In 1947 when it didn't look like there'd ever be any other Marx Brothers movies, Groucho appeared sans siblings in a film called Copacabana. It wasn't a very good film, nor was Love Happy which featured Groucho, Chico and mostly Harpo a couple of years later. But Copacabana did have about six minutes of Groucho near his prime and I've embedded them below.

This clip is a tiny bit outta sync but trust me, this is still better than sitting through the whole movie…

I'm not reading much about the election or the cabinet or what went wrong or will go wrong or any of that. But from what I have seen, I get the idea that now that Trump has won the 2024 Presidential Election, his next goal is to win the 2020 Presidential Election.

I haven't done one of these for a while but then I haven't been inside a Costco for a while…a long while. When COVID started, I went in and stocked up on paper towels and toilet paper, which were occasionally hard to come by for a time. I went in once to use a coupon that had to be used in-person. And since then, I've done all my Costcoing by home delivery, usually once a week. I get a rotisserie chicken plus enough other stuff to reach the Free Delivery amount of $35, which is usually a cinch to reach.

Almost sad to say, I especially haven't been to a Costco this year due to my busted ankle. It's mostly healed but since January, I haven't left my home except to visit (a) various doctors' offices and medical facilities or (b) Comic-Con International in San Diego. The two necessities of life for me. Cruising the Internet though, I know what I'd find if I did now visit a Costco. I'd find dozens upon dozens of people with their cell phone cameras out making videos they'll put online telling us what's new at Costco, what's on sale at Costco and what's healthy at Costco.

It feels like the Worldwide Web now has more of these videos than it has videos of porn. The recent hurricanes that hit the American Southeast were not covered as extensively and immediately as what the various self-appointed Costco Reporters let us know what to buy and not to buy at their local Costcos.

The two most ubiquitous ones are probably The Deal Guy, Matt Granite, whose beat also covers Amazon, Dollar Tree, Walmart, Sam's Club and anyplace you can get stuff cheap, and the guy behind Flav City, Bobby Parrish, who also covers Trader Joe's, Aldi, Walmart and a few other outlets that sell food that's healthy — or that he considers healthy. Most of the new Costco Reporters on the 'net were probably inspired by the success of these two gents.

I admire the help-people-be-healthy motives of Mr. Parrish, though maybe not quite enough to completely overcome my justified (I think) skepticism of getting medical/health advice from folks who are not certified, been-to-medical-school-and-gotten-their-licenses doctors. Bobby seems like one of the more informed ones but the majority of non-doctors out there lecturing us on this stuff create what sound to me like those Sovereign Citizens who read something on the Internet and decide you can't possibly be arrested for driving without a drivers license. I have no numbers to back this up but I believe the number one cause of death in this country is bad medical advice.

I watch Bobby's videos but I can't apply much of his counseling to my diet. He recommends we replace most other oils in our diets with Avocado Oil, which may be good advice for some folks but I'm very allergic to avocados and my Nephrologist has told me to avoid their oil. I have the same problem with almonds and almond flour, which Bobby endorses mightily, and quite a few other things non-doctors tell me to ingest. Artificial sweeteners are all bad for me but for a while I tried Stevia and monk fruit (not technically artificial sweeteners but they serve the same purpose) and they gave me terrible headaches which stopped immediately when I stopped the Stevia and monk fruit.

Friends who want to cook for me — a very bad idea, by the way — often ask me what foods I can't eat. The list is very, very long and it includes just about everything Bobby urges us to buy. We used to agree on one item: Rao's Marinara Sauce. He loved it and I loved it…and I still love it but it's no longer on the "Bobby-approved" list. Apparently, since the Campbell's company acquired the product, they've made a change. Instead of olive oil, they're now using a blend of olive oil and "refined olive oil" and in Flav City, the latter is a no-no.

Bobby urges a switch to Paesana Organic Marinara Sauce — which he can get at his Costco in Florida (I think that's where he lives) but I can't get it in mine or any local markets. I may start experimenting with other brands once I've used up all the Rao's in my cupboard but I'm kinda flying blind on this. Reading labels might not always tell me if "olive oil" means "olive oil" or it means "olive oil mixed with some unspecified amount of refined olive oil." A friend of mine who's in the same quandary says, "I'll believe the change in Rao's is truly harmful when Bobby takes down the dozens of videos he still has on YouTube that recommend it."

I'm not saying his recommendations might not be solid for you or even the vast majority of humans on this planet. I guess I'm just frustrated because I live in a world where most people who tell you what to eat and what not to eat seem to think everyone can eat everything.

An awful lot of them also seem to think everyone can cook as easily and as well as they can. No matter how bad the additives to a Costco rotisserie chicken could possibly be, it's a lot safer for me to eat one of them than any chicken I might prepare at home. Bobby recommends home-cooked chicken too but the last few times I tried, I was like a rhinoceros attempting to dance hip-hop. I ended up with chickens that were like leather on the outsides, raw on the insides and the steam coming off them formed into a little skull and crossbones hovering over what I had prepared. Every time I decide not to cook anything more elaborate than rice, I may be saving my life.

When I die, I want a funeral procession that looks exactly like this…

This originally ran here on October 4, 2016 and since then, I get occasional e-mails asking me where on this overstuffed blog of mine they can find "the post about how you got into trouble because of what you had Garfield saying." So here it is again…

Just noticed someone posted this to YouTube. Back when I was doing Garfield and Friends on CBS Saturday mornings, I had this idea of having the opening titles end each week with Garfield saying a different line. I wrote hundreds of these — way more than we needed — and at each recording session, I'd have the late/great Lorenzo Music read a new batch. Since Garfield's mouth didn't move, it was easy to have the editors just drop one into the beginning of each show.

Twice, I got in trouble. One time, I had Garfield say hello to "all you lovely Nielsen families out there." Apparently, directly addressing people with ratings boxes on their sets is a no-no. It's viewed as an attempt to rig the ratings. NBC complained when I did that and the Nielsen folks wound up voiding the ratings for that morning. The Wall Street Journal wrote about it in an article I quoted here. As I pointed out, they were outraged but had somehow waited to object until the seventh time the show had run.

The other time, it was the season opener of the year when NBC dropped all its cartoon shows and went for more "teen" type shows like Saved by the Bell. Garfield started his season on CBS by saying, "Don't bother checking NBC, kids! They're not running cartoons anymore!"

This time, NBC complained the Monday morning after the first time the show was broadcast. I'm not sure why they objected since it was true, and I'm not sure why CBS ordered us to replace the line for reruns but it only ran the one time.

Anyway, someone apparently had an audio tape of it and someone else apparently laid that audio over a clip from one of our main titles and here it is…

Here's Alton Brown with another way to cook your Thanksgiving turkey that's way too dangerous…

I'm a little mystified at the choice of Conan O'Brien to host the Academy Awards next year. The New York Times says John Mulaney turned it down and I have to wonder who else did. O'Brien has been so far out of the public eye lately that he couldn't have been the next choice. I used to say that in order to host the Oscars you had to be either a big movie star or Johnny Carson but it's been a long time since the Academy thought that way. I'm not sure what the thought process is these days but it isn't that.

I'm awake and declaring this a Mushroom Soup Friday, meaning that Mark's gotta work on an assignment and won't have time to post much on this blog today. There's a whole worldwide web out there so you can probably find something else out there to read while I bear down hard on what I have to do to make a living.

And don't think I'm complaining. I'm a very-grown man and I picked this profession of my own free will. I do not like writers complaining about how hard they (sometimes) have to work. To me, that's like a guy who wanted to be a plumber complaining about having to fix toilets or a fellow who chose Sushi Chef as his profession bitching about having to cut up raw fish all day. When it seems like writing is hard work, I always remind myself of the immortal words of that great philosopher, Super Chicken…

See you later, folks. Maybe.

It's another Everything You Need To Know About Saturday Night Live. In this case, it's Everything You Need To Know About Saturday Night Live Season #17…as the show takes an unmistakable turn from the Phil Hartman/Jan Hooks/Dennis Miller period to the Chris Farley/Adam Sandler/David Spade years. Farley may still hold the record for becoming a major, recognizable player on the show quicker than any other New Hire…and not because of his weight but because of his energy.

I never had that kind of energy in my entire life. And I sure don't after sitting at the computer until this hour of the morning…

I think it's hilarious that the folks who run The Onion may have bought the Alex Jones Infowars site in a bankruptcy sale and that they intend to turn it into a satirical site promoting Gun Control. I say "may" because the sale seems to have been halted over some dispute over the rules of the bidding. According to this article, there were only two bidders and the Onion people didn't put up the most money but they were working some sort of deal in tandem with the Sandy Hook families to buy it for some of the cash that Jones owes the family but will never pay them. If that's so, I'll bet John Oliver is mad he didn't think of it first.

A few weeks ago here, I was talking about the Silver Slipper, a long-defunct casino in Las Vegas where I won a few bucks shortly before it was rased in 1988. Let's take a look at a sign that they had in front of the place in, I'm guessing, 1966.

They're luring people in with "The Show That Made America Blush," Minsky's Burlesque.  It promises a "stageful [sic] of exciting girls" and given that the show was free — "no cover" — I'm guessing a "stageful" was no more than four.  They did three shows a night — at 10 PM, half past Midnight and 2-friggin'-thirty in the morning.  Note that the sign does not say the show is dark (i.e., closed) any night of the week.

There still are free shows in Vegas but none for any price at that hour.  The free shows are usually in lounges full of drunk people and feature one or two performers and maybe, if you're lucky, a live piano player, plus you're expected to spring for a drink or two.

Then you have the Silver Slipper's "World Famous Buffet" for $1.57 or if you stick around or are up for breakfast, you can get one for 59 cents.  $1.57 in 1966 is roughly equivalent to $15.30 today.  Today, the cheapest dinner buffet in town is $27 and they run as high as $84.99 a person.  If today, you saw a buffet offered for $15.30, I think you'd stay far away, figuring it had to be, like, a steam table full of week-old Hamburger Helper and ramen noodles left over from the Korean War.  But I'll bet you that in '66, they put out a decent spread.  After all, it was there to lure you in, not gross you out.

So you could have gone there at 11 PM, eaten all you could eat, seen the 12:30 show and had two drinks for, let's say, $20 in today's money and that's including tips.  (The cheapest non-lounge show currently in Vegas at the moment seems to be Jen Kramer's magic show at the Westgate — which I hear is excellent.  It's $38.46 a seat, though it's not hard to find a two-for-the-price-of-one coupon.  But that's with no buffet and the drinks are extra.)  Or you could have hit the 2:30 AM show at the Slipper and stuck around after until they started serving the cheapo breakfast.

Either way, on your way out of the Silver Slipper, you could pick up a pair of free nylons.  That would come in handy if you wanted to make your legs look better or you needed a stocking mask so you could rob a liquor store. Or both.

The Minsky's show probably wasn't very risqué and if it had an old pro comedian or two in it — Hank Henry or Irv Benson or Tommy "Moe" Raft — it was probably a darn good show.  And it was free as long as you didn't cash your payroll check on the way in and blow it all on the roulette wheel on your way out.  I'm sorry I wasn't around for those days.

A lot of people are fans of Alton Brown because he teaches them how to cook. I'm a fan of Alton Brown because he has taught me not to cook. Every time I get the urge to spend more time in kitchen preparing what I eat, I have only to watch a couple of his videos to remind me that I don't know what the hell I'm doing and probably never will. He's also very clever with how he uses the media. Would that everyone who knows more than I do — which is, like, everyone — could teach in such an entertaining manner.

I have a special interest in his videos about cooking turkey because roast turkey just might be my favorite food and it's not that easy to get it where I live. My attempts to roast them myself years ago did not go well and I never even attempted to fry one because, as we've probably all seen, people attempting to do that often end up burning down their garages.

Mr. Brown has invented what seems like a relatively sane/safe way to fry a turkey but I'll probably never try it. My confidence in my cooking abilities is so low, I have to muster up all my courage to bake a potato in the microwave. But I'm fascinated by the subject so here's the first in a series of videos Brown is releasing to promote his method. As he tends to do, he veers a little into Mad Scientist Mode…

Here's another magic lesson from one of my favorite card handlers. This is Daniel Roy showing you the art of palming…

I often on this site talk about my fondness and interest for "old Las Vegas," which has prompted a few folks to write in and ask what "old Las Vegas" is and how it differs from current Las Vegas. Old Las Vegas had big stars at affordable prices, cheap food, cheaper morals, better gambling, loads more free stuff and an all-day/all-night party atmosphere. Okay, so it also had a little organized crime. It wasn't perfect. But it was in some ways better than what's there now.

One thing I liked about what I was able to see of it was the big signs. Today, they just tell you the name of the place, the name of any overpriced superstar who plays there and perhaps the names of a few overpriced restaurants that will charge you a fortune to dine. They used to advertise high (but not over) priced performers and sometimes a lot of free stuff. I see photos now of big signs from the past and there are amazing double bills of acts that I wish I'd been able to see. I'm going to post a few of them on this blog from time to time starting with this one…

I'm going to guess this was around 1972…The star attraction was Johnny Carson, his opening act was Bette Midler and her conductor — whose name you may be able to make out in tiny letters — was some guy named Barry Manilow. Twice a year or so, Mr. Carson would use a two-week vacation from The Tonight Show to play Las Vegas…and Vegas probably felt like more of a vacation for him than it would have a few years later when he moved his late night series from New York to L.A. It was rumored that he wasn't so much trying to vacation from The Tonight Show as he was trying to vacation from the current Mrs. Carson.

I would have liked to have seen that show. Heck, I wouldn't have minded seeing Stanley Myron Handelman and maybe even Little Anthony and the Imperials if they were still Little Anthony and the Imperials. That was one of those groups that kept changing who was in and who was out. There were periods when even Little Anthony wasn't in Little Anthony and the Imperials.

Stanley Myron Handelman, I remember as a comedian who was pretty funny when you saw him in person, not as funny on TV…one of those guys who needed time on stage and couldn't be at his best in a five-minute set. He passed away in 2007 and for the last few years of his life, he had a little school teaching stand-up comedy in Los Angeles.

The Sahara is one of the oldest casino-hotels in Las Vegas, having opened in October of 1952.  It has changed hands constantly over the years and it actually closed down in 2011.  The property then underwent a complete renovation and opened again in 2014 as the SLS Las Vegas.  It didn't do well and was sold and re-renovated, opening again in 2019 as Sahara Las Vegas, which is what it is today.  The big attraction in its showroom now is "Magic Mike," a show with a lot of shirtless bodybuilders replicating the mood of the movie of the same name. Me, I'd rather see Johnny and Bette but I don't imagine they'll be playing there soon. And if they did, good seats would be a thousand and up.

Hey, do you remember when The Beatles starred on a Saturday morning cartoon show? I do and I recall it as having real cheap animation but fast-moving and clever scripts along with (of course) some real good music. My pal Jack Mendelsohn, who I mentioned here the other day, was one of the writers and I knew some other folks who were involved. They all remembered working real fast for real low money but apart from that, I didn't know a whole lot about the show…not until I came across this video.

And before I got around to posting it here, I received a number of e-mails from folks telling me about it and saying I oughta feature it here. So I hereby feature it here. I guess it's pretty accurate…although they show a clip from the Rankin-Bass Frosty the Snowman special and identify the voice actor in it as Paul Frees, when it was in fact Billy DeWolfe. But I think the rest of it's pretty solid…