Mushroom Soup Wednesday

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I saw my surgeon yesterday about my new knee. The good news is that it's healing rapidly, way better than the norm. The bad news is that my lower leg is swollen due, I guess, to stuff from the knee draining downwards. He put a thing called a "gel cast" on my lower leg and ordered me to spend more time flat on my back, less time sitting at the computer for the next few days. I need to devote my computer time to an assignment so there may not be much opportunity for blogging through Friday when the gel cast comes off. Presumably, when it does, my leg will be in great shape.

Not much else to say about the debate. Everyone who doesn't seem to have a favorite candidate in the race thinks Hillary "won" by a handy margin and folks like Jonathan Chait believe she solidified her position as front-runner in a way that may keep Joe Biden out. Between Clinton, Sanders and Biden, I don't have a huge preference. I also wish that someday, we'd have presidential debates that are real debates instead of these little dueling 30-second sound bites.

I will be back when I can be back. And thanks to all who've sent good wishes for a speedy recovery. I think I'm having one. In the meantime, I get to use up more of these soup can graphics I made up. I have dozens of 'em.

Today on Stu's Show!

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You've seen or heard Alan Oppenheimer in hundreds of TV shows and commercials. He's the kind of actor I love: The guy who works all the time, the one casting directors call in because they know he'll be thoroughly professional and very good…and no producer or director will scold them for a bad casting pick. As a casting agent once told me about her job, "The secret is to have a little list of money-in-the-bank guys who always deliver." For a few decades, Alan's been on all or most of those lists and I can recall seeing him guest-star on three or four different TV shows in the same week, doing both comedy and drama. He's also had a fine career doing voiceovers for commercials and animation. (He played Skeletor, one of the best animated villains ever, on the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe series among many other roles.)

Think I'm exaggerating? His Internet Movie Database page has 285 listings on it for acting and I'll bet it isn't close to complete. Alan is Stu Shostak's guest today and I don't know how they're even going to get halfway through all this man has done. Tune in and see how far they get.

Stu's Show can be heard live (almost) every Wednesday at the Stu's Show website and you can listen for free there. Webcasts start at 4 PM Pacific Time, 7 PM Eastern and other times in other climes. They run a minimum of two hours and sometimes go to three or beyond.  Shortly after a show ends, it's available for downloading from the Archives on that site. Downloads are a paltry 99 cents each and you can get four for the price of three. Be there or be square.

Today's Video Link

From 1984: Johnny Carson and Miss Piggy…

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Fred Kaplan thinks Hillary did great on foreign policy in the debate. Well, as the only person on the stage with any experience charting foreign policy, shouldn't that have been expected?

Tuesday Evening

I tried watching the Democratic Debate on my iPad lying in bed but either the Wi-Fi signal or the CNN app kept cutting out and freezing up. Based on what I did hear, this was not necessarily a bad thing. I think I heard enough to say that no one inflicted any real damage on anyone else, including themselves. I'll be surprised if the polls budge much. Martin O'Malley, I suspect, did himself the most good because he went from being just a name to most people to being a human being — though not one who's likely to challenge the Big Two. Jim Webb and Lincoln Chafee, meanwhile, came off as guys who are polling at 1% for a reason.

I think Hillary Clinton still has a problem with seeming authentic and I think Bernie Sanders still has a problem with convincing much of America that the word "socialist," at least how he uses it, is not a synonym for "Communist." I also think we still aren't even in the same year when the election is going to take place.

I dunno about you but I find my interest in this whole election intermittent. It's so far off and I can't help but feel like this isn't even the pre-game show yet; that whatever it's really going to be about is not what it's about right now. I am also increasingly aware that my ballot ain't gonna matter much. The Democratic nominee, whoever it is, will have lost if California's 55 electoral votes hang in the balance.

I'd like to tune it out for a few months…until, say, a couple of primaries have thinned out the herd. But there's too much at stake and also everywhere I go, people are talking about it and asking about it. Even when I was in the Rehab Center for my knee last week, people were asking me what I thought of Donald Trump. (The unanimous opinion of those I talked with about him, was that he was fun to watch but should not be allowed nowhere near any levers of power. Given the advanced ages of those around me, that was a bit surprising.)

Thirteen more months of this. Sigh.

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Matt Taibbi writes about Rupert Murdoch. Matt Taibbi does not like Rupert Murdoch.

Tonight, Tonight…

Harry Enten tells us that there are 174 people running for the Democratic nomination for president. Some of those 174 people don't even have 174 supporters. In any case, Mr. Enten tells us a little about the other three who'll be on stage at the debate tonight: Lincoln Chafee, Martin O'Malley and Jim Webb.

O'Malley, he tells us, is the only one who might gain standing tonight and "the only life-long Democrat in the Democratic field." Really? Out of 174 contenders? I think he means of the five on stage. It is amusing to think though that O'Malley apparently registered in the party the moment he was born. That's what you'd have to do to be a "life-long Democrat."

I don't expect anything of interest to happen tonight other than that Sanders will give Hillary a hard time over certain past votes and CNN's reporters will harass her about her e-mails. If anyone's a big winner tonight, it could well be Joe Biden.

Today's Video Link

Hey, have a look at this amazing optical illusion cake…

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Playboy has announced that it will stop featuring photos of nude women. To me, this is a little like a cooking magazine announcing that it's going to stop running those silly recipes. As a longtime reader/follower of Mr. Hefner's publication (and since the time I worked with Hef, possessor of a lifetime subscription he gave me), I always thought the makers of Playboy were fooling themselves to believe the naked ladies weren't the main reason people bought the thing.

Hefner himself always seemed to think it was a mag that spoke to the Complete Male, covering such a being's interests in politics, fashion, music, electronics, lifestyles, etc. And it really was a good magazine in many ways, paying top dollar for articles and cartoons. The nudes were just one aspect of all that…one topic of many that interested the men who purchased it every month. I suspect though they're about to discover that even in the Age of the Internet with so many porn sites just a click away, the folks who buy it for the article won't buy it for the articles without the nudes.

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Part of the reason I believe this is because I recall that when The Playboy Channel was starting up on cable, it was originally just hour after hour of shows with nude women appearing every five or ten minutes. Then someone got the idea that the channel could be more mainstream if it didn't just offer that so they started producing shows where no women disrobed — things like comedy roasts and jazz specials and interviews and other programming that took after the other, non-naked elements in the magazine…

…and it was a spectacular failure. It wasn't many months before they chucked all that. They not only brought back the unclad babes but they got rid of everything else. It was 24/7 nudes and they even began sneaking in hardcore sex films.

The trouble was that in the area of selling sex, Playboy was a superstar brand name. When they started trying to compete with Showtime or HBO or other channels that were then starting-up, they were a small, underfinanced player with no special advantage…and a subscriber base that had signed up to see tits and felt swindled. I have the feeling something similar's going to happen with the magazine.

But then the magazine's been pretty boring for a long time. To the extent it's about catering to the Complete Man, it's some Complete Man as defined by Hef in the sixties and not redefined nearly enough since then. Also, there are very few magazines today that seem as exciting as magazines did back then. Even before we all began living on the Internet, sales of almost all print periodicals went into freefall.

I guess I understand why they're trying what they're trying. First off, given their sales, they pretty much have to try something. Secondly, most of the success stories in magazines the last decade or so have involved reader demographics. You have to consistently deliver a readership that has buying power for certain products in a certain price range. Most of the top women's magazines are a great place to advertise if you're selling, say, make-up and perfume to women ages 15-40.

Most likely, someone at Playboy figures they can do the same thing for men of a certain age bracket and purchasing power…and that the centerfolds were alienating some potential advertisers. They may be right in the short run. I'll bet they're not right in the long run.

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Hugh Hefner is 89 and now seems to occupy his days being a sad parody of himself. The other day, I saw a photo of him with Bill Cosby at the Playboy Mansion. It accompanied an article about an underage woman who's now suing Cosby claiming she was drugged and molested on Hef's property. It really reminded me what an anachronism Playboy is these days.

My hunch is that the empire is just biding time 'til Hef is out of the picture one way or the other and someone who wants to be The New Hef swoops in, buys the operation and retools the whole thing into The New (but in selected ways, Classic) Playboy with himself as the centerpiece. That's when the nude women will come back. Along with a lot of the people who stop buying the magazine in the months to come.

Mushroom Soup Monday

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Taking another day off from heavy-duty blogging so I can work on a script. The knee keeps getting better, slowly but surely. It hurts but I'm fully functional as long as I stay in the house and don't attempt any strenuous functions. Today is two weeks since the surgery and I'm about where I expected to be in terms of healing, maybe even a bit ahead.

I've been catching up on shows on my TiVo, including some that have been residing there since before I went into the hospital. I finally watched all of that American Experience documentary on Walt Disney and wasn't too impressed. There was some wonderful rare footage but the film tried too hard (I thought) to tell us what was on Walt's mind each step of the way and what his emotional state was…and I wasn't convinced that the people telling us this had any more idea than I would have by guessing and theorizing. They kept telling us he had no close friends so where did most of these insights come from? And of course, no one could really cover all that history in four hours.

I like what Trevor Noah is doing at the helm of The Daily Show, though he still feels a little like he's guest-hosting. This is a work-in-progress and so far, it's progressing about as well as could be expected. I have the feeling this is going to be a somewhat different show — and not necessarily worse or better — in six months.

Dick Cheney as Speaker of the House? Well, why not? Maybe he can waterboard the Congressfolks who insist on shutting down the government until Obamacare, Planned Parenthood and the entire Democratic Party are eradicated.

I'll be back after I finish more pages. Maybe later tonight.

Today's Video Link

As I wrote back here, the first movie I ever saw once I was old enough to understand what I was seeing was the 1959 Jerry Lewis vehicle, Don't Give Up The Ship. I was seven years old at the time and as that link will also tell you, that viewing was followed by a very odd, memorable encounter with Mr. Lewis.

Paramount Studios has put it and many other films online for free viewing. It runs 88 minutes and it's not a bad film as Jerry Lewis films go. Gale Gordon gives an especially arch performance in the kind of role Gale Gordon played so well. If you're in the mood…

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Sunday Afternoon

I was away from my home for ten nights due to the surgery. Neither the hospital nor the rehab center offered Comedy Central or HBO but I managed to keep up with The Daily Show and Last Week Tonight with John Oliver thanks to my iPad, and since those places did have CBS, I could watch Stephen Colbert.

Nevertheless, I somehow came home to about twenty hours of other programming on my TiVo and I have the feeling that by the time I catch up on all of it, it'll be time to go in and get the other knee replaced.

Rejection, Part 3

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This is the third in a series of essays here about how professional or aspiring professional writers can and must cope with two various kinds of rejection — rejection of your work by the buyers and rejection by various folks in the audience. Part 1 can be read here and Part 2 can be read here.


There are all sorts of reasons why as a writer, your work gets rejected or fails to sell. We'll be discussing a lot of them before I finish this series but the one I'm trying to get out of the way here is that sometimes, you're pure and simple playing an unwinnable game. You're submitting your writing to someone who cannot buy it. It's like if you and I had twenty bucks between us and no interest in purchasing a new car but still, since it doesn't cost us anything, we walk into the store down on Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills that sells Maseratis and act like we're in a buying mood.

The salesguy can fast-talk and charm and offer us a great deal and even promise to arrange the sexual activity of our choice. It's still going to be No Sale and it's not like he's peddling an inferior product. We just ain't buying. In much the same way, it doesn't really cost anything for a publisher to advertise that he's looking for manuscripts or for a producer to spread the word that he's reading screenplays. He doesn't commit himself to spending a nickel and he doesn't even have to read what you send him.

Why would someone who wasn't prepared to buy try to look like he was? Maybe because we're dealing here with businesses where looking like you're active and busy and successful can be just a step or two away from actually being active, busy and successful…so image has its value. Often too, you're dealing with people who are quite sure they're about to be in a position to buy something and they just can't wait to get started. Or who are in denial that they aren't about to publish a book or make a movie.

Well over ten years ago, I was approached by a small animation firm that wanted me to come up with a feature they could produce. I told them an idea I had and they loved it…or at least, they said they loved it. Anyone can say "I want to produce this" but it becomes a very different statement when the next step is a large financial commitment. Still, they bragged they had twenty million dollars in financing and they seemed to be honest, skilled, enterprising, etc. I try to avoid talking money with people who want to hire me but before I could suggest they contact my agent, one of the folks there blurted out a range for my fee and it was a very nice, acceptable range. "Give my agent a call," I said, "and we can get started on this."

It was all going so well until the next moment. That's when they said they'd be contacting my agent the moment they closed their deal for the twenty million dollars.

You see, they didn't actually have the twenty million. They were about to get the twenty million. Until they had it, they couldn't give me a contract…and until I had a contract, I'd be working on spec. I decided not to do too much of that despite their urging that I get started.

As I said, it's been over ten years and they still don't have this financing. Every year or two, the head guy there phones and assures me it's coming, it's coming and, hey, it's up to thirty or forty mil now! He usually calls it a "done deal," a phrase I almost never hear with regard to a deal that is actually done. I tell him, "Fine. Call me when you have it and we'll start." If I'd started back when we first began discussing this idea of mine, I could well have spent a decade working on a project that was never going to happen, never going to pay me.

Moral of the Story: Don't kid yourself into thinking there's an opportunity where there isn't one. This may be tough because — to use a phrase I always thought was pretentious — writers are dreamers and it's easy to dream a successful, unrealistic future for yourself. Also, it may be tough because people you encounter may look like genuine buyers. They may appear sincere or even actually be sincere. (This animation producer really, really thinks all those millions in financing are a "done deal.") They may be well-connected. They may even be actively in business with others…and here's where I should tell you about Mr. Frack…

Frack, as I'm calling him, is an active producer of motion pictures in Hollywood. You may well have seen a film with his name on it. If he was interested in your spec screenplay, you'd have reason to be excited. But the harsh truth is that he would never be interested in your spec screenplay. Every movie he has produced since his first success has been a project that he originated.

They started with a one-sentence idea he came up with…or a topic that interested him. They've all had some subtle autobiographical component. He simply doesn't want to expend two years of his life on a movie unless he feels a great emotional connection to it and your idea won't do it for him. It has to be his idea. So he hires good writers, gives them some basic premises and ideas and let's them whip up scripts under his supervision and steering.

He doesn't get or even seek a writer credit. He doesn't contribute enough to deserve one. He just contributes enough to feel he provided the seed.

I have not been one of those writers but I worked for him on another project, a prospective TV series that his company wanted to co-produce. Since it was a co-production and television, he didn't feel the need to put himself at the top of the flow chart. But I lunched with him and sat in meetings with him…and I met Geoffrey. Geoffrey was his Director of Development. This was a fancy way of saying that Geoffrey was the guy in charge of receiving screenplays that were submitted to the company, reading them and then giving each a polite, professional rejection.

Geoffrey told me they got between twelve and twenty a week. He sat in an office all day and read them…or at least, read enough to write a little piece of coverage for each explaining dispassionately why the material in question, while perhaps wonderful in its way, didn't fit with the company's current needs. He could give just about any reason except the real one: Because it was already written and Frack didn't want to produce something that was already written.

I asked him if he ever read scripts that were so wonderful, he recommended the writer for one of Frack's self-generated projects. He replied, "I read lots of wonderful scripts by very talented writers. But every time Mr. Frack decides what kind of movie he wants to do next, he always seems to have a writer in mind."

Geoffrey has been doing this for Mr. Frack for at least ten years and before him, there were other Geoffreys, all charged with the same mission. It was and is imperative for Frack to remain on good terms with Hollywood agents. He needs to deal with them to get the writers he wants to hire to work from his rough blueprints. He needs to deal with them to get directors, stars, cinematographers, composers, etc. You stay on good terms with agents by considering their submissions and by giving them the ability to tell their clients, "I just submitted your screenplay to Frack Productions and they always read everything I send them."

And they do. They just don't buy them.

Do the math and it's not impossible that Frack Productions has rejected 15,000 screenplays. That could be 15,000 writers who wondered, perhaps with some amount of despair affixed, what was wrong with their brilliant script. Each had no way of knowing that what was wrong with their script was that they'd written it.

I believe that writers (and actors and other creative folks) who believe they'd had a large number of rejections are foolishly including in that number a large number of turndowns that were never in a million years going to happen. They submitted to or were submitted to people who were in no position to buy or not really interested in buying. That's frustrating to the rejected person but if your screenplay is rejected by someone who couldn't have bought it and maybe didn't read it, that's not the same thing as when it's submitted to someone who had the power 'n' budget to buy it who then read it and decided it wasn't right.

If your work gets to someone who can't say yes, why score it as a loss for yourself when they say no? I mean, it might be a loss in terms of marketing but it's not a failure of the material. Don't treat it as such. You have a different problem there, one we'll discuss later on in this series.

This is almost all I want to write about rejections that aren't really rejections. The last aspect of that I need to cover is when you submit not a bad piece of writing but the wrong piece for the buyer's needs. We'll get to that next time.

Mushroom Soup Saturday

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Hello. My knee is much better, thank you. I'm hobbling about but I've largely abandoned the walker. The Rehab Center gave me one but I wanted another — one for upstairs, one for downstairs — and they arranged for Apria Home Healthcare to deliver one to me on Thursday. That turned into Saturday and now I'm thinking it's going to be Monday or Tuesday and I'm going to refuse delivery because I no longer need a walker.

And remember the problems I had with Apria keeping me on hold? It was worse with the CVS Pharmacy that's supposed to be filling a prescription for me. Yesterday, I wound up calling the CVS corporate headquarters to complain there and I made my way up the food chain to a gent with a very impressive-sounding title. He promised he would contact my local CVS and have someone there call me, apologize for the absurdly-long hold time and discuss my prescription with me. Half an hour later, he called me back and admitted that even he couldn't get through to them. But I'll be okay for a few days without the drug in question and may decide that, like the walker, I no longer need it.

Tomorrow is the actual 40th anniversary of the first Saturday Night Live, not to be confused with that big, premature celebration they did last February. Doug Hill and Jeff Weingrad wrote the book about the show's history and here we have some excerpts from that first, crisis-plagued telecast.

The soup can graphic is up because I have a deadline that will keep me from frequent posting this weekend. Tomorrow, you'll be getting the next installment of my series on Rejection for writers. Some other goodies may turn up but for the most part, I'll be struggling in a primitive era with a very stupid barbarian. Back soon.

Ron Koblin, R.I.P.

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What do Doris Day and I have in common? Don't bother trying to figure it out and don't even go for a Rock Hudson joke. We both had our personal finances handled by The Most Honest Man in Hollywood. His name was Ronald R. Koblin and I found out yesterday that Ron died September 29 from a stroke. He was 71.

Ron was my Business Manager for 38 years. I am a ninny when it comes to the handling of money and Ron knew everything. The fact that I have any at all today is due to his skills, acumen, adulthood and total integrity.

He specialized in Hollywood agents, stars, directors and writers. He was very, very smart. If you're familiar with the history of Doris Day, you know that she once had every nickel she had in the world stolen by her business manager. When she regrouped, her lawyers had to select the most reliable, trustworthy outfit to manage her finances from future work plus the limited amount she was able to recoup in court from the crooked accountant. They chose the firm in which Ron was a partner.

In fact, he was so good at what he did that when friends asked me to recommend a good money handler, I always sent them to Ron…and Ron always turned them down politely because he had enough clients and didn't want more than he could service without delegating responsibility. Around 1985, he left the large firm in which he was a partner with and started a smaller one that was just him and his trusty secretary Toni servicing a select group of clients. Then a few years ago, he closed that office and retired but he retained an even smaller group of clients and watched over their finances, working out of his lovely home. I was so pleased to be part of both groups.

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In 1980, I bought my first and current house. Ron's handling of my cash in the years before helped make that possible and he worked out all the details from my end for escrow and loans and confusing things like that. The house I found and agreed to purchase was owned by a nice lady named Sarah who was paying off a mortgage on it from Home Savings and Loan in Beverly Hills. My realtor, with Ron's aid, negotiated two different purchase prices for it.

If Sarah paid off her home loan early — which she would do in selling it to me — she would have to pay a $10,000 penalty to Home Savings. However, if the new owner of that house (i.e., me) secured his home loan through Home Savings, the penalty fee was waived. Ergo, the purchase price to which I agreed was a certain amount if I got my loan at Home Savings and it was $10,000 more if I got it elsewhere.

(Am I confusing you? Sorry. All you need to know is that I was going to save ten grand if I got my home loan at Home Savings.)

I made an appointment to go see the man there who was in charge of deciding if his firm would give me one. This was by no means a slam dunk because of my profession as a freelance writer of comic books and TV shows. If you do that kind of thing for a living, your income can be very unstable and unpredictable.

I dressed nicely and went to the Home Savings offices which were in a beautiful building with ornate tile work at 9245 Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills. (It's now a Chase Bank and still quite beautiful.) A serious man who looked very much like a humorless Gavin McLeod looked over my application, made some grunts, eyed me with suspicion and when he got to part that gave my occupation, he said, "Writer? That's not good. We've had to do a lot of foreclosures on writers."

I immediately imagined $10,000 going away. Then my dread intensified: I thought, "If Home Savings won't give me a loan, maybe no one will." I had a brief vision of the wonderful house I'd found going away.

It was interrupted when Gavin said, "Before we can make a decision on this, we'll need copies of your tax returns for the last three years. How soon do you think you could get them to us?"

I asked, "Would twenty minutes be soon enough?"

He looked at me like I was trying to pull a fast one. I said, "No, really. Could I use your phone?" With a dire look of skepticism, he pushed his desk phone towards me and I called Ron, who was all the way across the street. (Don't believe me? Check the addresses. Home Savings was at 9245 Wilshire. As you can see on the above check, Ron's office was at 9350 Wilshire.)

I told Ron what I needed and that I wanted to run over and get copies. He said, "Don't bother. I'll bring them to you myself!" Less than fifteen minutes later, a bit winded from sprinting across the boulevard, Ron walked in with copies of the forms. Gavin McLeod recognized him from past dealings and said, "Ron Koblin! If you're this young man's business manager, there should be no problem with this loan." Within minutes, it was approved.

I realized later that Ron thought that might happen if he took them over himself, which is why he didn't send a secretary or let me cross Wilshire. It was one of countless services that this very wise, good man did for me over the 38 years. I am so sad to lose him as my protector and, more importantly, as my friend.