Okay, PayPal has unfrozen my account. We're back on…

PayPal has put a temporary freeze on my being able to accept donations through them. I think I know what it's about and I should have it cleared up in a day or three. If you were about to send me money, hold that thought.

Here's footage of Los Angeles back in what they say is the twenties — not the current twenties but the previous twenties. The film has been tweaked and colorized and someone added a bogus soundtrack to it but it's still wonderful history. I especially like those old cars, every one of which looks like Laurel and Hardy should be stepping out of it…

There's a saying I don't like much that goes "The man who won't be beaten can't be beaten." It sounds good at arm's length but when you think about it, what if two men who won't be beaten fight a duel to the death? That's going to be a helluva long duel to the death. And in most battles, it takes more than refusing to be beaten to win. It might take, for example, skill or strength or maybe brains.

In every heavyweight boxing match, you have two guys who won't be beaten…and then one is.

Years ago, I had a friend who lived by that credo and he was enormously destructive, both to himself and to those around him. It was an obsessive necessity for him to succeed in everything he did…or at least, to never admit he hadn't. He often seemed to have those two things confused. And like I said, he was destructive. If you had, let's say, a mouse running around your house and you asked him to catch it, he would almost certainly catch that mouse. He might, in the process, destroy your home but he would catch that mouse.

Or if he didn't, he'd just insist he had. There was kind of a circular "logic" to his thinking. It was kind of like, "You may think I didn't succeed but as we all know, I always succeed so that proves you're wrong." Something like that.

Few if any of you would know this person or even know of him. He was not particularly successful in his life; not even in any one aspect of his life. But to hear him tell it, he succeeded in every single thing he did…or on those rare occasions when even he couldn't claim he'd achieved what he set out to do, someone sabotaged him, someone lied about him, someone cheated, etc. Sound familiar? I'm not talking about Donald Trump here.

Well, yes I am but I'm also talking about an awful lot of other people these days and not just people in any particular political party. I keep running into or reading about people who tell us how unbeatable they are…and they don't have to do this. If they really win all the time, we'll notice. But since they don't win all the time, they keep telling us they do, how they never lose, how they always "dominate." There's one writer acquaintance I have who just loves that word…"dominate."

He always sounds to me like he will not be satisfied if he is very successful. He must be more successful than someone else. If he won 20 million dollars in the lottery, he would be really pissed if you won 30 million.

My closest friends do not do this, which is one of the reasons they're my closest friends. They get joy from the success of others. They don't make everything into a contest in which you have to "one-up" the other guy. There's just too much of that in this world. Your goal in life should be to be happy…not to be happy when someone else isn't.

Here's the Legal Eagle in the video I promised. In the "pay" version of this, you don't get the commercial at the end and instead, he makes a slightly firmer summation about why the 14th Amendment will probably not keep Donald Trump off presidential ballots…

This blog began on December 18, 2000 so this is Day 8,311. When people ask me, "Do you have a pet?" I usually answer, "No, I have a blog." It's almost the same thing in that you have to keep checking on it and it requires constant feeding. If you are grateful for my pet…

This is Sara Bareilles who, with a fine orchestra and backup singers, delivers a nice rendition of "When You Wish Upon a Star." I've always had a strange fondness for this song — strange because I really don't believe in its message. Wishing upon a star is harmless, I suppose, but if you want your dreams to come true, you're going to have to do a lot more than wish, especially because Fate is not always kind and often does not step in and see you through.

Still, it's a great song. Like almost everyone else, I liked it best when the cricket sang it but this is pretty good too…

I'm not looking at the news much these days but every time I do, I see articles about how the prosecutors prosecuting Donald Trump want him to shut up and I see "legal scholars" (the quotes denote that some of them are dubious in their expertise) saying that every time Trump opens his mouth, he confesses to something and hands them evidence to use against him. What is wrong with this picture?

Earlier today, I started writing but did not finish or post an item about how all this stuff about how the 14th amendment could get Trump disqualified from many ballots. I'm thinking that the wording of it seems too vague or arguable to me to achieve what many are hoping it will achieve. I'm still not convinced he'll be the Republican nominee but if he is, he'll be on all or most state ballots.

But I'm not going to finish or post what I started writing. A little while ago, I watched a new video by Devin "Legal Eagle" Stone. It's members-only at the moment but it should be on YouTube (and on this site) later this evening or tomorrow. He basically says the same thing but says it better with more backing in laws and precedents. So I'm going to let an attorney speak for me…which is something Mr. Trump oughta try.

This image seems to be ricocheting around Ye Olde Internet and several folks, knowing of my dislike for candy corn, have sent it to me. It's a sign for MJ's Steel City Sports Bar & Grill, which Google tells me is located on Cliff Mine Road in Coraopolis, Pennsylvania.  Next time I'm in that area which I've never been to and can't imagine why I would ever have reason to visit, I'll have to drop in and try their Chicken Parm Hoagie.

Actually, I have stopped belittling candy corn since my sweet tooth went away, which mysteriously happened a year or so after my 2006 Gastric Bypass Surgery.  I am still repulsed at the remembered taste of candy corn but now I also feel that way about Hershey Bars, M&Ms, Butterfingers, Reese's Pieces, Raisinets, Snickers, Milky Ways, chocolate-covered anything, etc.  So it seems unfair to pick on candy corn.  Cole slaw is, of course, quite another matter.

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When a longtime politician reaches the stage of life when he or she knows they're never going to run for public office again, some of them become very honest and outspoken. Mitt Romney seems to be in that stage these days. There was never a moment when I wanted to see him become President of the United States but if in 2012, he'd talked like he does now instead of how he talked then, I'd have been less afraid of him winning.

Actor-musician-comedian (he did just about everything) Greg Lewis passed away this morning — peacefully, I'm told — after a long stay in post-hospital convalescence. If you're old enough to remember some of the great variety acts of the past, you may remember the world-famous Jerry Murads Harmonicats and The Harmonica Rascals starring Little Johnny Puleo. They appeared on every variety program back when there were variety programs including The Ed Sullivan Show, The Hollywood Palace, The Merv Griffin Show and The Mike Douglas Show. Greg was a part of both groups starting with the former at the age of 15.

Later, he was an actor, mostly of the comic kind, on shows like The Bob Newhart Show, Love Boat, Night Court, Everybody Loves Raymond and How I Met Your Mother and he always seemed to be busy. One of his big accomplishments late in life was an autobiographical one-man show called Some Greeks Are Not in the Restaurant Business which brought him great acclaim.

I have no idea what he died from or precisely how old he was. I just know that he was a fellow member of the group Yarmy's Army, that he was in show biz all his life, that he did a zillion different things in that biz and that he was a very nice, funny man.

P.S. ADDED SOMETIME LATER: Greg's daughter Anastasia informs me Greg was 88 years old, having been born on April 21, 1935 and the cause of death was heart failure.

These little pleas for dough will stop appearing here once I collect what it costs to operate this blog for another year…

Forty years ago, I spent about six days (cumulative) of my life writing the pilot script and small-b bible for a Saturday morning cartoon series called Dungeons & Dragons. In my line of work, you sometimes spend a lot of time working on things that, once they reach an audience, are consumed and quickly forgotten. Even some things that are considered successful for a while can fade from memory with the passage of years.

Ah, but every so often, you get involved in something that people remember and treasure and keep talking about. I feel like I have now spent more than six days (cumulative) being interviewed about this series. It went on CBS on September 17, 1983 and lasted three seasons. Do not believe those who claim it was driven from the airwaves by pressure groups who saw satanic subtext in the series.

It went off for the same reason most shows go off: Because the ratings were declining and — rightly or wrongly — the brass at the network didn't think it would have enough viewers to sustain another season. Yes, there were protests about its content but not many and CBS, at least in those days, was pretty good about ignoring such outcries if — and this is always a Big If — the viewers seem to want whatever is being outcried about.

It was a good show because of good writers, good producers, good artists, good voice talent, good everything…and I was mostly a spectator to all that goodness, having opted not to stick with it. Still, thanks to the gent who was my agent at the time, my name was seen for a micro-second in the credits each week so I get more kudos than I probably earned.

An aside to anyone who doesn't know this: If you're in the creative and collaborative arts and your career has any kind of length or breadth to it, you will often get less credit than you deserve for things. You will occasionally get zero credit. And every rare once-in-a-while, you will get more than you merit. From your point-of-view, it may feel like the universe is doing a big Make Good on you, overcrediting you here to compensate for the undercrediting you got elsewhere.

But you shouldn't expect others to see it that way. Someone else who worked on Dungeons & Dragons once took me out to lunch basically to tell me how much he resented my onscreen credit. Like me, he didn't work on every episode but he felt he deserved most of the recognition for the show's success. He said — and this is verbatim — "I should have had your credit" and didn't laugh when I replied, "You should have had my agent."

Quite recently, I sat for the video podcast below with a fine interviewer and a major fan of the series, Heath Holland. It's almost an hour and we talked about some other things but it's mostly about Dungeons & Dragons…

Hi. I awoke this morning to a flurry of e-mails from folks saying they were getting 404 errors when they tried to access this site. A 404 error, for those of you who don't know, is kind of The Internet's way of saying, "You have reached a dead end." Not all of you were getting that but some.

In the early days of this blog when that happened, all I could do was get on the phone to my hosting company, listen to "hold" music for what seemed like forever and then, if and when I reached a human being, report it. They'd usually have it fixed before the day was out. I got tired of that so I ditched my first hosting company (even though they were giving me space for free) and moved to one that charged money…though not a lot.

You get what you pay for so I finally moved to a somewhat expensive hosting firm and that's why this blog has been up 99.6% (or something like that) of the time. It's also why when I logged into their support site this morning, I found a notice that they're aware of the problem, they've already instituted a fix and it'll just take a little while for it to spread all across the world-wide web so no one gets that 404 error. If you can read this, it's reached you. This kind of service is why I'm now occasionally asking for money here.