Happy Anniversary!

Forty-five years ago this morning, my friend-partner Steve Sherman picked me up outside the house where I lived with my parents. In the car also were Steve's brother Gary and our brother Bruce Simon, and we freewayed down to the U.S. Grant Hotel in San Diego. There, we attended Day One of the Golden State Comic Con which has since morphed into Comic-Con International.

It was in the basement of the Grant which was then undergoing serious reconstruction. The attendees had to navigate around workers and temporary walls but we didn't care. We had a great time.

The number of attendees has since been estimated at 300. It felt like more to me but I'm not saying that number is wrong. Even 300 felt like a lot even though at today's con, 300 is about the number of people on the premises dressed as Harley Quinn. I remember everyone being very excited that the event had happened at all and that it attracted as many people as it attracted.

The big Guest of Honor that day was Jack Kirby. I wrote the tale back here of how I was supposed to introduce his speech and didn't. At the time, Jack had left Marvel but his new work from DC had not yet begun appearing…so some of the fans who showed up to get his autograph on Marvels were a little puzzled. One even asked me if he was allowed to sign issues of Fantastic Four now that he was no longer the book's artist.

I just started to write that no one who was there that day imagined what the convention would become…but I realized that is not a true statement. Jack knew. I don't know how he knew but he knew.

In any case, it was quite a day. The high point was probably Jack's talk. The low point was…well, there were two. On the way back, we stopped off in San Clemente because none of us had had anything to eat all day. You'd think a lot of restaurants would be open on a Saturday night in a city that was then the second home of the President of the United States but somehow, we wound up at a Jack-in-the-Box. And then when I got home, I found out that my father's car had been stolen out of our driveway and somehow, rushing out that morning to climb into Steve's, I hadn't noticed it.

But there were no low points at the con itself. The con itself was a wonderful thing and I can't believe it was 45 years ago.

Today's Video Link

A combination of business and personal responsiblities here (plus knee problems) have kept me away from New York for quite a few years now. I hope to change that soon.

Among the shows I regret not seeing back there is the recently-closed production of On the Twentieth Century with Kristin Chenoweth and Peter Gallagher. That's a great play and I'm sure Ms. Chenoweth was superb in the role originated — but not played for long — by Madeline Kahn.

Here's an entire number from the revival — "Veronique." Ms. Chenoweth played Lily Garland, a great star of the stage and screen (though lately, only screen). This song is a flashback to her discovery in a musical mounted by theatrical empresario Oscar Jaffee. She was plain ol' Mildred Plotka when Jaffee cast her as a French street singer whose refusal to sleep with Prussian chancellor Otto von Bismarck caused the entire Franco-Prussian War. Here is Chenoweth making the transformation from Plotka to Diva…

From the E-Mailbag…

A person who doesn't seem to want to be quoted by name wrote…

I have a question about your July 16th post on the unknown assistant of Carl Barks, and the self-help mantra that all dreams can come true. Clearly, the person in question lacked talent and a desire to work hard.

But I'm wondering how many people you've known with exceptional talent and focus…who spared no effort or perseverance or sacrifice over decades of working toward their goal…only to be disappointed repeatedly. How do we know if a setback should motivate us to try even harder…and when it's a sign that we're following the wrong path?

I'm curious if you've known anyone who was a complete failure despite a lifetime of working tirelessly to achieve their dream.

Sure…and it gets back to that thing I keep saying about finding the sweet spot between idealism and pragmatism. I've also known people who never got anywhere due to personal problems. There are people whose careers get derailed by illness or marital problems or parental dilemmas and I certainly crossed paths with some who destroyed their own chances via drugs or drink.

I've even seen people who've ruined promising careers by being unreliable or difficult. "Unreliable" is bad. "Difficult" can be lethal. A few years back, I was talking with an agent and he mentioned that a certain writer we both knew had decided to give it up and get into non-writing work. "He was good," the agent said. "But he wasn't good enough to get away with being that big an asshole."

The "pragmatism" part of my little aphorism kind of demands that you recognize the marketability of your output. Yes, you have to be able to create good work but you also have to be able to create that which someone wants to buy and you have to find some way to get it to the people who might want to buy it. You know all those jokes about bad investments?

"My financial advisory got me into a great deal. I've invested everything I own in a chain of Big Man's shops in Tokyo!"

"I've invested everything I own in a chain of tuxedo stores in Tijuana!"

"I've invested everything I own in a chain of Radioshacks in Amish country!"

Those jokes. There are unmarketable ideas out there. Right now, there's probably some guy shopping around an idea for a new version of The Dating Game starring Bill Cosby. I think a lot of beginners are told, "Write what you want to see" or "Write what matters to you" and they take that way too far and, in effect, open a restaurant selling pulled pork sandwiches in a Kosher neighborhood. Those could be the greatest pulled pork sandwiches in the world but, you know, it isn't just the quality that matters or even the effort.

A few years ago, a writer acquaintance steamrollered me into reading his pitch for a new western TV show that was very much like Bonanza in terms of setting and tone. He asked me what I thought it needed and I said, "A time machine." I wished him well but I think he'd have better luck with the chain of Big Man's shops in Tokyo.

How do you know if a setback should motivate you to try even harder? I think you have to look at what kind of setback it is and how often it happens. You might be trying to sell something that nobody wants, period. Or you might be trying to sell something that's so much like what everyone else is trying to sell that you get lost in the herd.

Back when the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High was just coming out, I was hired by a producer to write a teen comedy that, God willing, would have the same appeal. One of the reasons he picked me is that I had a reputation for being fast and when he hired me, he said, "In three months, the market will be glutted with this kind of script. I want something I can be shopping around in one." I was a big hero to him when I delivered a first draft in two weeks.

He said, "This is great. Cut ten pages and lose the tits." When we'd discussed the project two weeks earlier, he wanted scenes in it like the one in Fast Times where Phoebe Cates takes off her bikini top. (If you're not familiar with the scene, it's only findable in about 73 trillion places on the Internet.)

Fourteen days later, he decided he needed to aim for a PG so I cut ten pages, including stuff like that and then into the marketplace he went with it. He had attached an experienced director and he had about a third of the financing pledged. What he needed was a studio that would put up the other two-thirds and then distribute the thing.

Within a few weeks, he called me back and said, "We may be too late. Everybody's already got a script like this." In the end, nothing happened with it and the quality of my screenplay became largely irrelevant since no one wanted to read it.

That's a setback but it's a different setback from if people were reading the script and not liking it. In this case, we had a numerical problem — the same problem actors face when fifty people go in to audition for one role. 49 of them are going to get turned down and it's usually not because only one of them was good. Dustin Hoffman and Al Pacino are reportedly up for the same parts often. When Dustin doesn't get picked, it isn't because he has no future as an actor.

I think you need the idealism to keep going and you need the pragmatism to understand why you don't get the job or don't sell your script. It may be that you just aren't very good…or more likely, very special. Or it may be like those Big Man's Shops in Tokyo and you need to see if there's something else you have to sell, something a bit more commercial. Then again, I've also known writers who I thought were trying too hard to be commercial to the point of not playing to their strengths, writing what seemed to be hot instead of what they were good at.

There are also people who may be good at writing but rotten at selling; again, a restaurant analogy: If you want to have a successful restaurant, you not only need to be able to make good food, you need to be able to manage a restaurant and publicize it properly. If that's your problem, recognize it and address it. (And it's where advice from me is really useless. When new writers ask me how to break into the profession, I tell them, "I dunno. I haven't done that in over forty years. Ask someone who's broken into the current industry.")

Am I answering your question? I'm trying to say that, yes, I've known wanna-bes who worked tirelessly to achieve their dream and never got within fifty furlongs of it. There are a lot of reasons why writers — or actors or directors or whatever — don't make it and it helps to have enough realism in your attitude to understand why you aren't getting anywhere.

If you can't tell the difference, maybe that's the time to think of another line of work you'd like to pursue. If you know anything about men's suits and wouldn't mind relocating to Tokyo, I'm a partner in something over there which might have an opening.

"Rowdy" Roddy Piper, R.I.P.

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Roderick George Toombs was once the most hated man in the wrestling game but I liked him. Under his stage/ring name of "Rowdy" Roddy Piper, he wrestled hundreds of times with most of the audience booing him and wishing for him to die a slow, painful death. People paid good money to go see him wrassle, praying for his defeat and humiliation.

His career was a masterpiece of acting and showmanship since, first of all, he was a real nice guy when he wasn't being paid to play a rat. And secondly, he became a superstar of professional wrestling without really having the physique for it. Hulk Hogan — against whom he was often pitted — was constructed like a wrestler: 6'7" and body-built to a glistening sheen. Roddy was barely 6' (shorter than I) and not all that muscular. Still, through Roddy's sheer personality and performance, he managed to look like someone who might very well kick the Hulkster's ass. I do not think it is a coincidence that Roddy was among the 1% of professional wrestlers who ever manage to make money doing anything in front of an audience besides wrestling.

It seemed to me his success was due to three things, one being that showmanship and his ability to work a crowd. Another was his willingness to endure the physical strains and injuries that can occur in the ring even if you're following a scenario wherein you're supposed to triumph. And the last of the three was his ability to laugh off the hatred he sometimes encountered when, as per the script, he won. Some people who take this kind of thing way too seriously really despised him. To Roddy, all of this was part of the job.

Back in the eighties, I co-produced and wrote a CBS special and he was our star. He was utterly professional, totally cooperative and very eager to please everyone. I can't think of a star I ever worked with who had less ego. My favorite moment of the experience? It may been this incident which I related here before as follows…

We were having lunch at the old Hamptons Restaurant on Highland — the one I was later a partner in but this was before that. The guy at the table behind Roddy kept moving his chair around and bumping into Roddy's chair. Roddy asked him politely to stop doing that. The guy kept doing it so Roddy asked him again…still polite but a bit less so. Finally, Roddy asked the waiter to tell the man to either stop bumping into him or move to another table.

The other diner got angry at Roddy (not yet realizing who it was) and turned to him and barked, "What's your problem, fella?" Roddy turned and got up and said in a Clint Eastwood reading, "My problem is that you keep bumping my chair." The other diner for some reason was itching to make this Roddy's fault and to demand an apology. He got up too…and from the body language, it looked for about two seconds like someone was going to take a swing at someone.

But then, and I wish I had a photo of it, the other guy suddenly realized he was messing with "Rowdy" Roddy Piper, the guy who liked to take a folded-up metal folding chair and bash his ring opponents into unconsciousness with it. The change in facial expression was acute and hilarious. He promptly apologized to "Mr. Piper" (addressing him that way) and moved his chair around to the other side of the table so he was nowhere near Roddy.

And Roddy whispered to me, "See? The reputation does me some good."

He died last night at the age of 61. Cardiac arrest, they're saying. You know, you hear so much in and around show business about people who seem nice but really aren't that I want to make this point: He played a bad guy but he was a good guy. Isn't it nice that it can also work that way?

Letter Man

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Are you Hooked on Words? Being a writer, I am but what I'm actually asking is if you've played a game on your Smartphone or other electronic device called Hooked on Words. So I guess I should ask if you're hooked on Hooked on Words.

I have it on my iPhone and I play it when I'm waiting somewhere for a few minutes. The app shows you columns of random letters — six columns at a time, each containing seven letters. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to find words in it. Like in the illo below, you can find "ring" or "grin" or "side" or "bedtime." Your finger can go from any letter to the letter up, down or diagonal but you can't repeat the same tile in a word. As you use up letters, others drop down to fill the voids.

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I usually don't play it for very long and I really don't keep score. I just give myself little challenges — like one time, I'll decide to see how many words I can find regardless of length before the nurse comes out to tell me the doctor is ready to see me. Or other times, I'll decide to take as much time as I need but to only make words of six or more letters.

Most of the time to spell a word of any length, you have to go up and down and diagonal and move around in an odd pattern. Every once in a while though, the random letter selection just gives you a nice, long word by chance.

The other day I was waiting for the doctor who's making my knees work better and I started playing, not really playing hard or concentrating. All of a sudden, I noticed that the game had by chance given me a seven-letter pattern that was very familiar, though it wasn't acceptable as a word. I immediately did a screen capture so I could preserve it and share it with you. The screen capture has been Photoshopped only to reduce the size of it. I didn't change what's in the image in any way.

Here — take a look: Ignore the word "tit" and check out the second column from the right. What are the odds of that?

And Also…

Also: On Sunday at 9 PM, Comedy Central is running some sort of special using material from The Daily Show. It's called News Your Own Adventure: The Quest for the Best Daily Show Segments and that's about all I know about it.

And on Thursday, Stewart's last day as host, they're airing a day-long marathon of old shows. I sure hope they're thinking of rerunning a lot of that material in the future. I think it would draw a consistent audience despite its age.

More Stewart Stuff

This article over at Hollywood Reporter says, as I quote: "Jon Stewart's final Daily Show episode will feature guests Louis C.K., Denis Leary and Amy Schumer. The longtime late-night host made the announcement at the end of Thursday night's episode." No, he didn't. He said those people would be on next week but he didn't say they'd be on his last show.

The piece also says the last show will be 50 minutes long. I assume that's so and I'm waiting to see if anyone tells my TiVo, which still thinks it's 32 minutes.

After I posted the previous message, I thought of one other thing I should have said. Bill Carter says that something Stewart put on The Daily Show made Megyn Kelly cry. That may be so but I don't think it got her to change her act, nor did it probably cause any of her viewers to think less of her as a newsperson. My admiration for Jon Stewart is vast and great but I sometimes think his lasting impact is being exaggerated.

Also: I still don't know what's going to happen in the Daily Show timeslot between the time Stewart does his last show and Trevor Noah does his first. And has anyone heard anything resembling a debut date for the new Jason Jones show or the one with Samantha Bee?

Recommended Reading

Bill Carter on what Jon Stewart achieved on The Daily Show. I think this essay (and other praise Stewart is now receiving) may make too much of the more concrete effects — like getting CNN's Crossfire canceled, which given its ratings was no major toppling. I think Mr. Stewart gave us a brilliant, entertaining show that raised a lot of awareness in this country but didn't have a whole lot of impact in quantifiable ways. He exposed an awful lot of lying and hypocrisy among politicians and pundits and newsfolks…but I'm not sure it did those people a whole lot of harm.

Losing It in a Big Way

This went up on this site on March 26, 2009 to answer a question often put to me in private messages. My answer has not changed so when people now ask me, I refer them to this message…

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As some of you may know, I had Gastric Bypass Surgery in May of '06 and lost, depending on how one scores, between 100 and 135 pounds. I have not for one second regretted having the operation. All sorts of complications and problems are possible with this kind of surgery…with any kind of surgery, actually. I have experienced none of them. One of my many doctors said he'd never seen a better experience than I had.

So…to what do I attribute this? Two things. One is that my physician steered me to a surgeon who apparently was (and I guess still is) among the best in the business. Said my doc, "There are many people out there now performing this procedure, since it's becoming quite a fad. An awful lot of them shouldn't be doing it." The one he recommended was very good and very thorough. Before a surgeon can commence bypassing your gastric, you have to have a lot of tests and examinations, and this surgeon required more than most. Due to quirks of my health insurance, I think I spent more money qualifying for the surgery than I did for the surgery.

I was examined inside and outside, backwards and forwards, upside-down and rightside-up. It was even required that I undergo a psychiatric evaluation — the first time I've ever gone near a "shrink" in a professional context. I went to his office, sat down and he asked me if I'd ever thought of killing myself. I said, "Not for one second," and he said "Fine," and I'd passed. We spent the next half hour or so talking about cartoons and then I left and he sent me a bill that made me think of killing myself.

I also had heart tests and gastroenterology probes and stress tests and just about every kind of exam my wallet and I could possibly have endured…and it turned out that, weight aside, I was in excellent health. Which was the other reason I had such an easy time of the surgery. (One nice benefit from all those tests: I visited perhaps fifteen different doctors to get them. Every one asked, "Who's operating on you?" and when I told them, every one said, "Oh, he's the best." I'm not sure why I had absolutely no fear of the operation but those reactions might have had a little something to do with it.)

Since the surgery, I've had a lot of people — friends and total strangers — ask me if I recommend it. Answer: No. I recommend researching it and considering it…but it seems obvious to me that it's possible to do a lot of damage to one's self, especially if one does not have the right surgeon and the right physical situation. I've met or heard from a few folks whose experiences prove this. What worked for me with one surgeon might not work for you with another or even the same one.

I think about this often lately because Los Angeles is being blanketed with billboards touting the lap-band surgical procedure, which is a less extreme version of what I had. The signs are everywhere…often near businesses, the continued patronage of which might cause you to become one of those folks who needs to lose 100+ pounds. Here's an example…

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I have no idea how expert the company that put up those ads is at what they offer. They could be fabulous for all I know. But the signs strike me as wrong for this reason. If you do decide to have a procedure like this done, you should do it via a diagnosis and referral from a doctor you trust, not because you spotted an "800" number on your way home from KFC. George Carlin used to say, "Somewhere, there's a worst doctor in the world…and someone has an appointment with him tomorrow." George may even have been going to him, for all we know.

Well, somewhere there's a worst licensed Gastric Bypass Surgeon…and there's not a thing stopping him from getting an "800" number and buying billboards and ads. There are also people who because of their anatomy and its problems, are just not good candidates for this surgery…but there's someone who, for the fee, will attempt it.

I've not blogged a lot about my surgery because it's been so uneventful and also because I don't want to encourage anyone. It's your body and your decision and what was right for me may be wrong for you. I've done plenty of things in my life you shouldn't do. More than you can possibly imagine.

Recommended Reading

Max Fisher thinks the online lynching of Dr. Walter Palmer has gone too far. It probably has if you look on it as an attack on one individual. If you look on it as a mass revulsion against trophy hunting, maybe not…but I'm sure it wouldn't feel that way to me if I were Dr. Palmer. And it's unfair that his employees, family and even some of his patients are being punished to some extent.

Interestingly, the worst things I've read online about the man were when I cruised, just outta curiosity, some online forums where hunters post. I'd expected messages defending the man's actions and while I saw some, I saw a surprising number that said things like, "It's men like him who give all hunters a bad name."

I Am A Fan Of This Fan

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When I'm writing, I like to be hit in the face. By air, I mean. (If I liked to be hit in the face any other way, I'd try to find a job like when I worked on MacGyver. The three worst weeks of my life as a TV writer.)

Anyway, I like a little breeze coming at me…not enough to ruffle papers or even my hair but just enough to keep the atmosphere moving. This is probably not unrelated to the fact that I have Sleep Apnea and must sleep with a device clamped onto my nose that forces air into it all night. I tend not to breathe normally when prone so I require a bit of an assist at night, and there's a teensy bit of the same problem when I'm perpendicular.

So as I sit here at my computer, I usually have a small electric fan hurling oxygen my way. For years, I had an adequate fan there but I recently replaced it with a real good one, the Ozeri Brezza III Dual Oscillating 10" High Velocity Desk and Table Fan. It's pretty quiet, it has plenty of different speeds and it has a nifty little remote control so I can turn it off or down when I'm on the phone and don't want the party on the other end to think I'm in a wind tunnel. The remote also lets you move the air flow from side to side or up and down so you can point it exactly where you want it.

I did not check out every possible option; just bought this one and decided I couldn't have done better. There may be others just as good or cheaper but I thought I'd tell you of my happiness with it. If you want to check it out, here's an Amazon link. It's $43, air not included.

From the E-Mailbag…

Duane Hanson wrote me to say…

I understand why you don't get the idea of hunting. It was never part of the culture or reality where you grew up. While I am of a similar age to you, I was born into a lower middle class family in a very rural area of northern Minnesota. My family hunted deer, ducks and geese. If my dad got a deer during the fall hunting season, it meant the freezer would be full and we would eat better all winter. In addition, deer hunting in places like Minnesota provides a necessary service by keeping the deer population at a manageable level. There is a limited amount of forage available and during harsh winters many thousands of deer can starve to death if their numbers outstrip the available resources. Nature's population control can be pretty brutal.

I never became a hunter myself and moved to a bit more urban area eventually, but I have many relatives who still look forward to hunting season in the fall and the chance to fill the freezer with venison and game birds. That type of hunting is a far cry from the trophy hunting pursued by people like the dentist who killed Cecil the lion. I have never been comfortable with trophy hunting and I understand the opposition to it. At my place of employment there's a guy just down the hall who has the walls of his office covered with big game trophies. I know trophy hunters feel pride and accomplishment in what they do, but I find it a bit creepy.

I'm afraid I find it more than a bit creepy. I do understand the kind of hunting where you grew up. It's not something in which I can ever imagine myself participating but I get it. There are lots of activities in that category like skydiving or race car driving or watching Will Ferrell movies. (Well, maybe not the Will Ferrell movies.) I just don't "get" the rush of pride and excitement that some seem to associate with trophy hunting.

And putting the head of the animal you killed on your wall? I'm not sure I could even stand to be in your house if you did that. I have left rooms because of taxidermy.

By the way: A lot of folks directed my attention to the segment Jimmy Kimmel did on his show about this. Watching Jimmy Kimmel is close to skydiving or race car driving in my book but this was pretty good. So you see: I am open to new experiences. Sometimes.

Today's Video Link

Here we have several years worth of openings from The Muppet Show…in German. Looks to me like someone — aware of the value of the international market for these programs — made sure that when they shot the openings in English with title cards that said "The Muppet Show" made sure they also shot them with "Die Muppet Show" for Germany. I wonder how many other languages they did this for…

Recommended Reading

Nate Silver, who interprets political polls the way Jascha Heifetz played the violin, says Donald Trump ain't as popular as some people — chief among them Donald Trump — say. Yeah, 20% or so of Republicans say they want him as their nominee but you can't win the nomination with 20%…and Trump's negatives suggest he'll have a hard time driving that 20% much higher.

I would also add that it's still a long, long time until people have to cast a real vote. I think a lot of them are enjoying the show he's putting on and not listening too much (or caring) about what he'd actually do in office. Let's see where he is when it comes time to get serious.

Also, Silver doesn't mention this but I have it on excellent authority that Rick Perry, Carly Fiorina, Rick Santorum, Bobby Jindal and Lindsey Graham all now have lower favorability ratings than Dr. Walter J. Palmer. Perry and Fiorina are, however, polling slightly ahead of Bill Cosby.