Update

For the record, tomorrow's Daily Variety carries the following notice wrapping up this situation

WGA animation writing award winner Mark Evanier is a three-time Emmy nominee. Information in Thursday's paper was incorrect.

It's kind of an interesting way to phrase it. I was advised not to ask for the correction for fear they'd write something that implied I'd claimed the three Emmys and they had just now caught me in a fib. The above doesn't admit that the mistake was theirs, but it also doesn't tell what they're correcting. Unless someone hauls out last Thursday's issue — which no one will bother to do — they won't know what's being corrected. They might assume the original piece had said I was a two-time Emmy nominee, for instance. I'd have preferred it if they'd said something to indicate the mistake, whatever it was, was wholly on their end. But I guess this will do.

Maybe I'm making too much of it but I don't want anyone to think I'm one of those people who claims awards he hasn't won. There was a guy a few years ago who was taking big ads in the Hollywood trade papers saying he was a five-time Emmy winner when he wasn't. He'd never even been nominated once.

I think what had happened was that he'd worked on five shows that had won Emmys but he himself had not won one. They're very specific about who actually receives an award when the show does and he did not have a position on any of the shows that made him an actual Emmy recipient. If The Tonight Show wins an Emmy as best show, that means that everyone who worked on the show worked on an Emmy-Winning show. It does not mean everyone who worked on the program is an Emmy winner. But some folks like to confuse the issue.

Time to Spend Money!

I've just ordered my copy of the new Looney Tunes DVD set from Amazon, and you can do the same thing by clicking here. Knowing you, I presume you'll want one because from all reports, it's an excellent presentation of the material, and we all know how wonderful the material is. I also know you'll want this, the four DVD set, as opposed to the two DVD set that's also being released and which only has half the cartoons on it. The line-up of chosen cartoons is pretty good.

Matter of fact, the main complaint I've heard about it is that they picked films that are so good, they're shown constantly to the point where some of us are sick of them. (I have a personal rule: I don't attend any cartoon festival where they're showing What's Opera, Doc? It's not that it's not a fine cartoon but for about two decades, it was a rare program of cartoons that did not include it, usually as the finale. I once attended a Betty Boop fest, secure in the knowledge that it would all be Max Fleischer shorts animated three thousand miles from the WB Cartoon Studio and — sure enough — the host came out and announced, "In addition to some great Betty Boop cartoons, we have a bonus for you tonight." The minute he said that, I knew: What's Opera, Doc? Had to be…and it was. I don't think it's as wonderful as some other cartoons Chuck Jones directed and and even if it were the best, enough is enough. I don't need another viewing…I can see it in my sleep and hear Elmer's voice echoing, "Kill da wabbit," deep in my eustachian tubes.

Blessedly, What's Opera, Doc? is not in this new DVD release…but I'll bet it's in the next one.) Anyway, I would have preferred some more obscure shorts but I understand: The better this release sells, the more likely it is that someone at Warner Home Video will say, "Hey, we've got to release all our cartoons on DVD," which is probably inevitable but it would be nice if they got on with it. So once again, here's the link to order yours. And make sure you watch Early to Bet, which is on Disc Four, and which is among my favorite WB cartoons that we aren't all sick of seeing.

A New Policy

I am instituting a new policy for my personal e-mail. Along with messages that want me to send my life savings to Nigeria or take pills guaranteed to shrink or grow certain body parts, I am ignoring most (i.e., 99%) of the mail that wishes to engage me in political debate. Every time I post something controversial here, I get a batch of rebuttals that range from the thoughtful and interesting to those that seem to lack a certain fundamental reading comprehension. I can only spare so much time writing things other than my professional assignments and I'd rather spend it on stuff for this board, which thousands read every hour, than discussing abortion or gun control or Iraq with one person. So I'm going to stop answering them, and I've even stopped reading them all. If you want to send me a link to an article you think I should read or mention here, great. But I'm too far behind on my e-mail to reply to messages from folks who want to go one-on-one in e-mail. Thank you.

Request Filled

Thanks to all of you who've volunteered to send me last night's To Tell the Truth. I have arranged to get a copy.

Public Appeals

As I mentioned, Game Show Network scheduled an episode of To Tell the Truth this morning — one that had Bill Hanna on it. I warned you we might have to guess exactly when it was on…and I guessed wrong and missed it. Anyone out there get it? Anyone out there get it who's willing to dub me off a tape?

Also, does anyone reading this have a copy lying around of last Thursday's Hollywood Reporter? The one for October 23? It had the item in it about that award I won and I didn't bother to pick up a copy. I forgot I have a mother who will be heartbroken if she doesn't get a copy.

By the way: At my request, Daily Variety's going to run a correction that will say I didn't win those three Emmy Awards they erroneously bestowed upon me. I hope it doesn't look like I claimed I'd won them and they're catching my error.

Recommended Reading

Frank Rich has a good piece on how the Bush administration is trying to massage TV news coverage on Iraq. This link will take you to the New York Times site, for which a free sign-up is required. This link will take you to a Singapore newspaper that has the whole column online, sans subscription.

Stan the Man

IGN FilmForce has posted the second and final part of Peter Sanderson's article on Stan Lee and the book about him. Here's the link and, as before, I recommend the piece although I disagree with some of its conclusions. Peter's one of the sharpest guys around about this kind of thing.

P.S. on Siegfried and Roy

As predicted here, animal rights groups are using the attack on Roy in their campaign to stop animals from being used in performing sitiations. Here's an article that will tell you about a recent charge and the denial.

Also: I told a story about a magician I worked with named Mark Kalin who used a tiger in his act. According to this report, Kalin has jettisoned the performing cats. There will be more of this.

Fantastic Four #1 and Siegfried & Roy

The Siegfried and Roy show in Las Vegas is apparently history now. For those of you who never saw it, trust me: It was odd. There was a certain self-adoration about it that I found excessive, especially considering how little Siegfried and Roy themselves did in the show. When you get to that scale of magic — huge effects that can be seen from the back row — the illusions are primarily performed by the folks who designed and built the equipment, and those who operate them backstage. Making the elephant appear is mostly a matter of the magician pointing at the prop. As I recall, the most impressive thing in the show was in Roy's handling of the big cats.

And there was one other moment I will not forget because it was worth every penny of the $100+ ticket price — or would have been, had I not been in on a comp. At one point in the show, a huge robotic dragon came out and lifted Siegfried (or what was allegedly Siegfried) in one hand and an apparent Roy in the other and held them high over its head. As I sat there, I could only think: "My God! It's a Jack Kirby cover, come to life!"

Actually, a lot of comic book artists over the years have drawn covers on which a huge monster holds the heroes aloft but Jack probably drew more than anyone. The classic example would be the cover of Fantastic Four #1 above. (The reference books usually credit the artwork on that cover to "Jack Kirby and Dick Ayers" or "Jack Kirby and Christopher Rule." It definitely isn't Ayers and I don't think it's Rule, either. I think the inking was by longtime DC and Marvel inker George Klein. And Sol Brodsky designed the title logo, executed by Artie Simek.) It's a great cover and like many, the more you look at it, the more you see. I've known that cover since just after it first came out, which I believe occurred on August 8, 1961. Until the other day when I chanced to be reading an Internet message board, I never realized something very silly about it.

Okay, so Reed "Mr. Fantastic" Richards is using his newly-acquired stretching powers to slither out of his bonds and he's saying, "It'll take more than ropes to keep Mr. Fantastic out of action!" And of course, he's right but this does raise an interesting question…

Here's the question: Who tied him up? Nowhere in the story does anyone tie the man up. The monster depicted is an unlikely candidate to have done it. In fact, the only bad guy in the whole issue who has fingers is the Mole Man, who lives underground and is unable to see in daylight, and he just doesn't look the type. One might also ponder: If someone did tie up Mr. Fantastic, why did our hero wait until a monster had burst through the asphalt and grabbed his girl friend before he started getting out of those bonds? Reed is supposed to be a pretty smart guy.

Like I said, this never occurred to me before. But the other day, I read this message thread over on the discussion board for Comic Book Resources, and a fellow who goes by the name of Cei-U pointed it out. Next time I run into Stan Lee, I'm going to ask him about this. I will report back to you on the puzzled look on his face and the polite way in which he tells me that he doesn't remember and doesn't know (a) who tied up Mr. Fantastic or (b) why any of us care.

Tonight on the Lifetime Network

The TV series Wild Card has a Halloween episode written by Len Wein and Marv Wolfman. Consult, as they say, your local listings.

Set the TiVo

Tomorrow night, we set the clocks back, meaning that all the TV channels have to stick in an extra hour of programming. Game Show Network is inserting an episode of To Tell the Truth and another of He Said, She Said. The latter was a silly, short-lived show hosted by Joe Garagiola that later morphed into a more successful game show called Tattletales. The former is an episode from the Garry Moore era and one of the games features three men, all of whom claim to be William Hanna of Hanna-Barbera fame.

As for exactly when these episodes air…well, that's kind of a game show in itself. My TiVo says they're on at Midnight and 12:30 AM. That's Pacific time but I'm not sure if it's Pacific Daylight Time or Pacific Standard Time. The TV Guide online listings say it's on three hours later, and the Game Show Network site doesn't mention them at all. So take a guess and if you're wrong, don't worry. We have lovely parting gifts for you.

The Award Thing

Folks are writing to ask me to explain a little bit more about the award I received last night. This press release pretty much includes all I know about it.

Recommended Reading

The other day, I linked to a website that made a strong argument in favor of saving the life of Terri Schiavo. Here, we have a strong argument the other way. I don't know what to think except that this is turning into The Jerry Springer Show, and that's not where this kind of issue should be decided.

Last Evening at the Guild

So that's me receiving the award last evening from the Writers Guild's Animation Writers Caucus. The amazing Gary Owens presented it…and if you've never met Gary, you should know this about him: He is a wonderful role model because he is truly one of the nicest men on this planet and he just plain works all the time. Everyone likes him. What's more, everyone knows how good he is at announcing and voicing cartoons and playing straight man to Jonathan Winters. Then there's his most impressive skill which comes into play when he does commercials or promos and they give him this terrible, clumsily-written copy. He somehow always manages to infuse it with warmth and friendliness and humor. If they ever hired Gary to do ad spots for suicide, we'd all turn into lemmings, racing for the cliff. Because he'd make it sound like a fun thing.

Gary knows everyone and has worked with everyone. You mention Sinatra and he tells you ten Sinatra stories. You mention Brando and he's got Brando anecdotes. I've never mentioned Mother Teresa in his presence but I'm sure that if I did, he'd tell us how they had Mother Teresa (or "Moms," as everyone called her) on Laugh-In and how they doused her with water and dropped her down the trap door during "Sock-It-To-Me Time." There are people who tell you their tales and you can smell the overpowering aroma of Bandini emanating from them. But I know enough about Gary to know that they're all true. Even maybe the one about Moms.

Gary gave me a lovely introduction, I made a speech and then we all ate cookies and fruit. Oh, yeah — and they gave me the trophy, which doesn't really look as much like something an orthodontist would use to correct overbites as it seems in the picture. Actually, it's a cross between a soaring bird and a fountain pen, which I guess symbolizes how writers create things that take flight. Or it would if any of us used fountain pens. I write on a Pentium 4 computer but I guess there's no graceful way to morph one of those into an eagle.

A lot of my friends were there and Guild officials had some good news about recent efforts to have the WGA cover the writing of more animated cartoons. So all in all, it was a very nice evening and I thank everyone who voted me the thing but couldn't be present. I was thinking of saying, "If you want to see the trophy up close, click here," and then I'd have a link to a fake eBay page where I seemed to be auctioning it off. But I care a lot about the work the WGA is doing to clean up certain unfairnesses in the field and to see that cartoon authors have proper protection. So I won't kid around about this. Besides, I can sell those three Emmy awards that Variety gave me this morning.

Recommended Reading

Looks like I'm not going to win my bet about Donald Rumsfeld changing jobs this week. But as Fred Kaplan notes, someone's got a lot of explaining to do.