Monkey Business

All right, let me see if I have this straight…

One night on The Tonight Show, Bill Maher suggested that Donald Trump was born of the union between Trump's mother and a male orangutan. Then he added, "I'm not saying it's true. I hope it's not true. But unless he comes up with proof, I'm willing to offer $5 million to Donald Trump that he can donate to a charity of his choice." Trump then sent a copy of his birth certificate to Maher and is now suing him for the five million.

This is the same Donald Trump who does not accept Barack Obama's birth certificate as proof of anything.

Now, I'm guessing this'll never see the inside of a courtroom…and if it does, a judge will toss it as frivolous. But I assume Maher's next move will be to milk this for all the attention it's worth and to declare that Trump's birth certificate is an obvious forgery…maybe bring on "experts" to assert that. This will put Mr. Trump in the ludicrous position of asserting that his unqualified experts are right about the Obama birth certificate and Maher's unqualified experts are wrong about the Trump birth certificate.

I believe Trump has also insisted that he's never said for sure that Obama wasn't born here; just that he's asking questions. And of course, Maher never said he was sure that Trump was fathered by an orangutan. He's just asking questions.

Maher might also point out that Trump's "proof" that his biological father was not an orangutan isn't proof at all. When they put your name down on a birth certificate as father, they don't do DNA testing. If the mother and alleged father assert that's the father, that's the name that is listed.

So what is it with Trump? Is it that he doesn't mind people thinking he's a clown just as long as the checks clear and they're spelling his name right on buildings? He seems to do one of these a year, often around the time his Celebrity Apprentice needs attention. Last year, Lawrence O'Donnell on MSNBC called it to the day in predicting when Trump would withdraw his alleged candidacy for the presidency. If Trump does have any political aspirations, he probably shouldn't be denying Maher's allegation. The orangutan vote may be the only one he can get.

Fun With Numbers

I'm pleased to see that someone has found a prime number with 17,425,170 digits. This is going to come in very handy.

Right after the 1980 census, I was on a radio call-in show where someone asked why, when they filled out their census forms, they had to give their phone number. I explained that the idea was to get the phone number of everyone in the country, add them all together, divide by the total population and then arrive at The Average American Phone Number. A little later, someone called in and asked, "How is that affected if someone has two phone numbers?"

I'm not sure why the first item reminded me of the second but it did.

Today's Video Link

Last week, the TV Academy hosted a panel discussion called "Retire From Show Biz? No Chance!" It featured a group of veteran, still-working performers — Pat Carroll, Kaye Ballard, Charlotte Rae, Marvin Kaplan and Anne Jeffreys…and they were joined mid-panel by surprise guest Jerry Lewis. Here's a video of the proceedings which were moderated by Illeana Douglas. The whole thing runs 1.5 hours and Mr. Lewis arrives around 39 minutes in…

From the E-Mailbag…

I'm getting many messages about the Fred Astaire clip. Kevin Boury writes…

Loved the video of Alfred E. Neuman dancing. I wasn't sure if it was Fred Astaire or not, but now I am pretty convinced that it is him.

The clues are in the hands, which are the only real body part we can see. Often during this dance, you will see "Alfred" curling his inner fingers. Fred did this because he thought his hands were too long and that he could make them appear shorter in this way.

The other reason is that at about the 2m40s mark, you get a medium shot with "Alfred's" hands on Barrie's hips. It's a good shot of his hands and, after comparing them to photos online, I think these hands are far more long and elegant like Fred's hands than those of Hermes (which look more muscular and perhaps even slightly hairy).

Also, the body movements just look like Fred's body in motion. On the other hand, I am sure that he and Hermes could imitate each other pretty well after working together so often.

So am I sure? No, but the curled fingers are such a big giveaway that I would say I'm about 95% sure it's the elegant, swellegant Fred Astaire.

You have me half-convinced. In the meantime, someone named Carolyn — who does not seem to be the same Carolyn who's currently downstairs making me an omelet — sent me a photo of Mr. Astaire and the following…

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FWIW, early in the clip, when "Alfred" is polishing a glass behind the bar, you can see a ring on his right hand pinky. Lots of photos of Fred Astaire show he usually wore a ring on his pinky. It's a little harder to find photos of Hermes Pan, but the few I found had no ring.

As proof goes, that ain't bad. As far as I'm concerned, unless someone comes up with hard evidence that it wasn't Fred Astaire, it was.

Veeblefetzers on Parade

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Hey, speaking of MAD: Remember some time ago I told you about a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds to complete a documentary about that rag? Well, the fund-raising crusade is in its closing days and they're getting near their goal. They'll either make it or fall maddeningly short of it.

Wouldn't you hate to see them miss it by…well, about the size of that pledge you might make? You'd spend the rest of your life consumed with guilt that you could have made it happen! I wouldn't wish that upon you so go and read about the thing . It's called When We Went MAD! and it features interviews with most of the Usual Gang of Idiots. You want them to make this film. You know you want it.

Fred?

A couple of folks have written to me to suggest that the man behind the Alfred E. Neuman mask in yesterday's video link probably wasn't Fred Astaire and was probably Hermes Pan, who was Mr. Astaire's main choreographer. This may well be…but MAD sure seemed to think it was Mr. Astaire, and the book Hermes Pan: The Man Who Danced with Fred Astaire by John Franceschina says it was Astaire. We may never know for sure…

Bye Bye, Bumstead!

The Duluth News Tribune has been carrying the newspaper strip Blondie since May of 1937 but they're dropping it tomorrow. Why? Well, here: Let the editor tell you about his decision.

Blogkeeping

A software hiccup just posted a message here that I posted a few weeks ago. If you saw it, don't worry. You are not experiencing Déjà vu. It's just one of the glitches of life.

Today's Video Link

You all remember Barrie Chase from when she danced with Dick Shawn in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. Well, here she is on a 1959 Fred Astaire special dancing with…Alfred E. Neuman. Alfred E.'s face had been around for some time in various forms but this may have been the first time he appeared in "other media" after being adopted by MAD. And who's that man wearing the Alfred E. Neuman mask? Well, when MAD talked about this in an issue shortly after it aired, they said it was Mr. Astaire himself. And I don't know that it wasn't…

VIDEO MISSING

Attention, Comic Book Collectors!

Do you have a copy of either Target Comics v1 #8 (Sep '40) or Silver Streak Comics #1 (Dec '39)? If so, get in touch with Blake Bell.

On Your Marks…

Badges for the 2013 Comic-Con International in San Diego will go on sale to the general public at 9 AM Pacific Time on Saturday, February 16. They will sell out quickly…and by "quickly," I mean by like 9:10 or 9:15 or somewhere around there. There may be more available later but if you wanna go, take a stab at it that morning. It is vital that you read this page well in advance of that time and that you have a Member I.D. number.

The system is not ideal. Given that the hall holds something like 130,000 people and there are well more than half a million who'd buy badges if they could, no system is going to be ideal. No system is going to allow everyone who wants to attend to attend. If you have a better idea how things should operate, don't tell me. Send it to the convention committee. Contrary to the belief of some, I don't have anything to do with the running of that convention. I just run a lot of panels at it.

In the meantime, we're looking ahead at this year's WonderCon, which will be held in Anaheim at the end of March. WonderCon is presented by the same folks who bring us Comic-Con International and some would say it's a scaled-down version of the larger event, about a third of the size. A third is still pretty big and there's still more than enough to see and do at WonderCon. No one gets to experience 100% of Comic-Con anyway. You're lucky if you experience a third of that monster. Anyway, badges for WonderCon are available right this minute if you go here. You can have a splendid time at either event…or both.

Yesterday's Tweeting

  • Wayne LaPierre says the lights at the SuperDome wouldn't have gone out if everyone inside had been armed. 18:42:34

Today's Video Link

In honor of Super Bowl Sunday, here's John Cleese on football…

From the E-Mailbag…

Jeff Koval writes…

The problem I'm running into is that the web seems to be overflowing with "advice" and "jobs" sites that I don't consider particularly trustworthy. It really seems like the majority of these sites are spit out just to grab domain names. Perhaps most of them are just completely fabricated web garbage. Anyway, there's a lot of them.

It's the same with books on the subject. I'm just not sure which ones are insightful and which ones were tossed off for a quick buck. Not to mention fake reviews…there's really all kinds of ways to be skeptical and/or paranoid.

Can you recommend any good websites or guides that would be useful for someone like me who really just needs to figure out a way into that world? Also, advice in general would be welcome. I seem to remember you posting about freelancing in the past, so I apologize if these questions seem redundant to you.

I've seen very few websites that offer anything that strikes me as good advice for the world of freelance writing. There are a few, like those of my friends Lee Goldberg and Colleen Doran, that will sometimes warn you about the many scams that are out there to get you to work for free…or even to pay them instead of them paying you. A lot of careers are derailed because a wanna-be leads with his or her heart, believes a phony opportunity is real and gets screwed over.

I haven't seen any books that are that helpful. There may be some but I haven't seen them.

Finding a way into the world of freelance writing varies a lot depending on what you want to write, where you're starting…and to some degree, what your expectations are. My expectation when I started at age 17 was to be a writer and darn near nothing else for the rest of my life…and so far, with my 61st birthday a month away, I've managed it. I've been an editor, a producer, a voice director, a cartoonist and even on one or two frightening occasions, a performer. Those are little bonus titles that are largely meaningless to me, credits I sometimes forego. What matters to me is being a writer. I suspect that commitment has had a lot to do with continued employment. I kinda had to succeed to some extent because I was so much less competent at other things…

…and also because I liked writing. Always have, always will. To me, the requirement to be a professional writer is that you love it enough that no matter what happens in your life, you still want to sit down and write for many hours each day. I occasionally moan at the circumstances under which I must write — some deadlines, certain restrictions, etc. — but when I hear writers complain about the sheer necessity of dragging themselves to the keyboard to write, I think their real problem is they're in the wrong profession. When people ask me, as they do, how I manage to come up with so much content on this weblog, I tell them pure and simple: I like doing it. It's writing and the subject matter is always a recess from whatever people are paying me to write that week.

As a writer, you have to write. And as a freelancer, you have to accept the sporadic, short-term nature of your profession. I know freelancers who whine that nothing is steady. Well, it's not supposed to be steady. That's why it's called freelancing, dum dum.

In the 44 years I've been doing it, I've never really been out of work. I've also never had a gig that I felt reasonably certain would be there a year — more often, six months — down the line. And as an important adjunct to that, I've never had a time when 100% or even 75% of my income came wholly from one source. I'm always doing three or more things at a time and talking to ten more about projects in the future. (A rough rule of thumb for me is that if I'm talking to ten people about things I might write soon, I know that five are very remote possibilities and that of the remaining five, one is likely to happen, two at the most.) I have also never been exclusive to any company or buyer.

Very little of that is a brag. Quite the opposite, I envy so much about people who have a job they love and it's secure and they can be reasonably certain that they can be doing it ten years from now if they want. I just accept that I've selected a career where that kind of thing rarely happens.

I think you need to accept it. I had a friend years ago who was a pretty good writer. At some point, because he married young and fathered not long after, he took a staff job at a manufacturing firm writing technical manuals and such. It was boring, unchallenging work but it was also the kind of company where they hire you and you stay there until half past your retirement party.

If you want. After ten or fifteen years there, he decided he didn't want.

He felt he was neglecting a large part of himself. He was a creative writer who was not doing creative writing. He tried to bat out a novel or maybe some short stories in his spare time but that didn't work. He was the kind of guy who could only manage X number of hours per week writing and the job just consumed too much of X.

Finally, when his daughter went off to college and he realized he had a nice cushion in the bank, he decided he had to go for it. He had to try to become the kind of writer he believed in his soul he should be. He quit the tech-writing job and tried freelance writing of a more creative nature.

Well aware it can take a while to get established, he had no expectations of immediate success…which was good because he didn't have any. But he had some non-immediate success. Many who try this sell nothing. Absolutely nothing. He sold something…and then another something and then a few more somethings…articles, fillers, a couple of comic book scripts. His income did not equal what he made as a technical writer but it was closing in on that level.

And then one day, he gave up and went back to the manufacturing firm. It just drove him too crazy, he said, to freelance. He lived with a constant tightness in his stomach, fretting that each piece wouldn't sell or that each assignment would be his last from a given buyer. He needed stability in his life more than he needed to pursue his muse. I don't fault him one bit for that. He had to do what he had to do.

There's an old story about Bert Lahr, the great comedian. He opened on Broadway in a play called The Beauty Part and it was a triumph. Opening night, the critics were standing and cheering. A gent I knew named Jonathan Lucas told me this story. He told me he was there for the opening and that he rushed backstage and said to Lahr, whom he knew, "It's a smash, Bert! It'll run for three years!"

To which Lahr replied, sourly, "Yeah, but what do I do then?"

I can't guarantee this story is true. For one thing, after Jonathan told it to me, I saw it cited in a couple of books and magazines with other folks claiming they'd rushed backstage and said what Jonathan said he'd said to the Cowardly Lion guy.

But in every telling, Lahr's line was the same…and it's exactly how you can't think if you want to be a freelancer. You need to recognize the on again/off again nature of what we do. It drove my friend crazy to not know what he'd be writing next month and how much, if anything, he'd make. To get the knot out of his tummy, he had to go back to writing tech manuals. As far as I know, he's still at it and probably better off there. Just as not everyone was made to work 9-to-5 in an office, not everyone was made to work at home in their jammies, keeping their own hours.

This is really the best advice I can give someone who wants to be a freelancer and it's not all that different from what I tell someone who wants to be an actor or a dancer or a director or any job where you go from gig to gig. It's important to understand the unpredictable rhythms of the work and that you're signing on to be a wandering nomad. And it can really help if you can learn to appreciate and even be amused by it. If you can't, there are other vocations and maybe you'd be happier in one of them.

Bonny Dore, R.I.P.

Television producer Bonny Dore died this morning, the culmination of a long battle with blood cancer. Though she was a great friend and co-worker of mine for around thirty years, I'm not sure how old she was. Too young to have this happen to her, certainly.

Bonny began her long career in broadcasting right after she graduated from the University of Michigan. In no time at all, she was the General Manager and founder of WSDP-FM 88.1 based in Plymouth, Michigan, and soon after that, she was in New York, working in public television. She co-created the award-winning children's series Vegetable Soup for PBS and went on to create and produce another award-winning kids' educational program, Hot Fudge for ABC.

Soon after, she joined ABC in an executive capacity supervising prime-time variety shows and specials and later watching over and helping develop Saturday morning programming and After-School specials. Among the shows she kept an eye on were American Bandstand, Scooby Doo, The Krofft Supershow and Schoolhouse Rock. Around 1976, one of ABC's main suppliers hired her away and she spent around a decade as Executive Vice-President of Development and Production for Krofft Entertainment. For them, she developed and produced dozens of children's programs, variety shows and specials and TV-Movies…far more than the Internet Movie Database seems to know about.

One of my favorite TV Movies she produced was a colorful 1981 entry called Side Show. Later when she left the Kroffts and struck out on her own, she produced (actually, executive produced) a number of highly-rated mini-series including Glory Glory for HBO and Sins (starring Joan Collins) for CBS. For CBS, she also produced a situation comedy called First Impressions which introduced Brad Garrett to television…and there are so many more I could name.

She was also a Past President of Women in Film and Co-Chair of the Caucus for Television Producers, Writers and Directors, and was extremely active in both organizations. The last few years as health permitted, she was managing producers and writers while assembling film and TV projects. Every time we got together, she seemed to have nineteen deals pending.

I was saddened by the news when her wonderful husband Sandy called this afternoon with the news. Two of my best associations in the industry began one day in 1978 when Bonny hired me as a writer for Sid and Marty Krofft's company. One great association was with Sid and Marty; the other, with Bonny. (Those of you who attended the Saturday Cartoon Voices panel at the 2010 Comic-Con International may recall that I brought all three of them up on stage for an ovation.) When people ask me how I began writing for animation, I give them a simple answer: Bonny Dore recommended me to write a cartoon special for ABC and strictly on her recommendation, without even reading a word I'd written, the producer gave me the job. That's how much people trusted her.

Bonny was a smart lady who understood the television business, a field that is rarely understandable to most in it. We went through many a war together and two reasons I made it through were her wisdom and her nearly-invulnerable sunny disposition. She knew everyone in the industry and everyone knew her and liked her. And will miss her.