Downsides of the Internet

It's too bad that on the entire Worldwide Web, you can't find a site devoted to the wearing of hats made out of meat.  Oh, wait.  You can.  Thank God.

Go See It!

Check out this cartoon by Peter Bagge.  It's all about copyright and intellectual property.  And it's truer than one might imagine.

Citizen Kane

We highly recommend two books about Gil Kane, both compiled by a perceptive gent named Daniel Herman.  Gil Kane: The Art of the Comics features history and analysis.  Gil Kane: Art and Interviews features conversations that helped inform the first book.  And both feature a lot of wonderful artwork by one of the great comic book illustrators of all time.  Note that I am recommending both books.  Like love and marriage, you can't have one without the other.  (Well, you can.  Dealers like Bud Plant will sell you either one or both.  But you shouldn't get just one of them.  Between the two volumes, you get a good portrait of a fascinating artist and an erudite, wise gentleman.)

The Late Night Wars

Here's a blind item from the highly-competitive world of TV talk shows.  Let us imagine that a certain talk show is seeking to promote an attention-getting feud with a rival talk show that has much higher ratings.  They decide it might be a funny stunt to hijack some or all of that other show's live audience.  The idea is that they will send a bus over to the other show's studio, to where its audience members line up to get in.  The hijackers, either through fibs or bribes, will seek to get some of those folks to get on the bus and to go out and be wined and dined or otherwise entertained, then brought to the studio of the lower-rated talk show to see it, instead.  This will be humorous, the producers think, and will also promote the notion that the home audience ought to forsake the higher-rated show and watch the lower-rated one, which they otherwise don't seem to be doing.

But what happens is that a staff member at the lower-rated show tips off someone at the higher-rated show, which promptly changes the location where its audience members line up.  Instead of outside on the street, they are moved into the midway on the lot, past studio guards, where the hijackers cannot get to them.  The plot is foiled, but the lower-rated show isn't giving up.

Wouldn't it be interesting if that had actually happened the other night?  And how come a TV talk show seems to have better Homeland Security than Tom Ridge has been able to give this nation?

Early Morning Frazetta News

For a few years now, a group of filmmakers have been compiling a documentary on the life and art of the great fantasy illustrator, Frank Frazetta.  It's said to be almost finished, with screenings now being scheduled, including one on April 6 at the comic convention at the Shrine Auditorium in downtown Los Angeles.  In the meantime, you can view an online trailer for the film by clicking here.  And what the hell am I doing updating my weblog at this ungodly hour?

From the E-Mailbag…

Let's go to the mailbag.  "Waltstar" writes to ask…

The other night on his show, Conan O'Brien did a bit where he brought on an artist who does graphics for NBC.  It was a fellow named Pierre Bernard and I think he's been on the show before.  It's been driving me crazy where I know that name from.  I thought if anyone would know, you would.

I do.  Back around 1980, Pierre Bernard Jr. was a letterer for DC, Marvel, and other funnybook factories.  He now does a lot of the distinctive (and very striking) graphics for Late Night and Saturday Night Live, as well as other clients.  So if you're a comic book reader, you probably recall his credit from back then.  Nice to see the guy doing well, as he seems to be quite creative.

Mouse Men

My pal Earl Kress (who's at Disneyland so often, he oughta be registered to vote there) read this earlier item about the old guy who played Mickey Mouse at the Magic Kingdom and sent me this…

That gravelly voiced, old Mickey Mouse worked at the park for many, many years.  I was told by an ex-character that he had been hired by Walt and therefore was untouchable — so much so, that he was the only costume character, besides the "face" characters (those not wearing giant heads like Alice in Wonderland or Peter Pan), that was ever allowed to talk.  Even though he sounded nothing like Mickey, he would greet people with his gravelly voice, saying, "Hiya, kids!  Hiya!  Hiya!"  I'm not sure how parents ever explained that voice.  Mickey Mouse hits puberty?

I wonder if the Disney folks ever experimented with or considered hiring folks who could do a decent Mickey impression to wear the costume.  It's not a difficult voice to do.  Maybe they figured that since they wouldn't be able to have all the walkaround characters talk, it was better not to have any do so.  And why didn't they consider switching the gravelly-voiced guy into the Grumpy suit or something?

I think about this kind of thing.  And it worries me that I do.

War Stories

If you're still unsure of the arguments pro and con the impending war with Iraq, here are two pretty clear statements by two men who are widely respected for their personal integrity.  John McCain tells us why the war is just and necessary.  Jimmy Carter tells us why it isn't.  This is not to suggest either of them is completely right.

As we all know, William Randolph Hearst once told one of his reporters, "You furnish the pictures, and I'll furnish the war."  Well, he apparently didn't say that.  Spinsanity (one of the saner websites) debunks that story here.

As we all know, George W. Bush once told an audience, "The war on terror involves Saddam Hussein, the history of Saddam Hussein and his willingness to terrorize himself."  Well, he apparently didn't mean that. Spinsanity (still one of the saner websites) debunks that story here.

The Price of Freedom

You know, just when Americans are nervous and worried that our elected leaders don't have a clue how to prevent the world from erupting into nuclear holocaust, it's comforting to see someone in Congress come up with a mature, truly effective way to deal with a tense diplomatic situation.  And if we really want to punish the French for disagreeing with George Bush, we could make more jokes about them not bathing, and maybe even throw up an embargo on Jerry Lewis movies.  That'll show 'em.

Costume Parties

Jim Korkis sends the following to add to his earlier comments about the Mickey Mouse costume at Disneyland.  It's long, but I think it's worth the space…

I checked my notes at the office this morning and here is a brief background on Disney costume characters.  I was wrong about Mickey's puffy shoes.  They came in 1963 not 1968 but up until that time, he was in just regular-sized black shoes.

In 1955, Mickey became the official host at Disneyland but since Walt had financial challenges, he couldn't afford to build character costumes.  He borrowed them from John Harris's Ice Capades which was then touring with a segment of "Peter Pan."  (Ice Capades had featured a Disney segment since 1948 with "Snow White.")  That's why the costumes look so horrendous.  They were made for ice skating so needed to be light and have a lot of vision.

In 1961, Animator Bill Justice (who did lots of animation on Donald Duck and Chip 'n' Dale) was brought in to design the costuming and make them more in proportion and to look more like the animated characters.  Bill did the parade costume designs for characters like the marching soldiers from Babes in Toyland and the reindeer with the tongues hanging out as well as many others from 1961-1979.  Bill designed 130 character costumes over the years.

Bill designed the first good Donald costume.  He found a guy who was 4'6" and photographed him from all angles, blew up photos to full size, put tracing paper over the photos and designed the Donald Duck costume.  The guy saw all the work involved and wanted $200 each time he put costume on, so they got someone else.  That's one of the reasons characters are now designated by height rather than by a particular performer.

The early sixties showed a brief revision of some costumes for characters like Mickey who became shorter, fatter and with a tremendously oversized head.  That lasted less than a year and settled into the "look" we know today, although for a while, Mickey wore a top hat and a huge bow tie ribbon around his neck and later just a huge bow tie to again try and play with the concept of size.  Mickey got the puffy shoes in 1963 and Minnie got a satin dress in 1973.  For the 50th anniversary in 1978, Minnie got the polka dot dress.

Over the years, many experiments were done with the character costumes.  Disney briefly experimented with air conditioning on advice from the Kennedy Space Center but it added weight and couldn't be hidden in the odd shape and design of most characters.  They experimented with tape players inside the costumes — Br'er Bear singing "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah," Mickey with approximately six phrases — "How are you?" and "What's your name?" for instance.  But characters have to be international and the limit of phrases also limited interaction.  In 1996, they experimented with new tiny video cameras as small as a ball point pen.  The cast member wore glasses to show the camera's view on the lens.

Abby Disney, granddaughter of Roy O. Disney, once told me this story about an experience she had as a child at Disneyland:  "Just outside the employee's parking lot, there was a little cafeteria for the employees.  I looked over and saw Mickey having a cup of coffee with Snow White.  His head was on the table and he was smoking a big cigar.  He was very short and old and had this gravelly deep voice.  He came over to my grandmother and gave her a big hug.  "Edna!  Edna!  Glad to see ya!"  That's how I remember Mickey Mouse.  He's emblazoned on my brain that way."

Great story and info, Jim.  There's probably a whole book to be written about those costumes.  The cast members I've encountered all have had incredible tales to tell, plus I don't think many people know about the programs where Disney exec-types dress in the costumes and wander the park for a little while on the theory it will give them some new understanding of what Disney is all about.  Someone will do that book.

The Whammy Killer

In 1984, an unemployed air conditioning mechanic and ice cream truck driver named Michael Larsen won a staggering amount of cash on the CBS daytime game show, Press Your Luck.  But it wasn't luck: He'd figured out a way to beat the show's high-tech game board.  Ordinarily, a single game of PYL was completed in enough time to air one per half-hour and whoever won went home with (usually) cash and prizes in the mid-to-high four figures.

Not so with Mr. Larsen.  He racked up more than a hundred grand, and his game ran so long that the producers had to figure out how to break it up into two half-hours.  (Larsen did his voodoo during the show's final round, and the show's rules had not allowed for commercial breaks during a round because no one ever expected it to be necessary.  The producer-director, Bill Carruthers, hastily rigged up freeze-frames and had host Peter Tomarken tape some explanations and introductions.)  CBS was embarrassed by the whole incident and tried to downplay the whole thing.

My tapes of the Larsen episodes have long been a "video fave" of visitors, most of whom find it amazing and real in a way that no so-called "reality show" ever seems to be.  This Sunday and Monday, Game Show Network is airing those two episodes as part of a two-hour documentary that includes interviews with folks who worked on the show.  (Larsen passed away in 1999.  Bill Carruthers, sadly, passed away a week ago, but had been interviewed for the special before that happened.)  Game Show Network is hyping it as a great "scandal" — which it really isn't — but it should still be worth watching.

However, I have a suggestion!  If you aren't familiar with the way Press Your Luck is played, it will all have less meaning for you.  The game is a bit complicated and I think you need to see a couple of "normal" games before you can fully appreciate the magic of this abnormal one.  Game Show Network runs an old episode every morning, seven days a week.  It's on at 8:30 AM on my satellite dish but it may be different on your set.  If you're going to tune in and see the special — Big Bucks: The Press Your Luck Scandal — on Sunday or Monday night, I suggest you first watch one or two where the contestants don't break the bank.

Bill Carruthers, by the way, was a very important person in television history.  He directed TV shows for the likes of Steve Allen and Ernie Kovacs, helmed the Emmy Awards for 14 years, directed events like the famous Frank Sinatra prime-time concert, and even aided presidents.  A staunch Republican, he directed TV spots and consulted with Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, Gerald Ford and George Bush, and declined offers from several of them to work in the White House.  Even more important than that, he was Soupy Sales's first director.  The one time I met Mr. Carruthers, we talked about Michael Larsen and about Soupy…and didn't breathe a word about those other, relatively unimportant guys.

Instant Replay

If you missed the first Clinton/Dole debate on 60 Minutes, you can see it online by clicking here.  If that link doesn't work, go to the CBS news website, look for the 60 Minutes page and you oughta find it.  But don't spend a lot of time on this.  I usually find both men to be interesting speakers, and you'd figure they could offer some viewpoints and insights we don't hear from everyone else.  But they came across as stilted and dull, and had nothing new to offer.  Maybe it was opening night jitters.

Addendum

One note about What's My Line? and the death of Fred Allen.  This one comes from Elie Harriett, former music teacher, current jazz aficionado, and lifelong Groo fan.  (Well, two out of three and all that…)  Elie is writing about the episode which aired one day after Mr. Allen passed away while not walking a dog…

The last guest of the evening was a very young Toshiko Akiyoshi: one of the most celebrated female jazz composers in the past forty years.  She and her husband: Tonight Show Band's (Doc Severinsen's era) tenor saxophonist Lew Tabackin formed a jazz group in the 1970's which gained worldwide recognition for Ms. Akiyoshi for her style of merging traditional Japanese musical ideas with modern American jazz.  She has numerous compositions and arrangements to her name, several albums have been released with her band, and there are a couple of solo piano albums out.  If I am not mistaken, within the past couple years she also received a major award by the City of New York for improving the general quality of life for New Yorkers with her music (sorry, the name of the award escapes me at the moment).

I especially enjoyed watching her on the show sign her name in Japanese and see a shyness about her that inevitably went away over the years though constant performance.

I did a search and found this bio of her, which says she received New York City's Liberty Award.  I'm not sure what that is but she sure has come a long way from being the "extra" What's My Line? contestant — the one who only gets on if the show's running short.  Thanks, Elie.

Wednesday Morn

More on that Disney photo.  My longtime pal Jim Korkis, who works as an instructor down at Walt Disney World, informs me that the picture posted earlier was the last "official" photo of Walt taken before his death.  This, Jim says, is why it's so prominently displayed down in the "One Man's Dream" attraction down in his neck of the woods at Disney/MGM Studios.  He further notes that in the pic, Mickey has four fingers and a thumb — the style of glove he wore back then.  The Mouse also wore regular-size black shoes back then, the big yellow ones coming along later, closer to the character's 40th birthday.  Thanks, Jim.

Terry Jones of Monty Python fame keeps writing rather funny political commentaries for the The ObserverHere's his latest.

A man was convicted of first-degree murder.  A considerable amount of new evidence shows that several of the witnesses against him lied due to the prosecution coaching or paying them to do so.  Some people still want to execute the man.  This kind of thing is happening way too often for it not to rebound against the Death Penalty.  Matter of fact, I think people who support the State's supposed right to terminate lives should be lobbying the hardest to eliminate these apparent miscarriages.  For some reason though, a lot of them treat evidence of an unjust conviction as some sort of bothersome technicality that shouldn't get in the way of a good execution.

The Last of Fred

The episode of What's My Line? with Fred Allen's last appearance did indeed air the other morning — or at least, most of it aired.  As Len Wein pointed out to me, the print Game Show Network ran was devoid of its Mystery Guest spot and padded out with around seven thousand commercials.  This kind of thing occasionally happens on their Black & White Overnight shows, as some of the old kinescopes are incomplete.  In this case, the Mystery Guest was Dinah Shore and we don't know what became of that footage.

Meanwhile, the final word (I assume) on the matter of Fred Allen not having a dog was sent to me by "Booksteve."  He writes…

Not to stretch this out even further but, according to Robert Taylor's 1989 Fred Allen bio, Broadway columnist Leonard Lyons was one of the folks who happened on Allen after his attack and made the assumption (apparently in his column) that Fred had been walking a dog.  The book points out that this was erroneously reported as fact ever after by researchers who didn't realize Fred Allen's dislike of the canine species and presumed Lyons knew what he was talking about.  Apparently Gil Fates was citing Lyons or one of these other sources.

Leonard Lyons had a pretty bad track record when it came to knowing what he was talking about, as did most of the Broadway columnists of the time.  His column was called "The Lyons Den" but many referred to it as "The Liar's Den."  In any case, there's the original source of my erroneous impression, and we can now move on to less important topics — like war in Iraq, war in Korea, Michael Jackson's voodoo curses…