Starting today, there's a new channel on Samsung TV that runs clips from old David Letterman shows. And like me, you may be thinking, "What the hell is Samsung TV?" Well, apparently — and this is the first I've heard of this — Samsung TVs and certain other Samsung devices have been coming with their own TV network pre-installed. They have oodles of channels there, all ad-supported I think, and you can tune in your Samsung Whatever and watch any of those channels for no additional fee. And now a Letterman channel is joining all the ones already there.

Here's a little announcement that will tell you more about this but not much more.

So now, you may be asking yourself, "But…but…I don't have a Samsung TV! I love David Letterman — especially the old, unbearded David Letterman who didn't complain about everything and acted like he enjoyed doing his show! How can I watch it without going out and buying a brand-new Samsung TV?" And I'm not sure. There are a lot of articles online that tell ways to do this but some of them seem to be outta-date and some suggest that the rules are changing. So if anyone reading this knows for sure, lemme know and I'll post it here. I'd love to watch some of those early Letterman shows.

Stephen Colbert, asking the questions found in the famous Colbert Questionnaire, asks his guests to name the one song they'd pick if they had only had one song they could listen to for the rest of their lives. If I were ever asked this question, I would name The Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, particularly the movement known as "The Turkish Rondo." Here is it played expertly by Marnie Laird…but don't be impressed by my taste in music. My second choice is the theme from Car 54, Where Are You?

I have written a few times on this blog about the 1996 Broadway revival of my favorite musical, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I thought it was a great production and here's what a few of the TV critics had to say about it at the time. You'll see a few clips from it which don't do the show justice…

If you think the asking prices on Stubhub for tickets to see Audra in Gypsy this evening were steep, someone is now offering a pair for tomorrow night for $3,215…and that's for each and on top of that, there's a service charge of $889 each. I'll save you the trouble of doing the math: It's $8,208 for two seats in the Orchestra section…and the seller doesn't even specify what row. There are several other offerings exceeding the price of $893 (plus a $248 service charge) that seemed so outrageous a few hours ago.

Meanwhile, seats in the second balcony range from $123 to $158 with service charges of $37 and $46 respectively. So you can see the show for a sorta reasonable price. You just can't see it from the same zip code.

I don't know what to think of this. I've bought tickets to a few events this way and once sold a pair that I'd purchased but couldn't use. I think I made about $35 on that transaction which seemed to be the markup that others were getting on similar tickets for that particular show. But I'm trying to understand this industry where somehow, some person or company grabs up tickets with a face value of $471 and slaps a huge price tag on them.

I kinda thought it was like, "Okay, I'll ask thousands of dollars for them and maybe there's some fabulously rich guy who'll grab 'em up and if that doesn't happen, I'll mark them down at the last minute as far as I have to to get my investment back." But if they're not marking them down on Stubhub, what is happening to those tickets when they don't sell? They're not going for half of face value at the TKTS booth. I doubt someone is standing outside the Majestic Theater trying to sell them in the hour before showtime.

Someone was sitting in those seats when Audra made her entrance tonight. How did they get those seats, how much did they pay for them and did the theater (or Audra) get any of the selling price over face value? I have some guesses but does anybody reading this know?

George Kresge, better known as "The Amazing Kreskin," has died just a few weeks short of his ninetieth birthday. As I explained in this post here not long ago, I don't like it when magicians — and that's what he was — try to pass off their tricks as genuine mentalism because I don't believe there's any such thing as genuine mentalism. There is only a series of tricks and ploys which some use for entertainment and others use to bilk people out of money. Kreskin did mostly the former and in so doing, he attained a fame (and a lot of bookings) that few of the many, many magicians doing that kind of act achieve.

And already, I'm seeing messages on the Internet from people who knew him and had personal interactions with him that they considered very positive help in their lives. That's a very nice thing to hear. I hope he rests in peace and isn't bothered by a lot of phony psychics trying to contact him.

I'm not going much of anywhere until my ankle is a lot better so there's very little chance of me being in New York in the next six months. Even if I could be there, I don't think I'd be rushing to see the new production of Gypsy there starring Audra McDonald as Mama Rose. It's in previews now and getting mostly raves from online folks who, since they aren't professional theater critics, aren't honor-bound to not review it until opening night. Opening night is December 19 and I doubt that what the critics say then will make a bit of difference at the box office.

This is "theater as an event" and people want to go to an event. The (arguably but not too arguable) biggest star on Broadway today is playing what some would say is the greatest "diva" role ever written in one of the best musicals. It's got a huge budget and Danny Burstein in the Jack Klugman role and Sondheim's name is on the marquee and…well, how could this thing not sell out every night? Even at a top price of $471 per seat?

That's for tickets straight from the box office. I just looked and someone on Stubhub is asking $893 each for two tickets in Row F for this evening. It'll probably be worth that to someone to be able to say to their friends, "Why, yes…I saw Audra in Gypsy…you mean you haven't been yet?" but it's not to me. I felt the same way about Hugh Jackman in The Music Man, which I also didn't want to see.

Anyway, it's a little before 4 PM out here and the curtain goes up on Gypsy in New York in one hour and ten minutes. They're still asking $893 for each of those two tickets in Row F and I'm wondering if and when the seller is going to drop the price just in case there's no one in Manhattan in the moment willing to cough up $1768 plus whatever Stubhub tacks on as a processing charge. I'm going to check back in a little while and I'll report here.

UPDATE, A LITTLE BEFORE ONE HOUR BEFORE CURTAIN: I did a little more sleuthing and it turns out the guy asking $893 each for the tickets has four of them for sale, all together. I also see folks offering Orchestra seats in Row G for $799, in Row K for $752, in Row M for $705 and in Row P for $658. I also see that if you buy the $893 tickets, each has a $248 service charge on it bringing the total to $1141 per seat. Wow.

UPDATE, A FEW MINUTES LATER: Hmm…At 4 PM — i.e., one hour before showtime — all the Gypsy tickets for tonight that cost more than $205 disappeared from Stubhub. Usually when tickets are purchased, the listing stays there and is marked "sold" but the ones I just listed are gone. I wonder what happens to those seats. Do they go to some other vendor or what? Can anybody explain this?

I'm trying to work but my mind keeps drifting to friends who have been evacuated from their homes by the wildfires in and around Malibu. When we talk about the proper role of government in our lives, I wish there was more concern given to dealing with natural disasters. Among the responders who are called into action in such situations, there seems to be unanimous agreement that they could use more manpower, more equipment, more preventive maintenance, etc. But somehow when there's no fire, no flood, no earthquake (etc.), it seems real easy to save money on those kinds of things.

Several folks have written to ask me what would be the best method to purchase a copy of the Space Circus hardcover if they want to put maximum bucks in the pockets of its makers. Anywhere is fine, thank you. Your local comic book shop would probably appreciate the business but if you don't have one, use my Amazon link. We have no signings planned. At the moment, the only place I expect to be appearing in the next six months is WonderCon in Anaheim next March and I don't bring books to sell. I leave that to the dealers.

When I write here about all the spam calls I get from people trying to sell me stuff, I always forget to mention that a lot of those calls ask for my mother. My mother passed away over twelve years ago and every time she was hospitalized in her last years, I put her phone number on Call Forwarding to mine and after she died, I never took it off. The phone company has long since reassigned it to someone else but — and I have no idea how this works — I now get calls for her at my number. Yesterday, I told a solicitor (a home improvement guy) who asked for her that she died in 2012 and that he'd bought a badly-outdated list of potential pigeons. He yelled "Shit!" and hung up. Didn't even try to sell me his services.

So now it looks like the plan to convert the Norms Restaurant on La Cienega Boulevard in L.A. into a Raising Canes is off. Good. I'm still largely leaving my home only for doctor appointments but when I get back to eating out, one of the first places I'll hit is that Norms.

I'm not following the news much but I see that authorities have arrested a man who they think is the man who murdered that United Healthcare CEO…and they seem pretty sure they have the right guy. I saw a few things online where people said this was good because it might prevent more people from wanting to kill CEOs. Okay…but that's not a crime that happens very often. I'm more concerned about people who want to kill mail carriers, Uber drivers, retail employees, the neighbor across the street, someone who plays their stereo too loud, comic book writers, Walmart greeters, police officers, ex-spouses, current spouses, anyone with a very different lifestyle, kids sitting in classrooms…you get the idea…

Ignoring the links in the right-hand margin, there are 32,390 posts on this site. Less than 2% of them plug anything you can purchase or watch in a manner that will make me any money. I'm not even sure this will make me any money but I'm going to tell you about Space Circus anyway. This is a new graphic novel that's arriving in bookstore this week. It's a collection — on bigger pages on better paper with hardcovers and better printing — of a long-outta-print mini-series done some years back by myself, Sergio Aragonés, Stan Sakai and Tom Luth.

In fact, coloring Sergio's new wraparound cover for this book was the last coloring job Tom did before his way-too-early passing. The last page of this book is about him.

I don't prod you to buy most things I do. I haven't even mentioned half of them. I'm mentioning this and prodding you because I'm really happy with this one. It might be for an audience younger than you are but, heck, you can regress yourself to the appropriate age and enjoy it. It's the story of a young boy who runs away from home to join the circus…only it's not a circus of this planet. If that premise sounds intriguing, wait'll you see what Sergio drew.

That's all the sales-pitching I will do. It should be at your local comic book shop but if you want to order a copy here's an Amazon link. I hope you'll be even 15% as delighted with this as I am.

Pringles — factory-stamped potato "crisps" in a can — first hit the marketplace in the early seventies. I remember trying them and liking them and eating them and then deciding there were other snacks I preferred…so I stopped buying them. As of the other day, it had been a good forty years since I'd bitten into one. This was back when they had only a few flavors and now they seem to have thousands.

What changed the other day? I came across the video below, watched it and wondered if I'd still like them. So I got a little sampler pack of three flavors — original, cheddar cheese and their sour cream & onion — and guess what? I found them just this side of inedible. My taste buds could not possibly have changed that much even in 40+ years. I'm thinking they must have seriously changed the recipe, perhaps substituting corrugated cardboard for the potatoes…or something.

I'm guessing it'll be a good forty years before I try another Pringle. I'll be 113 years old by then and the remaining ones I have here should be just as edible then as they are now. But I am impressed by one thing. I have a new-found respect for the effort that goes into making one. It's lot harder than, say, making a real potato chip…

Everyone who was ever a billed-in-the-opening-titles cast member of Saturday Night Live. I'm amazed how many of these people I've never heard of…

I'm not closely following the investigation of the killing of the CEO of UnitedHealthcare…but it does look like there's a lot more investigation of that case than there would be if you or I or some non-wealthy loved one of ours was to be ambushed and murdered. There's apparently even a big cash reward for info that will lead to the gunman and I don't think they do that with most murders…do they?

I gather some people are hoping it will turn out that the killer did it in revenge. The storyline would be that UnitedHealthcare turned down someone who died because the insurance firm refused coverage or compensation or made some other money-saving decision that led to that person's death. And it may turn out that was the motive but then you'd figure maybe the shooter would make that known; not the specifics but that he views it as a life for a life and wants to put the insurance industry on notice.

And I wonder if, as part of their manhunt, the investigators are looking at recent cases where someone was denied coverage by UnitedHealthcare and then died. Just wondering.

Brian Dreger wants to know…

I am reading your post about Lorenzo Music, and I’m curious about why the voice actor scripts do not have any descriptions of what the scene is about. Is an animation script not like a traditional movie or television script? Is there a reason why it’s better for the actors not to know what’s going on, requiring the director to explain it to them? Does a traditional formatted script exist for an episode but the actors just don’t get to see it? Just curious…

There are exceptions to all of what follows but generally, an animation script is full of descriptions of the characters, suggested camera angles, notes to pan from this to that, all sorts of details that are irrelevant to what the voice actors do. They don't need to know when their character has a close-up. So what generally (there's that word again) happens in that someone prepares a script for them that strips all that out and just gives them the dialogue.

This enables the Voice Director to control the flow of information to them and not overwhelm them with information that doesn't impact what they do. The Voice Director can describe the actions to them where that is relevant or show them the appropriate pages of the storyboard if the storyboard has already been done. (On about 95% of the cartoon shows I've voice-directed, work has not yet commenced on the board when the track has been recorded. In part, that's because I usually wrote the script and I wrote it the night before the recording session.)

You can give more information to an actor but once they know something, you can't take it away. That's one of the reasons I usually don't give the actors the script in advance. I don't want them deciding how to read a line before they have all the info I intend to give them. There is a value to a largely-cold read. On a lot of the shows I voice-directed, I had Howie Morris in the cast and Howie was the kind of actor who, if you had him read a speech seven times, he'd give you seven totally different readings…and often come up with a reading I had not imagined but loved.

Sometimes, there'd be another actor in the room who I felt needed more explanation so I'd send Howie out to the lobby while I explained a scene to the other actor. (This was back when we recorded with all the actors in the same room at the same time, obviously. These days, more shows work in what they call "splits," which means that you record one actor at a time and then the editor makes it sound like conversation. Also these days, even when you record all the actors at the same time, they're usually in their home recording studios.)

You just do what you think works for the particular recording with those particular actors…generally.

Hey, I'm back doing these!

Another song I had on my infamous mixtape a long, long time ago was "The Letter," a hit for The Box Tops in 1967. In fact, it was their biggest hit by far and it later became a hit again when Joe Cocker recorded it. I didn't know anything about the group in '67…just that this was a good song and KHJ played it with a frequency that felt like every ten minutes.

I later heard that The Box Tops was a group that, at least at times, was any five musicians that the group's managers could get to show up at any concert venue, play the group's hits and be passed off as the guys on the records. I guess it helped that we, the public, didn't hear much about the original band members and it always made me think about that Rocky & Bullwinkle storyline about a plot to flood the world with counterfeit box-tops from cereal boxes.

The Box Tops had a few other records on my mixtape which we'll get to. In the meantime, these are the original musicians — I think…

And while we're on the subject, here's the way Joe Cocker sang it…

My pal Gary Sassaman is back with another look at comic books from my favorite era. In this video, he discusses some of the best covers from that period and I don't disagree with too many of his selections…

So I'm getting a number of text messages lately from strangers that say things like this. I've redacted a few words…

Hello, excuse me, I'm Sarah from XXXXXX. Your background and resume have been recommended by multiple online recruitment agencies. Therefore, we would like to offer you a great remote online part-time/full-time job to help merchants update data, increase visibility and bookings, and provide you with free training. Flexible part-time and full-time jobs allow you to work 60 to 90 minutes a day, 5 days a week, earn extra income on weekends too. You can work anytime and anywhere according to your schedule, and earn $50 to $500 a day. The basic salary is $950 per 4 days worked. Paid annual leave: In addition to maternity leave, paternity leave and other statutory holidays, ordinary employees are entitled to 5-15 days of paid annual leave. If you want to participate, please contact me by Whats-App at XXXXXXXXXXXX (Note: You must be at least 20 years old)

Does this sound even remotely like an actual job to anyone? I'm assuming that a gig where you can work as many hours as you like and earn a widely-variable amount per day is a job where you make cold calls to strangers trying to get them interested in some product or service. Then you might — and that's a big "might" — earn a commission if they buy. But how can you get any "basic salary" on a job like that, let alone one that gives you paid days off? Also, the Whats-App number suggests it's either overseas or that someone is worried about being located…probably both.

Is anyone likely to fall for something like this? I suppose someone is. I get all these texts and voice calls, many of them from people trying to persuade me they're from Medicare or some real official-type agency affiliated with Medicare. Or they're from Walgreen's — a pharmacy with which I have no prescriptions — and they want to discuss my prescriptions there with me. The minute I start asking questions about their company, they hang up. One of them actually said, "I don't answer questions, I only ask them," then hung up.

The calls are a minor annoyance, though not when they come as one did this morning, at 6 AM. The area code for the number was the same as mine but obviously in this era of cell phones, area codes no longer denote where the caller is located. Still, even when they're a minor annoyance, they're an annoyance. Once in a while, you can even have fun with them. One clueless-sounding solicitor asked if I have diabetes. I made like I wasn't sure what that word was and asked him to spell it. He replied, "D-I-E-A-B…" and then added "Oh, shit" and the line went dead.