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I didn't post the first obit/tribute on the 'net of Leslie Nielsen but I may have been the first to make mention of his love of an invention called the Handi-Gas. If you search, you'll see that almost every personal remembrance of Mr. Nielsen since has mentioned how he would constantly use a concealed device to emit fart sounds in public places, sometimes even during television appearances. Some of the pieces called it a Whoopie Cushion but that's not correct. You sit on a Whoopie Cushion. Leslie's weapon of choice was the Handi-Gas, so-called because it was cradled in the palm of one's hand for just the perfect moment. I mentioned here that I'd been unable to find the one he gave me or to locate a photo (or even any mention) of this scientific marvel on the Internet.

The fine cartoon voice actor Greg Berg wrote me that one day when he was working with Howie Mandel, he witnessed Howie use one he'd gotten from Leslie Nielsen. The setting was in an elevator and the "victim" on whom the prank was played was Gary Owens…whose reaction, Greg says, was "polite." Greg then went out to get one of his own but couldn't find a Handi-Gas anywhere. He wound up purchasing a Pooter-Tooter — that's one in the photo above — which is identical except for coloration. The Handi-Gas I got from Leslie Nielsen was flesh-colored, though Leslie's was wrapped in electrical tape and he suggested I do the same with mine. "It makes them last longer," he said. The way Leslie used his, he should have reinforced it with titanium pegs and a cast-iron bellows.

(Greg Berg, by the way, should not be confused with Gregg Berger, who is another fine cartoon voice actor…and we've all spent a lot of time trying to straighten out the Internet Movie Database on which is which. Greg Berg — with one less "g" and no "er" — counts among his many fine roles the part of Baby Fozzie on The Muppet Babies. Fozzie Bear is just the kind of character to use one of these things.)

Getting back to the Pooter-Tooter (and there's a phrase I've never used before and will never use again): I would like you to all know that I have only dwelled on this topic as a matter of historical record. Although I had and still have the greatest respect for Leslie Nielsen as a comic actor, I think making fart sounds to embarrass or discomfort others is just about the most childish, unfunny thing a person can do, right up there with lighting a bag of dogshit, leaving around rubber vomit or performing Jackie Mason's current act. On the other hand, I do find the tutorial for the Pooter-Tooter rather amusing…

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Fred Kaplan on how John McCain has run out of arguments against the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." Not that that will stop McCain from trying to delay it further. Are we all clear that that's really all he's doing? He's not going to stop it. He's just trying to score a few points with the radical right by looking like he's fighting to the death on this issue.

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Leonard Maltin reviews the new DVD/Blu-ray release of Fantasia…and reveals a secret I hadn't heard about the narration provided in it by the host, Deems Taylor.

A Writer's Life

When the economy is bad — and bad it is these days without a lot of quick relief in sight — aspiring authors get exploited. Actually, aspiring authors are exploited when the economy is good, too. There has never been, nor will there ever be a paucity of sleazy agents, publishing houses, vanity presses, teachers, literary managers and advisors or other predators looking to cash in on someone's dream of becoming the next Stephen King or David Mamet. It just gets worse when unemployment is high because you have all these people outta work, looking around desperately for a new and lucrative career.

A good/honest teacher of writing (now sadly deceased) was a gent named Bill Idelson, who also had a nice career as a writer and actor. Idelson used to teach his students that, "In order to break into the business, you have to let someone else exploit you a little." Depending on how big that "little" is, I might argue the point. I would say that any situation where you pay someone else to submit or publish your work, no matter how reasonable the fee may sound, is unacceptable exploitation. So is writing on "spec" on someone else's project. It is Kosher to pay for a good, legit writing teacher or seminar to help you learn your craft and how to market it. That's assuming the fee is reasonable and if you don't know what reasonable is, you need to find out before you write so much as a check.

But anything more than that is…well, I'd use one of those metaphors about volunteering to bend over, grab your ankles and invite someone to service you from behind but I think Rush Limbaugh now has them all copyrighted. And also conceivably you might enjoy the physical version of that whereas paying money to get your work submitted or published will just make you poor and unhappy.

I have occasionally encountered wanna-bes whose attitude is, "Yes, you're probably right but I'm determined to become a successful writer and that's the only opportunity I have." That's brain-dead stupid. Imagine if your goal was to play for the Seattle Mariners…or maybe even to get on a professional baseball team. Imagine that some odorous homeless guy came up to you on the street and said, "Gimme a thousand dollars and I'll introduce you to their talent scout" and you forked over the cash and said, "Well, gee…it was the only offer I had."

Well, paying someone to submit your writing or to publish it or — the big new scam — entering a "contest" is even stupider than that. Because in the one-in-a-zillion cases where it does lead to a real writing gig, the following rule applies: If you come into the business as an exploited amateur, you pretty much stay that way. You become the guy they go to whenever it's like, "We need someone for this project who'll do tons of work on spec and won't complain if we pay him bad money…or never pay him at all." They don't usually say it quite that explicitly but that's what it amounts to.

As you might imagine, this post was inspired by a real-life incident. I get a lot of calls from writers I know who are outta work — some good friends, some not…some I barely know but they've suddenly decided we're bosom buddies. The other day, I got one from a fellow who is desperate and not because he's not working. This guy is working his butt off. The problem is he's not getting paid for all the stuff he's writing.

A self-described manager-publisher-producer had an idea for a new comic book that, he said, would easily become a smash hit in that format, a bigger hit as a line of toys and the biggest hit as a $50 million+ CGI animated feature. My friend thought he was being hired to write the first issue of the comic and would be paid. Nope. The manager-publisher-producer appended a little codicil: "You get paid when I get paid" and there was no deal in place to publish or pay anyone. And then the m-p-p asked my friend to also write up a bible for the potential animated series, a treatment for a potential live-action movie, a set of character descriptions for toy companies to consider, a scenario for an XBox game, etc. My friend invoked the "it's the only opportunity I have at the moment" rationale and did all or most of that for, of course, no money.

Finally, he refused to write another syllable without pay. The m-p-p came back to him and said, "Look…you have a lot of time invested in this project…" Which was true. And what my friend was all too aware of is that he didn't own this project. The manager-publisher-producer-asshole owns this project so my friend can't take all his work elsewhere to try and sell it. The producer guy said, "What we need to get all these investors and studios interested is product. We need to get the comic book published so we have something tangible to show them." My friend agreed that made sense…up until his exploiter suggested that he, the unpaid writer (a) find a brilliant artist who'd also work on such speculative terms and then (b) self-publish the comic. In other words, he was told, "You finance this book with my characters so maybe I can sell a movie."

My friend couldn't have felt like more of a pigeon if you'd tied a little message to his leg and told him to flap his wings and fly somewhere to deliver it.

This is the worst example I've heard in a long time of a writer getting manipulated into a horrible deal because of his desperation 'n' dreams…but the lesser cases end no more happily. This especially applies to vanity presses and "writing contests." Another writer friend I have — a successful one named Lee Goldberg — spends a lot of time on his blog exposing such writer-screwing scams. First rule of professional writing: They pay you, you don't pay them.

I know times are tough. Believe me, I know times are tough. But there's never a good moment to let yourself be exploited by people who think you're so hungry, you'll work for promises…not until MasterCard accepts promises from scumbags as payment.

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Ross Douthat over in the New York Times has an interesting piece up that first glance might seem like one of those bogus "false equivalency" pieces that excuses something shameful by Conservatives by pointing out that Liberals do it too — or vice-versa. Upon closer inspection though, I see that he's not claiming that everything is a wash or that the scales balance…which is fine because I think the false part of those "false equivalency" pieces is usually the insinuation that the equivalencies are anywhere near equivalent.

Anyway, Douthat makes the following remark that I agree with…

Up to a point, American politics reflects abiding philosophical divisions. But people who follow politics closely — whether voters, activists or pundits — are often partisans first and ideologues second. Instead of assessing every policy on the merits, we tend to reverse-engineer the arguments required to justify whatever our own side happens to be doing.

I would amend that slightly to say that a lot of activists and pundits are entrepreneurs first, partisans second and ideologues third…and the third may even be a distant third. Lucrative careers are built on loud, entertaining (to the proper crowd) partisanship. I may have mentioned this before but one of my "check every so often" e-mail addresses is subscribed to a lot of ultra-right-wing mailings. One that pops up in there at least once a week and has for at least five years is from a guy who basically writes, "Here's the scandalous, illegal thing Hillary Clinton did yesterday and as a good American who doesn't want to see this country destroyed, I'm sure you'll send me lots of money because if I have lots of money, I can destroy her." I'm assuming the guy gets something for his troubles. He wouldn't be writing one or two of these each week unless they brought him some bucks. So if Hillary eats a cheese sandwich on date nut bread, he has to rig up an outrage about it to get someone mad enough that that person will PayPal him some moola.

An awful lot of our political discourse in this country operates on that basis: Get 'em mad enough to donate, buy your book, follow your radio or TV show, etc. It's so bizarre that a lot of us Obama supporters are annoyed at the man for retaining as many of George Bush's policies and employees as he has. At the same time, we have to watch Republicans and other Obama foes "reverse-engineer" (as Douthat puts it) arguments as to why those policies, which most of them supported when they were Bush policies, are now wrong. Ain't politics fun?

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In 1936, MGM Studios prepared a little eight minute featurette to promote upcoming movies. For it, a brief opening and a briefer closing were filmed featuring Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, along with their frequent co-star, Jimmy Finlayson. Apparently, all copies of this film have vanished off the face of the planet…at least, copies of it in English. A few years ago though, someone in Europe somewhere found a print that had been dubbed into French and this is it. As I said, Stan and Ollie are at the beginning and at the end. It's always nice to see hitherto-unseen footage of my favorite performers even if I'm not sure what the heck they're saying…

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