived in Los Angeles for every one of my 64.8 years and I have done very few of these. Some of that is because I don't drink alcohol and never have. Most of them I haven't done because they don't interest me in the slightest.

• I've been to Venice Beach (#1) and didn't think it was worth the hassle it was to park there.
• I've been to Disneyland (#2) an average of once every 16.25 years. I'd go more often if the drive wasn't so exhausting that you're pooped before you make it as far as Great Moments With Mr. Lincoln.
• I've gone window shopping — and even real shopping — on Rodeo Drive (#9), though really only once because I promised a lady friend a pair of fancy shoes.
• I've seen a Broadway show at the Pantages (#11). Actually, a few dozen Broadway shows at the Pantages. It's a great place if you can score good seats, an awful place if you can't.
• I've eaten at Philippe's (#12) many times. Best sandwiches in town. Also, when propertly dunked, the wettest.
• I've been to the Rose Bowl Swap Meet (#14) because my friend Marv Wolfman wanted to go there and buy one thing and I kept asking, "We drove all the way here, parked two miles away and walked six more so you could buy that?"
• I've spent many, many evenings at the Magic Castle (#19). Been a member since 1980 when I went to see my then-current lady friend get sawed in half and, as the joke goes, got the half that eats.
• I've driven on the 710 (#21), which is about as thrilling as driving any freeway. I have no idea where it goes, either. No one does.
• I've avoided James Woods (#41) and all his movies, as well. Except the one about the family unjustly accused of child abuse. That was good.
• I've seen an obscure movie at the Cinefamily (#49). Several of them, in fact. But I was there more often when it was the Silent Movie Theater.
• I've sat in the bleachers at Dodger Stadium (#55), most recently when Sandy Koufax was pitching. I'll return next time he's on the mound but not before that.
• I've sat in box seats at the Hollywood Bowl (#56), the first time being when Monty Python was performing there. John Cleese in drag tried to sell me a dead albatross.
• I've spotted Angelyne in her pink car (#66). She's the woman who is famous for pioneering being famous for being famous.
• I've been to the La Brea Tar Pits (#76) and it reminded me of visiting the Friars Club, which is not on this list.
• I've ridden the elevator in the Westin Bonaventure downtown (#78) and, yeah, it's fun if you have a good reason to go to the Westin Bonaventure, which has happened once to me since they built the place.
• I've been to a gigantic movie premiere (#91) and marveled at how little the whole thing had to do with seeing a movie. Lotsa people walked the red carpet, got their photos taken and then split before the film started.

And that's it.  I've lived in this town all my life and I've done 16 out of 100 and come close on a few others.  (Dined at Musso and Frank's, for instance, but didn't have a martini.) I don't think I've lived a sheltered existence. I think the list is full of a lot of things I don't want to do and can't imagine why anyone would…except eating a French Dip at Philipe's and avoiding James Woods. Those are very good life choices.

During the election, Donald Trump couldn't say enough bad things about the investment bank Goldman Sachs. Now, he can't put enough of its people in powerful positions in his administration. It must be tough to have believed this guy was going to take on Big Business and to now see how well he plans to serve it. Matt Taibbi has more.

In 1970, I had…well, not a hand but about half a knuckle in the launching of the Mister Miracle comic book by Jack Kirby. Some time ago, a reader of this site named Joe Wainright wrote to ask me about the coloring of that hero's costume and lately, I've seen a couple of different websites where folks discuss it or misunderstand what happened. So here's the story but first, here's Joe's e-mail to me…

I don't understand why Mister Miracle's costume was one color on the cover of Mister Miracle #1 and a different color inside and from then on, but then he was totally uncolored on the cover of #3. Later, I saw Kirby's original design of the character and the coloring of that was completely different. Didn't Kirby himself do that coloring? Why was it changed? I also read that you designed the final coloring. Can you clear this up?

I'll try. First, we start with the yellow costume above. In either late 1968 or early 1969, Jack was becoming increasingly unhappy with the way he was being treated at Marvel, specifically that he was receiving no financial compensation or credit for his serious contributions to the stories and to the creation of ongoing characters. To try and address this problem, he took some time and created a whole bunch of new characters. A lot of his presentation pieces for them are around. Jack drew them, inked some of them himself and engaged his friend and fellow Marvel artist Don Heck to ink some of them. Jack colored them all.

At the time, Jack was receiving quiet inquiries from other publishers — not all of them then in the comic book business — about maybe creating a new line of comics for them. So Jack did these drawings as part of a two-part plan. Part One was that he'd show them to the folks at Marvel and say something like, "Hey, look! I've got a bunch of ideas or new characters and I'll be glad to sell them to you but I have to have a much different working arrangement with you than I've had in the past!"

Part Two was that if he didn't get that better deal from them, he might use the drawings to make that better deal with another publisher.

Well, Part One didn't work. The people then in charge at Marvel would not discuss any changes in "the deal." They wanted the new ideas but they wanted them on the old terms so that never happened. Part Two did not succeed with the new publishers who'd courted Jack. They either didn't have the necessary funds and infrastructure to get into comics or only wanted to get into comics if they could buy material on the same terms as Marvel.

But the drawings were a key factor in DC hiring Jack away from Marvel in early 1969 and most of the characters from the presentations would wind up in the books he initially did for DC. It's important to understand that Jack did not consider either the designs or his plans for the characters firm. They were concepts he would rearrange and reconfigure into what he did for DC. For example, he had the idea for this epic continuity that he initially called "The New Gods" but he wasn't set on which of the characters he'd created and which additional ones he would create would figure into "The New Gods" and which of the characters he'd concocted would appear in standalone series that were unconnected to "The New Gods."

Mister Miracle and The Black Racer were at one point unconnected to the epic in Jack's mind but he later decided to fold Mister Miracle into "The New Gods" and the guy in charge at DC who hired Jack, Carmine Infantino, urged him to put The Black Racer into that world. Eventually too, "The New Gods" went from being the umbrella title of all the books in that epic continuity to being the title of one of those comics and — seemingly from out of nowhere — "The Fourth World" became the umbrella title.

When Jack did the drawing of the guy in the yellow suit, that may have been the visual for Mister Miracle or — and I think this is more likely — that may have been the visual for some other idea he had and he later decided to use it, sans gun, for his idea for Mister Miracle, the Super Escape Artist. Jack was always rearranging ideas in his mind and marrying this one to that one. Mister Miracle did not arrive at his final form until Jack finally wrote and drew the first issue of this comics…and even then, the hero continued to evolve.

Kirby finished that first issue and sent it back to the DC offices in New York. He did not send them the drawing with the yellow outfit to use as a guide because that wasn't the finished version of the character he now had in his mind. He planned to later work out color schemes for Mister Miracle and all the other characters in the new books he was creating for DC but the folks at the firm said something like, "Oh, don't bother. We'll handle those here."

DC had a Production Department and they were very proud of it. A man named Sol Harrison headed it up and the coloring was supervised by a man named Jack Adler. Both had been in their jobs a long time. Both were considered to be very good at those jobs. Both of them felt (as did others in the office) that the coloring done at DC was the best in the business and that the coloring over at Marvel was really lousy. Neither one was a particular fan of anything at Marvel, including Jack's artwork and the way other artists incorporated elements of his style.

Infantino, who was running DC then, kept asking Jack for suggestions on how to improve the DC line. When Jack suggested that they look at Marvel books to see how comics should be colored, he made instant enemies of the Production Department. Jack just plain thought that Marvel coloring — especially as done by Marie Severin and Stan Goldberg — was superior, at least for the kind of thing he did. Around the DC offices, that was heresy.

It would not be inaccurate to say that for the length of Jack's stay at DC, he never liked the way his work was colored and the persons doing or overseeing that coloring weren't too fond of the Kirby work they were coloring. This was probably not unrelated to the many changes they found it necessary to do to Jack's work there.

Anyway, Jack didn't fight them on most of what they did but when they sent him an example of how they were coloring Mister Miracle's costume, that he felt had to be changed. That was the purple design you see at the top of this post in the right-hand image. I was working for Jack then, teamed with a fine fellow named Steve Sherman. Jack asked us to come up with a new color scheme for the hero and he did a quickie drawing of him. We Xeroxed it about a dozen times and Steve colored half of them different ways and I colored the other half with different ideas.

Neither of us recalls which of us came up with the one Jack selected but he picked one and shipped it back to New York, just days before Mister Miracle #1 was ready to go to press. He probably picked the one he thought was acceptable and the least different from what New York had done. It wasn't that much of a change but Jack felt it was necessary.

The issue had already been colored and color-separated and they'd probably made the printing plates by then…but Infantino agreed to go with what Jack wanted and they spent whatever it cost to change the color scheme on the cover. They said it was too late to replace the purple costume on the inside but I suspect they just didn't want to spend the money.

As of the second issue, the red costume was used and nowadays when they reprint #1, they adjust the colors on it as they did in the image you see at left in the second pair of images, a few paragraphs above this one.

As for why Mister Miracle was completely colorless on the cover of #3…I have no idea. At the time, Jack asked and he got all sorts of double talk that he took to mean no one there knew why, either. He told us, "It looks like their infallible Production Department screwed up."

Skip E. Lowe was a one-time child star who spent many of his adult years running talent shows around Los Angeles and hosting a talk show on cable access. I wrote about him here when he left us but if you don't feel like clicking, you need to know this about him: He did hundreds of these talk shows, interviewing some pretty impressive folks in Show Biz and also a lot of people whose claim to fame was that they were, like, Buddy Ebsen's dry cleaner.

It is said that Martin Short modeled much of his Jiminy Glick character on Skip E. and the man's relentless fawning over anyone who'd ever done anything in or about The Industry. Every one of them was a legend and wonderful and fabulous and amazing. As you'll see here, he often didn't know much about his guests but if they were even peripherally in the entertainment field, that was good enough for Skip E.

This is a half-hour of his show taped in 1985 at the Theodore's Cafe in West Hollywood. Theodore's, which ain't there no more, was a major hangout for performers. Outta-work actors would gather there morning, noon and night to swap tips, to tell tales of when they worked, and to not sit home despondent because the phone wasn't ringing. Working ones would drop by and you could tell which ones they were because they ate and left.

The first half of this show is Skip E. interviewing the comedian Jackie Gayle. Mr. Gayle, who passed away in 2002, was one of those comedians whose career I never understood. He worked so much he must have made someone laugh but that did not occur during any of them dozen-or-so times I saw him performing. Pat McCormick, who's interviewed in the second half of this video along with Chuck McCann, once said of Gayle, "He must be funny if he's named Jackie."

McCormick was funny (he died in 2005) and McCann still is. Their chat with Mr. Lowe is why I'm posting this…so zip through Gayle and get to 10:40, which is when they start. That Lowe isn't that familiar with his guests is evident because he thinks Pat dealt in clean comedy and since Chuck practically has to itemize his whole career to his interviewer.

One other thing I might as well point out: At the beginning of the video, there's a shot of a wall of photos at Cafe Theodore's and they push in on an autographed pic of Chuck McCann. To the right of his photo is a picture of a lovely actress. That's Michele Hart, who was married for many happy years to a great comic book writer and artist named Don Rico. I should probably tell some stories here about Don, who passed away in 1985. Don was a good friend to me and Michele still is…

Mark Peters writes about how Jack Kirby might be deserving of some recognition for elements in Star Wars and its special mythology. I see a connection but then I see connections all over the place between Jack's work and that of many successful authors, artists, directors and other creative folks.

Jack certainly perceived a lot of Kirby inspiration in the first Star Wars film but he was in no way upset with George Lucas or anyone on that end. What rankled him was that when he'd done the New Gods and its allied titles for DC, the whole thing had been dismissed by DC's licensing division…which didn't see much value to anything but Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman and maybe one or two other long-established properties. When Jack suggested his Fourth World series would make a dandy movie, he was treated like an amateur who didn't understand how the business worked.

That was one of the reasons the books were axed when they were. They were showing a profit but, the licensing folks insisted, they had no potential to be anything else but comic books. The overwhelming success of Star Wars convinced Jack he'd been right. So his main beef was that no one at DC had agreed with him and done it first. And of course since then, many of the characters from those books have been hugely merchandised and seen on TV, and the Master Villain is heading for the big screen in a multi-zillion dollar movie. This kind of thing happened with Jack a number of times.

William Saletan has been listening to the speeches that Donald Trump is delivering on his "USA Thank You Tour." If you or I had been elected president, I think we'd be in Washington, planning and holding meetings and charting the best way to run the aspects of this nation that are run out of the Oval Office. Special attention would be paid to how we can bury the divisions from the election, diminish the animosity and resentment of the opposition and promote national unity.

That's what we would do because we're much better, smarter people than Donald Trump, right?

Instead, he's taking a big victory lap to brag about his win, to sell the idea that it was a much bigger win than it really was and to deliver a big Go Fuck Yourself to anyone who doubted or opposed him. His idea of National Unity is that anyone who opposed Trump, within his party or without, apologies and admits they were wrong. In the meantime, his transition efforts have the lowest approval rating in decades and more and more people, including people who voted for him, are asking questions about the Russian hacking and about the "replace" part of "repealing and replacing Obamacare" and what about the wall and all those other things he promised?

The word "meltdown" is one of the most abused words on the Internet. Those who deal in clickbait have discovered that if you have, say, a videoclip of anyone being even slightly annoyed or upset, you can get browser people to click on it if you advertise "Come see the meltdown." Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, no one melts down in what's described as a "meltdown." They just look a tiny bit pissed.

All presidents have periods when their approval ratings plummet and folks who once supported them wonder aloud if they made a mistake. Some rebound from them, some don't. Trump, since he was never that popular to begin with and didn't even win the popular vote, already has a big head start at looking like an illegitimate president and a colossal mistake. Maybe we oughta save the word "meltdown" to describe what he's going to do when one day, he wakes up and finds he's less popular than cholera.

John Cleese discusses genes. The man knows everything…

Here's another post about the great character actress Margaret Dumont and whether or not it's true that, as Groucho often said, she never understood the jokes in their scenes together. Weighing in is my buddy Steve Stoliar, who knew Groucho well in the last years of that great comedian's life and worked for him…

Here's my take on the Dumont question: I think it's altogether possible that she was a skilled comic actress who didn't really understand the sophisticated wordplay in the Marx scripts. In other words, I don't see this as either/or. It's possible Groucho's getting a bum rap with everyone saying he was spreading false rumors about her lack of a sense of humor. The example he would often give is, "I said, 'Remember, we're fighting for this woman's honor, which is probably more than she ever did.' And she'd say, 'Julie — What does that mean?'" Understanding a line like that requires an understanding of puns and double-entendres and the serpentine workings of clever wisecracks. That's an entirely different comic mechanism than funny situations, funny physical bits, funny characters, funny expressions/reactions.

The idea that Groucho would intentionally malign Dumont seems dubious, because I always found him to be eminently fair in how he sized people up. Given the fact that Groucho appeared with Dumont in two Broadway plays — and their road tours, with all the traveling — plus half of their films, it doesn't seem possible that she could've "fooled" him into thinking she didn't understand his jokes. Groucho wasn't very foolable, even in a short amount of time, never mind all those years of live performances and films.

So isn't it possible that both tenets are valid? She had a lengthy comic career and had splendid timing, but verbal wordplay wasn't her strong suit?

Quite possible. And I have worked around experienced comedians who were somewhat lost as to what a joke was when they were working in a soundstage with no live audience present. And someone else wrote in to suggest that maybe Ms. Dumont did such a good job playing a stuffy dowager who doesn't know about the world outside her mansion that folks around her thought she was that character…and the legend grew to the point where even Groucho went along with the myth.

Thanks, Steve — and I note that someone has recently come across a kinescope (alas, in German) of Buster Keaton's 1951 TV show. Most episodes of that series are lost but this one that turned up has Lady Dumont in it, thereby expanding her list of great comedians she appeared with. It already included not only the Marx Brothers but also Laurel & Hardy, W.C. Fields, Abbott & Costello, Danny Kaye, Red Skelton, Jack Benny, Martin & Lewis and — if you want to count Wheeler and Woolsey — Wheeler and Woolsey. I tend to think you couldn't continue for so many years to appear worthy of sharing the screen with such folks if you didn't understand your own scenes.

Groucho Marx rarely mentioned his frequent co-star Margaret Dumont without claiming that she never got the jokes; that he'd hurl some ribald innuendo her way and then she'd come to him later and cluelessly ask, "Julius, what does that mean?" A number of folks like whoever posted as SisterCelluloid are questioning that view of her.

I think the piece overstates her importance to the act a bit when it says "This is a woman who was as responsible as anyone on earth for the success of his films" but she was very, very good with whatever they gave her to do, which often did not amount to a lot of screen time. Then again, she sure did work a lot for a couple of decades there and especially when she was on the stage with them, she had to have understood what the audience was laughing at.

As much as I admired Groucho Marx, he never seemed to be a good judge of women, especially with that last one he let into his life. I'm inclined to think Madame Dumont has been underestimated in the joke-understanding department.

I don't write here enough about Samantha Bee, who has emerged as one of the brightest, strongest voices among those who do political comedy in this country. Somewhere at Comedy Central, there's probably a custodial engineer who used to have a much better job there before he — it's probably a "he" — let Samantha slip away. Oh, what the Daily Show could still be if she was in the chair.

Her show Full Frontal is quite wonderful, especially when she's front and center in its segments. I TiVo it every week but somehow don't get around to watching each episode until weeks later. This is becoming the norm with me for shows I like. So I don't rave about them here because by then, they're old news…but I sure like things she says. Here's an article listing some of the smart/funny things she's said this year on her show and elsewhere.

Here's a Warner Brothers cartoon directed by Chuck Jones that you probably haven't seen. It's called "Drafty, Isn't It?" and it was made in 1957 for the U.S. Military. The voices were done by Daws Butler, who actually gets a screen credit. Daws was in a lot of WB cartoons and sometimes had the largest roles but only Mel Blanc's name got into the credits back then.

The lead character is Ralph Phillips, a daydreamer kid who turned up in five (I think) of Jones's cartoons — this one, one other for the military (for which his voice was done by Mel), and three "regular" WB cartoons where he was younger and voiced by Dick Beals. He never caught on and you won't particularly like this film but you might to watch a little of it because (a) it's a Warner Brothers cartoon from back when they were doing great ones and (b) the way things are going in this country, they may be reinstating the draft soon.

Busy with more deadlines…and when I get around to it, I'm going to write a long piece here about deadlines. It won't tell experienced writers anything they don't already know but I think a lot of beginners get very confused about when it's vital to meet a deadline and when you just have to come close. The work I'm doing today is about 85% vital.

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An article someone should write — and it won't be me — is how those of us who were horrified by Mr. Trump's election can or should deal with folks we know who did support him and are now kinda mystified as to what they're getting for their vote. As I mentioned the other day here, every time I turn on MSNBC — admittedly, not that often — I see Trump supporters saying things like, "Uh, we thought he was going to 'drain the swamp' of the kind of people who've run Washington and he seems to be putting them in charge." Or someone is waking up to the idea that their health insurance or Medicare may now be in jeopardy.

Yelling at these people, "Didn't you listen to this man? Didn't you notice how often he lied?" isn't going to help anyone. Nor is hollering at the folks who are thrilled he's in office because, you know, unemployment was at seven million percent under the black guy and that's why Trump got the biggest landslide ever. But there may be a more constructive way to talk to these people than hurling insults…although come to think of it, people hurling insults are doing pretty well in America these days.

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Sorry to hear of the passing of Alan Thicke. I never met the man. I have no anecdotes or observations. Just sorry when anyone dies before they get to be really, really old unless of course they prefer it that way.

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If you live in the Los Angeles area, there is an Instaplay this weekend. And if you don't live in the Los Angeles area, there will still be an Instaplay this weekend and I'm hoping to be there for it. Instaplay, as I've explained here, is something done now and then by the best comedy improvisers I've ever seen. They take a suggestion of a title from the audience and then proceed to create an entire musical comedy — complete with songs that sometimes rhyme — right before your astonished, laughing eyes.

I wrote about them here and everything I said there still applies. It's Saturday evening, it's in Culver City, it's in a tiny and unfancy theater. It's cheap to attend and the entertainment value is very, very high. Come and bring along a title to suggest for the play, preferably of a holiday, non-political theme.