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From Jeremy Hall…

You mentioned the other day that you were once going to write an animated Mr. Magoo feature. Can you tell us anything about it? How did you get the job? I understand that it didn't go forward because the producer died but was anything done on it before that happened?

Taking the last part first: Not really. I wrote up a one-page "pitch" and…well, maybe I should tell the story from the start. I had a friend named Greg Burson who was a terrific cartoon voice actor. He was especially good at reproducing voices done by actors who had passed away. He did the voices of several of Mel Blanc's characters including Bugs Bunny, and several of Daws Butler's characters including Yogi Bear. After Jim Backus passed away, Greg did Magoo for some commercials and a few other projects.

Henry Saperstein, who owned (or at least controlled) Quincy Magoo, told Greg he was looking for an idea for a Magoo feature. As I understand it, he'd involved several writers and whatever they came up with did not enthuse Mr. Saperstein to the point of going forward with any of it. Greg suggested he meet with me.

The three of us had lunch one day at the Smoke House, a fine restaurant in Burbank across the street from the big movie studio sometimes known as Warner Brothers. More importantly, the restaurant was next door to an office building that held the U.P.A. studio — and therefore, Mr. Saperstein's office.

Quick aside: For a long time, whenever they were recording Magoo cartoons, they did it in those offices and it was the job of the voice director, Jerry Hausner, to take Mr. Backus to the bar at the Smoke House and fill him full of alcoholic beverages until Mr. Magoo "arrived." After the second or third drink, Hausner would reportedly ask Backus, "Is Magoo here yet?" And Backus would reportedly say something like, "He'll be here after one more Manhattan."

(Or whatever the drink was. I certainly hope he was drinking Old Fashioneds because, you know, what can happen to an Old Fashioned?)

Anyway: Greg, Mr. Saperstein and I had a non-alcoholic "get acquainted" lunch and then we hiked over to the U.P.A. offices and he showed me some of the things they had in work for the Nearsighted One. Finally, he asked me if I had an idea for a Magoo feature. I said, "Yes. You get the rights to remake Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and then I write a movie, which may or may not follow the original too closely, called Mr. Magoo Goes to Washington."

Mr. Saperstein did a "take" not unlike a wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon ogling Red Riding Hood and said, "We'll do it, we'll do it!" Fastest sale I ever made — or it would have been if the project had ever gone forward. As I recall, he spent a few weeks dealing with whoever he had to deal with to get the rights to the Frank Capra movie. He also asked to read something I'd written so my agent sent him a script of mine and he called to say he liked it and would trust me to write the script.

At at one point, he called me to say his lawyers had told him that he might not have to purchase the rights. We could call it what I wanted to call it if we treated it as a parody of the classic movie and didn't use too much of its plot. I have no idea how legally-sound that might have been. His lawyers also talked to my agent and discussed a range of compensation for me which struck me as the low end of Acceptable.

In this business, you often find yourself accepting the low end of Acceptable but I don't think we ever got a written contract. I wrote up that one-page "pitch" for him, which I probably shouldn't have done without a firm deal, but that was all I wrote. There was never a decision as to how much of the plot of the movie I'd be able to use and I never heard what, if anything, he had worked out with whoever owned the original. I'm guessing nothing.

Saperstein called me from time to time to tell me he was working on the deal but the calls got farther and farther apart. It has been my experience — in TV, movies, comic books…just about everything I've ever done — that this often happens: They say yes, "We're definitely doing this" but then no one takes the steps necessary to make it happen. They may keep saying yes. No one may ever say no. But the project just fades away without anyone ever officially declaring it inert.

By the time I read that Mr. Saperstein had died, I had long since stopped thinking Quincy Magoo was ever going to get to Washington. This kind of thing happens so often that I long ago learned to not start celebrating when they say yes. Someone still has to take a firm step, usually one that involves writing a check. Even Magoo should be able to see that.

Today's Video Link

Matthew Wecksell turned me on to this. It's an episode of Hot Ones, the series where host Sean Evans interviews celebrities while they munch on increasingly-lethal chicken wings slathered in hot sauce. Sean's guest on the latest edition is — and I didn't believe this until I saw it — Donald Duck…

Donald was animated by, the press releases say, the Walt Disney Animation Studios team, led by legendary animator Eric Goldberg. Donald's voice was done by Tony Anselmo while Mickey Mouse (in a brief appearance) was voiced by Bret Iwan. A fine job by all.

Today's Political Post

Ms. Harris and Mr. Walz are up a teensy bit more today in most polls. The single exception seems to be the Rasmussen Poll and in March of the last presidential election, I wrote this here…

The Rasmussen Poll usually favors Republicans and it's now saying Trump's popularity is fairly high. No doubt he thinks that's the only one that matters…and will until it tells him something he doesn't like.

There are all these "aggregator pollsters" out there that don't actually poll voters. Instead, they take polls by the folks who do and weight them and average them together to arrive at numbers that are theoretically more on-target than any one of the polls they're aggregating. I think if you were to do an aggregate of all the aggregate pollsters, you'd find that Harris/Walz is around three points ahead of Trump/Vance and is either ahead of Trump or quite competitive in the swing states that will decide this thing.

The Trump campaign is pouring a lot of time and money into those swing states but they're putting the most of those two assets trying to lasso Pennsylvania's 19 electoral votes. There are a number of different paths to 270 for Harris/Walz but the likeliest of these require Pennsylvania. I am kinda glad I don't live in a swing state.

Meanwhile, a group called Cartoonists for Kamala is arranging a big fund-raising drive and my partner Sergio Aragonés has done this drawing. I'll let you know where and when you can bid on it and other goodies.

Click on the pic to make it larger.

Finally for now: It intrigues me that they're spending money on ads to run on TV stations viewable in Palm Beach County, Florida — where Trump's Mar-a-Lago resort is. Florida might (slight might) become a competitive state but right now, Trump's ad buyers have more urgent places to spend their money. Apparently, these ads are because Trump, when he's in town, wants to be able to see his ads when he turns on the TV and there are also wealthy Trump donors in that area who might be inspired to donate more if they see such ads.

Maybe. I have to wonder how much this had to do with the fact that George Conway's Anti-Psychopath PAC is running commercials in that area saying that Trump is mentally unbalanced. Conway's goal is to drive Trump even further over the edge and you have to wonder if the Trump commercial buy in that market isn't evidence that it's working.

Today's Video Link

Advice from Jon Stewart…

Tales of My Childhood #25

As a wee lad — and yes, looking at me today you'd never imagine I was ever wee — I attended what is now called Westwood Charter Elementary School in West Los Angeles. While I was there, it was just Westwood Elementary and from what I can tell when I now drive by the place, almost nothing still stands from when I was a pupil.

Every once in a while, some class I was in would get loaded into a bus and taken somewhere for a field trip…going somewhere to learn something about someplace. I believe I once wrote here about a time we went to the Helms Bakery in Culver City to see them make bread and cookies and all sorts of things that smelled heavenly. Hold on…let me check.

Okay, I'm back. I did a search and I was right. I wrote about visiting the Helms Bakery here. As I said, it was just about the best-smelling place I've ever been in my life. This article is about a field trip to what was certainly the worst.

We were told that on a certain day, we were to all bring sack lunches from home because the students who ate at the school cafeteria would not be able to go to lunch there. For much of that day, we'd be touring a dairy to see where milk comes from.

Even at the age of eight or nine, I knew the answer to that: From cows, you big silly. But there was apparently more than that to be learned so we were to be bussed to the dairy responsible for a certain brand of milk sold in Southern California stores. At lunchtime there, we'd eat our sack lunches and wash the food down with free samples of the milk — which was not a brand sold at any market at which my mother shopped and that turned out to be a good thing.

On that certain day, we were informed that the trip was off — no reason given. We plunged into the usual curriculum of spelling and arithmetic and the like and then, mysteriously, the school principal came in and whispered something to our teacher. Our teacher then informed us that the field trip to the dairy was back on. Not only that but the bus that would take us there was waiting outside at that very moment. There was a lot of scurrying and rearrangement but we all grabbed up our sack lunches and within minutes, we were on the bus heading for this dairy which was, as I recall, about an hour drive from the school. It was in Torrance or Carson or Gardena or one of those cities south of Los Angeles.

When we got there and disembarked from the bus, we got our first whiff of a foul, nauseating aroma. It came from several hundred bales of hay that were in a pen surrounded by chicken wire. The hay was infected with some kind of fungus and it was baking in the hot California sun. The smell was horrible. Absolutely horrible.

Cow.

To get us away from that foul odor, our Tour Guide Lady herded us like cows into the first of a series of nearby barns but in there, the smell was far worse. The barns were full of cows that I guess had been eating that hay. We never got an explanation but all the cows had — to use a term that was not in my vocabulary at that age — explosive diarrhea. It made the aroma of the desiccating hay smell like a fine perfume by comparison. The Tour Guide Lady then hustled us from that barn to next one where, she hoped, the air would be a lot more breathable.

It wasn't. I think we went through three or four but in every barn, the cows were expelling the foulest-possible feces as men wearing hankies over their noses and mouths tried to shovel the output away faster than the cows could make more. It was truly a lost cause and I remember many of my classmates vomiting and I sure felt like joining them. Through it all, the Tour Guide Lady kept telling us over and over that though the cows were ill, their milk would be perfectly drinkable by the time it reached the refrigerator section of our local market. There was no way any of us were about to believe that.

Our teacher was getting pretty sick too and she finally called a halt to the whole field trip. She told us all to get back on the bus and those of us who could still walk ran as fast as we could. The rest staggered in after us and then our teacher did a fast head count which was interrupted as The Tour Guide Lady ran up. She reminded our teacher that she had individual cartons of milk for us all, whereupon out teacher turned to the driver and said, "Get us as far from this place as you can — NOW!"

The driver, who looked sicker than any of us, was only happy to comply. The Tour Guide Lady was ordered off the bus, its engine roared and we heard its tires make a noise I have only heard since in real bad movie car chases.

Once we were out of smelling range of the dairy, all of us — my classmates, my teacher and your truly — crowded around open windows, breathing hard like we'd just come up from a near-death underwater experience and were gasping oxygen to save our lives. The driver was doing seventy-plus on the freeway and he had the front door to the bus open so that a welcome tornado of air filled its center aisle.

No one — need I add? — felt like eating their sack lunches.

When we got back to our classroom, our teacher didn't try to teach. We just sat around recovering from our ordeal. The principal came by and said that the head of the dairy had phoned to apologize and to make it up to us, he wanted to send everyone a free half gallon of their milk and a gallon of ice cream and I think other products from that dairy. One of the students — and I'm fairly certain it was me — yelled out, "Tell him we never want anything that comes out of a cow again!" The other students laughed and agreed and then we all tried to put the whole experience out of our minds and noses.

But I still think about it now and then, usually when there's a Breaking News story on TV that some armed criminals holed up in a building somewhere and the S.W.A.T. Team has them surrounded. I think, "They don't need men with high-powered rifles. They just need to send in those cows. The criminals would instantly surrender." I told that to someone once and they said, "That would be cruel and unusual punishment!" I said, "No, it would be extremely cruel and extremely unusual punishment! But I guarantee you it would work!"

Today's Video Link

It's Randy Rainbow's latest and it might give you the idea that he doesn't care for Trump's V.P. pick…

It's That Time Again…

Regular followers of this site — I believe I have some — may notice that it is online well over 99% of the time and it loads pretty fast. This is because after misadventures with several other hosting companies, I finally sprung for one of the top grade ones which, of course, is not cheap. Every year about this time, I pay them thousands of dollars for another year of hosting this site. It's about the same amount that Johnny Carson got for hosting The Tonight Show…or at least, it feels like it.

Since I do next-to-nothing to "monetize" (hate that word) this site — no paid ads, no paywall, no Patreon account, no subscription fee — once a year, I ask my readers to chip in for the cost of keeping newsfromme online and totally available. The way it works is that I put up little banners like this one —

— and if you're so inclined, you click on one and use PayPal to send me whatever you can easily afford to send me. When I get enough to cover my annual expenses for this site, the banners will stop appearing.

And if you sent some bucks, you can continue to read this weblog with a clear conscience and the proud feeling that you did the right thing. If you don't donate, you can still read just as much of this site as the donors but you won't feel very good about it. As Felix Unger once said to Oscar Madison, "Let it be on your head!"

All the John Oliver You Could Ever Need

John Oliver's show is off until until September 8th but we are not without his presence on our screens…at least, our computer screens. When he goes on hiatus, they put an entire season of his past shows on YouTube…which I suspect means they've decided these shows will have little to no value as future reruns or home video releases. Here is a link to view Season One. Here is a link to view Season Two. Here is a link to view Season Three.

And some time today, they posted Season Four, which are the shows that aired from February 12, 2017 to November 12 of that year…so the first year of the Trump presidency. I watched parts of a few this evening and it's maddening how many of the outrages the show covered are still with us. This, by the way, was the season that the show went after Bob Murray, the coal baron.

Today's Video Link

Here's fifteen minutes of Ernie Kovacs as his character "Eugene" from a 1961 special. You may have heard how brilliant this guy was…and at times, he certainly lived up to that description. This was one of those times…

Today's Political Post

Not much to report today. Trump is claiming the polls show him ahead. You and I are both seeing ones that don't but I would imagine he will always claim that whether they do or don't.

Kevin Drum has a good piece up about why everything Trump and Vance are saying about tariffs is off. This is one of many instances where I genuinely wonder if Donald really thinks what he's saying is true or just thinks it's what his audience wants to hear.

I have decided to stop clicking on any link that has the word "meltdown" in it. In the words of the great swordsman and seeker-of-revenge Inigo Montoya in The Princess Bride, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." These days, if someone gets caught misstating even the tiniest fact, it is considered by some a "meltdown."

Here's an interesting column by Louis Errol on "The Politics of Joy." It's about how the Democrats are trying to sell two perhaps-conflicting concepts at the same time: That Democracy is in serious peril and that it's about time politics was more fun. I don't know how I feel about this but he may not be wrong.

I can't help it: Every time I hear the word "joy," I think of the ancient joke where someone says, "Let me show you a photo of my pride and joy" and then when you say yes — thinking it'll be a picture of their kid, wife or home — they whip out a picture of a bottle of Pride furniture polish and a bottle of Joy detergent. It's a gag so old that you could buy a packet of the cards in an old novelty catalog I had when I was twelve or so. It was right between the whoopee cushion and the fake rubber vomit.

In fact, it was so old that Henny Youngman carried around such cards (different photo, same joke) and he gave me one of them at the New York Friar's Club. I have it here somewhere.

Today's Video Link

I recently watched the documentary on Jim Henson called Jim Henson: Idea Man. I thought it was really good and the only way Ron Howard could have made it better would have been to make it about ninety hours long…and it still wouldn't have done its subject full justice.

It included snippets of the memorial service for Mr. Henson. Someone involved with the Muppets gave me a DVD of the whole lovely ceremony shortly after it happened in 1990 and told me not to share it with anyone. Since then, about 800 people have offered me copies of it and the Henson Company put it up on YouTube so I guess it's okay to link you to it. WARNING: Moments will make you cry, especially near the end when the main Muppeteers gather to sing some of Jim's favorite songs…

Today's (Probably Only) Political Post

We're looking at three poll aggregators who take a lot of polls, analyze them and draw some conclusions. The Cook Political Report currently has Harris one percentage point ahead of Trump, Nate Silver's old site currently has her 3.6% ahead of him and Nate Silver's new site has her 4.3% ahead of him. The truth is probably somewhere in that range.

As I understand it, those numbers may jump a lot in the next week or two. A lot of these polls are averaging over several weeks so as the older polls drop out of the mix, the pace at which a given candidate may be gaining ground or losing can seem to be accelerating a lot. Also, we don't know how bouncy the Democratic National Convention will turn out to be.

What we do know — and this probably matters more to The Other Guy than it does to V.P. Harris — is how the TV ratings were. Kamala's acceptance speech was watched by 29 million viewers across 15 networks, a figure that's 14% higher than what D.J.T. got with his acceptance speech at the G.O.P. soirée. I wonder how much of that difference was because hers was 37 minutes and his ran over 90. If he'd omitted all the whining about how unfairly he's been treated and all the same didn't-happen apocalyptic predictions about the U.S. being doomed if Biden won, he could have wrapped it up in ten.

The T.V. ratings may not mean much. If they did, the finale of M*A*S*H would have been elected President at some point. But if it infuriates Trump more and gets him yelling around the ratings being rigged by The Liberal Media, that'll be good for Harris/Walz. People are catching on that his campaign is about his needs and nothing else; not the country's, not the world's, not even other Republicans up for office.

I still haven't gotten around to watching Ms. Harris address the convention but Fred Kaplan — who is my man on the topics of the military and foreign relations — thought the world of it and thinks the world will think the world of it.

Today's Video Link

From the 2000 American Comedy Awards Show, Nathan Lane and Martin Short sing a song about the glut of award shows…like, say, the American Comedy Awards Show. I don't know this for a fact but I'd bet cash money this song was written by Billy Barnes…

Today's Second Political Post

A couple of correspondents asked to hear more about this story Donald Trump made up about Kamala Harris visiting Vladimir Putin. Here's more about it. I suppose Trump might not have made it up himself. But he seems willing to repeat and spread anything he hears about anyone he considers an enemy and that's just as bad as making it up in the first place. Trump is also making up (or spreading) bogus stats on the impact of Climate Change.

Here's Jonathan V. Last explaining what the Democratic Convention was all about. I think a lot of it was about showing possibly-persuadable folks leaning towards the G.O.P. that the opponents being demonized are not at all demons. I have no idea how many of those possibly-persuadable were persuaded but the Dems sure gave it a try.

Today's First Political Post

If I had to pick the Number One reason to oppose Donald Trump getting a second term…well, it would be tough to pick just one. The fact that he's insane and determined to be accountable to no one would be a strong contender. So would the hatred and divisiveness he loves to spread. But I think if I had to choose just one, it would be his continuing insistence that he is the only thing standing between America and total poverty, disease, annihilation and general doomsday. His campaign is built on creating false panics everywhere.

If you read no other article to which I send you, read Kevin Drum's latest summation of how just about nothing negative that Trump says about non-Trump governance and the state of this country is true. There is so much room to do better but things are nowhere near as bad as the Republican candidate for the most powerful job in the world claims.

And while you're over on Kevin's site, read this about how Trump claims Kamala Harris went to meet with Vladimir Putin, told him not to invade Ukraine and then he did. This part about her meeting with Putin is a completely made-up story.