Amazon has become so much a part of our lives that when you say the word, people think of the online retailer and not a warrior woman or river. I do not understand why they do some of the things they do but I do know a bargain when I see it.

Last August, Abrams ComicArts brought out this neat little boxed set of the six Marvel Mini-Books of the sixties, reprinted in larger, hardcover format and including a seventh book in which a Noted Expert explained the history of the original six. The Noted Expert was, of course, me. The set got great reviews and praise and Amazon is now playing games with its price.

It was originally thirty bucks and well worth that. Lately, they've been lowering the price and raising the price and lowering it and raising it and I have no idea why. It's like someone on The Price is Right playing The Clock Game: Higher! Lower! Higher! Lower!

The cost briefly got as low as $8.95 and as I write this, it's a tad under twelve dollars — still a great price. By the time this is posted and you click on this link, only God and Jeff Bezos know what it'll be and I'm not so sure about God on this one.

I was thinking of writing here, "If you've been considering purchasing one of these, it'll never be cheaper" but I'm not sure that's true. It might be free by now or they might be paying you to take one off their hands or one could cost thousands and thousands of dollars, none of them trickling down to the Noted Expert. I have no idea. Just thought I'd mention it is all. Thanks to the very talented Terry Beatty for taking time out from producing the Rex Morgan M.D. newspaper strip to keep me apprised of the latest price fluctuations.

I've been meaning to write a post about people who are always late; who say they'll meet you at 3:00 and show up around quarter-to-four, often with the lamest of excuses…or no apology at all. Embarrassingly, I find myself late in writing this post because my friend Ken Levine wrote it before I could.

Go read his…and by the way, you should know that Ken and I often meet for lunch — or at least, we did before the world stopped meeting for lunch. I am almost always on-time, especially if you give me a five minute grace period. And Ken is almost always there ahead of me.

I'll add that in my experience, two things cause people I know to be late. One is a complete inability to make an inconsequential decision like what to wear. I had a lady friend once who would spend twenty minutes deciding whether to wear the blue t-shirt or the green t-shirt. She looked just as adorable in one as the other — not a scintilla of difference — but each time it came time to decide between them, she spent more time deciding than I did deciding to buy my house. I am not exaggerating.

We missed airline flights, came in after the opening numbers of musicals, made awkward journeys to our seats fifteen minutes into plays…once, we weren't admitted at all to an event, nor would they refund what I'd paid for the tickets. That wasn't the only reason that relationship didn't last long but it was a contributing factor.

Second problem: In another relationship, she always had a couple of crises in her life and every time she was late — which she always was — it went like this: "Sorry. I was ready to leave on time but then the phone rang and it was that landlord of mine, the one I've been trying to reach for days, calling to do something about fixing the hot water…" One tries to be understanding but when it happens every single time, it's hard.

Anyway, I agree with Ken and I thank him for writing the piece I was going to write. Sorry I didn't get around to it earlier but just as I was about to, the phone rang and it was that landlord of mine, the one I've been trying to reach for days, calling to do something about fixing the hot water. And that's maddening, especially when you don't even have a landlord.

Well, for one thing, the reviews and word o' mouth on the Internet are pretty bad. My pal Ken Levine called it a "bloated piece of shit." My pal Leonard Maltin wrote that "the movie struggles to be relevant and serious, but in a superficial, cartoony way. It drones on for two and a half hours but it hasn't got a lot to say, and sputters whenever it's trying to convey a message." Which I guess is how a respected, professional film critic says something is a "bloated piece of shit."

I would never say that either way about a movie or TV show or book or any work of art. The worst thing I'd probably say about something I didn't like is that I didn't like it. And I would not assume that someone else wouldn't…or because they didn't, I couldn't.

I have a history of sometimes liking movies that others dislike — Cats would be a recent example — and not liking movies that friends adored. Stan & Ollie would be one. Before home video, when I was more inclined to go out to movies, I would sometimes make a special effort to catch a film before I'd seen any reviews or had friends tell me how good or bad it was.

No, I just find I'm not that interested in super-hero movies. My interest in super-hero comics is more about the characters that created them than the characters in them. I have friends who've read as many comics as I have who can talk for hours about Batman and Thor and Iron Man and each and every member of The Legion of Super-Heroes. I'm way more interested in Jack Kirby and Joe Simon and Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster and more recent creators. I also have trouble relating to characters who are CGI much of the time unless the whole movie is CGI.

Yes, Gal Gadot looks sensational as Wonder Woman. I thought Christopher Reeve looked sensational as Superman but that wasn't enough to make me like those movies. The only thing I liked about the first one in 1978 was the credit for Siegel and Shuster. So I'm in no hurry.

GGersten sent some follow-up questions after my post on comic book coloring…

Your post caused me to look up when Tatjana Wood was, seemingly, the primary DC colorist. I did not know Tatjana Wood was married to Wally Wood. I recalled (then) Glynis Wein as a colorist at the time as well in the 1970s. Were these spousal connections common? Besides Ms. Severin, Wood and Wein were the colorists whose names I noticed or recalled.

I also recall reading that colorists at the time didn't color so much as indicate percentages of the printing colors — like mixing paint — which, to me, sounded a whole lot tougher than simply coloring in the pencils and inks.

My memory of the early 70s was that DC books seemed brighter and Marvel books were darker or even a bit muddy. Perhaps this was due to different printing processes?

Lastly, the Marvel Essentials and DC Showcase collections are not in color. Are they reprinting from the pencils/inks or is color being removed? This last question may be outside your knowledge.

Tatjana Wood (ex-wife of Wally) was a prolific DC colorist but I don't think she was ever the primary one. For a long time, Jack Adler was the main guy in that capacity and he colored most of the covers and a lot of insides. There was a long period there when Jerry Serpe colored more interiors than anyone else.

Nepotism was not uncommon in any corner of the comic book business but it was probably most visible in the coloring division. A lot of spouses and siblings and offspring colored comics and some of them were pretty good. Some older artists became colorists when their eyes or motor skills prevented them from penciling or inking.

Yes, once upon a time, colorists indicated codes and percentages on their pages. They were coloring stats but not to be used for direct reproduction. Printing was done on a four-color press — red, blue, yellow and black. The black plate was made off the black-and-white artwork but the other plates were hand-cut. So for instance for the red plate, someone would define the areas that should be 100% red, 50% red, etc. The coloring that was done by a Marie Severin or a Jerry Serpe would be a guide to the separator as to how the color areas should be placed and in what percentages. A certain green, for instance, might be achieved by printing 50% blue and 50% yellow over a given area. (I am obviously way oversimplifying here.)

During the seventies, DC and Marvel comics were separated and printed via the same outside companies. If you noticed a difference in the coloring between companies, that was probably just different approaches by the folks in charge. I thought the Marvel books usually looked more colorful.

Most comic book art starts with a black-line image and when they reprint comics, DC and Marvel go to their files for black-and-white stats or film and the process starts like that. The files are not complete and if a desired issue is missing, they may have to re-create the black-and-white art via one of several ways. Filtering the coloring out of a printed page is one way. (If the reprint is in color, they may scan a printed comic and tweak the colors.) Most of the pages in those Essentials and Showcase volumes are shot off stats or film of the artwork made at the time the material first went through production.

Anything else anybody wants to know about this? And keep in mind that since comics went from being colored and color-separated by hand to having all that done by computer, the whole process has changed a lot.

…you will want to read this article about some of the bad predictions made this past year by prominent people.

27 dancers from The American Dance Machine favor us with a COVID-safe rendition of "The Music and the Mirror" from A Chorus Line. If you enjoy this — and you will — it might be nice to donate some bucks to The American Dance Machine, which you can do by clicking on this link. And when you watch it, stick around for the credits and see the names of all these talented folks…

This is a 1970 episode of the game show To Tell the Truth that featured William M. Gaines, the publisher of MAD. I posted a link a long time ago to a video of this but it was taken down so I thought it was worth posting this new link to a different (but glitchy) video of the same episode.

Our pal Dick DeBartolo wrote for MAD for a length of time roughly equivalent to the lifespan of a Galapagos Tortoise. He sent me this e-mail a long time ago telling how it happened that Gaines appeared on this program…

I wrote The Match Game, but also worked on To Tell The Truth. One week, I got Gaines on as a central subject. (Gaines as in William M. Gaines, for those who might not know.) I'll never forget Bill's joy when it was Kitty Carlisle's turn to pick who she thought was the real publisher of MAD Magazine. She said it obviously wasn't #3 (Gaines.) When the host (can't remember if it was Garry or Joe G.) said "why not?" Kitty said: "Well, the publisher of MAD, a very successful magazine, must be an executive and…and…well, just look at #3. It can't be him!"

Gaines was thrilled not to look like an executive. God bless him. And Kitty, too. I hope they meet up there.

As you'll see, Dick's memory of what transpired and which chair Bill was in were a little off but Dick would not have worked for MAD for so long if he wasn't a little off.

Bill Gaines was an unusual man…a publisher who was very close to most (though not all) of his staff and freelancers. Wally Wood, who drew for MAD for a long time, had some beefs with Gaines but he said (approximately), "I worked for lots of publishers I never met. At DC or Marvel or almost any company, there was no way you could go in and talk to the head guy. It was forbidden at most houses. But when you worked for Gaines, you could walk right into his office, talk to him or pick up a check, which he'd make out to you on the spot for the job you'd just handed in. If you timed your visit right, he'd even take you out to lunch."

Gaines also had a lot of odd quirks which were reflected in the magazine. For instance, one of the reasons so many folks who worked for MAD were there for so long was that Bill didn't like strangers in his life. He liked having the same people around him. He also liked keeping the company small (and MAD at eight issues a year as opposed to monthly) because he didn't want to hire a larger staff.

An episode of To Tell the Truth featured two games and on this episode, Bill was in the second one. I have configured the embed below so it should start playing with Game Two. Notice the use of the word "should"…

As a frequent visitor to Las Vegas (at times), I'm intrigued by how the casino parts of that town are coping with The Pandemic. Not well, it would appear. Everything I've seen and everything I've read about it — buffets gone, shows and many restaurants closed, gaming areas rearranged with distancing and plexiglass shields, et al — makes it sound like a seriously un-fun place to be. I'm not straying too far or too often from home these days but if I did stray, Vegas seems like one of the last places I'd stray to.

If at any given time, you want to know what's going on in that city, the guy to listen to is Anthony Curtis. Mr. Curtis moved to Las Vegas in 1979 to see if he could make it as a professional gambler. For a time, he did but he did even better when he began publishing The Las Vegas Advisor, a newsletter that keeps you to date on what's happening there and it reviews hotels, places to eat, shows, etc. It is not — and this is a big deal — supported by advertising from the casinos and local businesses.

There are many alleged magazines you can pick up for free around Las Vegas that will tell you every hotel is a palace, every restaurant is five-star, every show is fabulous. These are not magazines. They're advertising circulars…and of course, they won't tell you the truth about the companies that advertise in them and crave your business. Especially now.

Curtis's Advisor lives mainly off subscribers and since I became one of them in the eighties, it has turned from a print publication into a website that also puts out a version on paper. Either way, it's honest and not there to shill for anyone. And there's plenty of great info available on the website if you don't subscribe.

Curtis is now hosting little "news update" videos to tell the world about the state of coronavegas. In this, his most recent report, he gives the same answer I give to the persistent question of when things will be back to normal: No one knows. But he'll also tell you about which casinos are closed and what things are like there…

Big rainstorm in L.A. last night and it's not over yet. It's been so dry here for so long, it's welcome but does it have to be so noisy?

Looks though like we'll have perfect parade weather on January 1. Now, if we only had a parade to go with it…

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I have given up trying to guess what Trump is going to do next and I've given up reading the guesses of others. They can estimate the man's motives and the way he reacts when someone or something gets in the way of them…but not what he's actually going to do about the matters at hand and when.

In the same manner, I've decided to ignore anyone who isn't my personal physician when they guesstimate when a COVID vaccination will be available to folks like me, which one we'll get and any timetable about how quickly things will start returning to normal. Hell, I'm not even sure what "normal" is going to mean in a post-pandemic world.

And I really don't understand the people who when they tick off a list of negatives from the coronavirus — a list which includes people dying or being deathly ill, massive loss of employment, savings being wiped out, kids' educations being harmed and businesses closing — throw in as if it's as bad as any of them, "not being able to go eat in a restaurant."

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In the twenty years I've been doing this blog, I have occasionally mentioned that my P.C. was having problems, as it is now. Invariably, I get one or more e-mails from someone who says, in essence, "Serves you right for not buying a MAC." And they go on and on about how the MAC is the most perfect invention in the history of mankind — far surpassing fire, the wheel and the Instant Pot™ — and that the P.C. is a piece of excrement that never works, is only purchased by idiots and should be outlawed.

"Throw it in the trash, buy a MAC and enter the enlightened era," someone wrote to me this time. Online sources tell me that MACs account for about 10% of all computer usage in this country, give or take 2%. I think if they were all some make them out to be, it would be a wee bit higher. Personal Computers are somewhere between 77% and 87.8%

To the MAC worshippers who wrote: Maybe you're right that your system is better…though among my friends, I hear as much cursing of Apple computers as I do of systems that operate on Microsoft Windows. But the point is I'm 68 years old, I've been using a P.C. for decades, I've invested in buying and learning P.C. software, I've become accustomed to programs that have no Apple alternative, etc. You might as well be trying to sell Hormel Bacon to an aged Orthodox Jew.

Speaking of which, I need to go make myself some breakfast. Bye for now.

This comes to us from Brian Dreger…

Who comes up with the breakdown for the color of every page of a comic book? Is it the artist? Or does the colorist just do what they want? For example, on a given page of Mister Miracle, did Jack Kirby also indicate the color of every explosion, every building, and every weird bit of machinery? Or does someone else do that?

And if the artist does do that — and if the artist is said to average two pages a day, does that average include the color breakdowns? Or just the drawing itself? I've been noticing how complicated some Mister Miracle pages are with the various elements in each panel, and I've never quite understood who is responsible for making those decisions.

These days, comic books are drawn and colored via a wide variety of methods. Back before about 1980, there were very few printers who did them and before computers, really only one way the coloring was done. It involved someone coloring a print-size stat of each page roughly as a guide for folks who would do hand-cut color separations. Nowadays, we have infinite variations, though most involve Adobe Photoshop.

That said, generally speaking, the artwork for a comic book is created by a person who draws the pages out in pencil, a person who finishes those drawings in real or virtual ink, a person who applies the lettering and a person who applies the coloring. Someone may do one or more of those functions or it may be up to 2-4 different people.

And if one person does two or more of those steps, they may not see them as separate steps. If you hired my old friend Doug Wildey to produced finished color art, he would just sit down and jump back and forth between pencils and brushes until finished color art had emerged.  And he might even have done the lettering, even though he felt he wasn't a great letterer, because the whole process worked better for him if he didn't stop in the middle and send part of it out to someone else.

(Quick aside: One of these days, I'm going to write an essay here about how I feel the "assembly line" method of creating comics has often worked to their detriment.  It helped the material at times but I think there were certain projects and certain artists that would have benefited from, for example, more artists inking their own work…or the various parties working together instead of individually through an editor.)

In most cases, the coloring is done by a person uninvolved in the other steps. Jack Kirby colored a few stories and covers in the fifties but only very rarely after that. He did none of it on Mister Miracle or any of his books of that era. He would write and pencil the pages and then an inker, a letterer and a colorist would do what they did. Mike Royer, who inked so much of his work so well was both inker and letterer.

Jack was only involved with the coloring of that comic in two ways. One was that as I explained here, he disliked the color scheme that DC's coloring department designed for the hero and he managed to get it changed.  It was a struggle but he got it changed.

And his other involvement was that he kept saying that he disliked almost everything else that DC's coloring department did.  He eventually gave up complaining because it didn't do any good…but he never liked it.

Like anything else in the creative arts, there are arguments and different viewpoints. I've worked on comics where the penciler loved what the colorist did and the inker was horrified and threatened to quit if we didn't get a new colorist. I was writer-editor once on a comic where the artist and I both loved a colorist I'd hired. So did the executive editor of the company. But the head of the firm's coloring department insisted on replacing that colorist…and we wound up doing so because the executive editor felt he couldn't overrule a department head.

To answer the last part of your question: Two pages a day is only a vague estimate of how much work an artist outputs…and of course, some artists are way faster than others, some only pencil, some only ink, some do both, etc. And coloring a page can take a little time or a lot, depending on how detailed the coloring is, what method is being used, how proficient the color is with Adobe products, whether he or she is laying down flat color or trying to do very detailed work with lots of shading and texture…and soon. So the answer is that there is no real answer.

Hey, you'll like this. I was and still am a great fan of the late Dave Barry, a great stand-up comic who isn't as well-remembered as he oughta be. He was one of those guys who worked all the time, often in hotels in Miami or casinos in Vegas. In the latter venue, he could often be found opening for Wayne Newton or other musical superstars…and when he was in or around New York, he would appear on The Ed Sullivan Show. He was on many times, including the episode on which The Beatles made their third appearance.

Today, we have a clip from an earlier appearance with Ed on November 29, 1959. A few of the jokes about then-current commercials are a bit dated but the rest of it stands up pretty well.

I was privileged to meet Dave on two occasions and to pepper him with questions about his work as a cartoon voice guy. When he was playing Miami and Max Fleischer had his cartoon studio down there, Dave Barry was the voice of Bluto in a number of Popeye cartoons. Later when he was in Los Angeles, he worked for most of the studios in town, especially Warner Brothers. He was kind of a utility player for them in cartoons and kids' records and he did a lot of impressions.  He was, for example. usually the fellow who did Humphrey Bogart when they needed someone to do Humphrey Bogart.

The second time I met him was when he was playing at The Mint, a downtown Las Vegas hotel that closed in 1988. (Dave himself left us in 2001.) It was, I believe, the last time he performed in that city where he'd logged countless appearances. Despite his age, he was sharp and his material was fresh and topical. Here's that clip I promised you from 1959…

I just received this…

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I dunno…I think it's funny to imagine Trump sitting at a desk, reading a list and he suddenly yells out, "Hey! I don't see Mark Evanier's name on here! He's always been one of my fiercest supporters! You mean to tell me he didn't send me five friggin' dollars? Okay, I've had it with that guy! He's off the Presidential Honor Roll!"

Each year before Christmas, the folks at Turner Classic Movies issue their "TCM Remembers" video noting the past year's passages of movie stars (and usually, a TV personality or two, especially if they were seen in some capacity on TCM). It has been said that their primary goal in doing these is to show up the "In Memoriam" reel each year on the Oscars.

I don't know why they don't wait until the year is actually over to show us who died in that year. There always seems to be someone important who passes away after TCM releases their video but before the year is over…so they go back, edit that person in and release a revised edition. We'll see if they have to do that this year…

Founded back in 1963, the Bob Baker Marionette Theater is the oldest establishment in Los Angeles offering theater-type entertainment for children. It has put on shows pretty steadily since then and hosted thousands upon thousands of kids' birthday parties. In some families, there are several generations who happily recall birthday parties when they were younger at the B.B.M.T.

The last few decades, it's had trouble keeping the doors open. In 2008, I wrote here and in later posts about the financial problems it was having. The place managed to stay open but things got a lot worse in 2014 when Mr. Baker passed away at the age of 90. His family and students kept things afloat but despite their building being designated a Los Angeles Historic Cultural Monument, they finally had to vacate it.

Happily, support was such that they've relocated. They moved their workshop, stage and inventory of three thousand puppets into an old theater in Highland Park and while they're still in need of funds, it doesn't look like all those stringed people and creatures will be out on the street any time soon. Since I covered its struggles to stay in the old building, I thought you'd like to know they have a new one.

Here we have a little Christmasy video that the current management has assembled to entertain, tell the history of the enterprise and ask for donations. If you're in Southern California and have kids who have birthdays, take the hint. And visit their website, which contains a lot more history.

So far, it's been a quiet, pleasant Christmas Day here. One friend who called me said they went to a big party last night. I do not understand that kind of risk-taking. I don't "get" people who are so desperate to gather with friends or to eat in a restaurant again that they'll gamble even the small-but-not-zero chance of getting the disease, especially at a time when there might not even be room for them in any hospital. Beastie Boys notwithstanding, you don't absolutely have to fight for your right to party. You certainly don't have to die for it, as some have.

Last night, my COVID-safe visitor and I watched White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye — two men who were magical on the screen but not much-loved by those who knew them off it. It's a sappy, manipulative story but if you can't enjoy one of those on Christmas Eve, you're taking life way too seriously.

My main computer persists in booting into Safe Mode and refusing to come out. Most programs refuse to run even that way and it also gives me a lot of error messages that pretty much say, "I told you I was sick." When portions of the world that closed for Christmas reopen, I shall venture forth — mainly on the Internet — and find someone who can heal it. In the meantime, the back-up computer is enjoying its chance to star for a while.

So things are fine where I am. I hope they're fine where you are…or if they're not, that they will be soon. And let nothing you dismay.