Author: UncaScroogeMcD

  • Addicted To Bad: No, Joe!

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    Let me see if I’ve got this straight: GI Joe is an elite military task force tasked with stopping COBRA, a nefarious terrorist organization who spend all their time attacking GI Joe. Viewed from this perspective, this is completely, inexplicably irrational, making it perhaps the most brilliant satire of military history ever to appear on sPoster1yndicated TV, save for “Charles in Charge.” More likely, though, is that the whole thing is just an elaborate ruse by the armed forces aimed at keeping their most inept recruits busy with their most incompetent foe while the grown-ups get on with the real work of defending the country. That would go a long way to explaining their piss-poor marksmanship, not to mention how William “The Refrigerator” Perry wound up in their ranks.

    Still, to their credit, the Joes clearly embrace their diversity. Anyone can be a Joe, provided he isn’t like anyone else on the squad. The practical upshot of this is that they only have one guy capable of doing each job: One pilot, one gunner, one… ninja. (If I ran the military, every battalion would have at least one ninja.) The One Guy Policy either incredibly efficient and optimistic, or the stupidest strategy ever. COBRA may have been inept and ass-backwards, but at least they had a little built-in redundancy. Not to mention really cool headgear. And a floating fortress of death! For a group with no discernible goals or income, they do all right for themselves. Yep, if it weren’t for the whole yelling-their-name-when-they-attack thing, I would totally join COBRA.

    At least I would have before GI JOE: THE MOVIE, when we found out that COBRA were really just a front for Cobra-la, an ancient snake cult that lives in the Himalayas. Which makes about as much sense as a bunch of Saharan tribesmen worshipping polar bears, but whatever. Yes, to recap, COBRA, the feared international terrorist army, are being secretly manipulated by an ancient race of reptilians who live in one of the coldest climates on earth. It makes so much sense that I think we should demand that the government send ridiculously expensive expeditions into northern India just to ensure that there aren’t any snake cults lurking there.

    Apparently the cultists decided that the mid-80s was finally the right time to emerge from the mountains, perhaps because their outfits had finally come back into fashion. More likely, however, they were looking to turn the human race into drooling, mindless animals, and they figured that “Battle of the Network Stars” had already done most of the work for them. To finish off the other half, they needed to seize control of the transmitter for (and BETthis is true) something called BET, which GI Joe is testing out at the start of the film. How exactly Black Entertainment Television figures into world domination is never made explicitly clear, but it’s a safe bet that it involves the mobilization of several hundred Wayanses and possibly a WHITE GIRLS sequel.

    Apparently, with the aid of BET, the Cobra-lalians will release spores into the atmosphere. Fortunately for us, since they’re using the COBRA army, we know there’s little chance they will succeed. Unfortunately for us, the Army let GI Joe guard the BET thing, which means there’s a good chance that it will get captured. Apparently for the Joes, guarding a priceless piece of equipment means one or two guys, tops. Maybe if they let themselves have, I don’t know, more than one MP or something. Hell, he doesn’t even have to be a full-timer. Get yourselves a temp, guys, and save on the benefits.

    Instead, they task Duke’s mildly retarded brother Falcon with watching the transmitter, which he promptly screws up by bringing an in-disguise COBRA operative in to show it off. Maybe I’m out of touch, but are women really that turned on by giant military vehicles tGo Joehese days? Somebody needs to tell Falcon about tequila shooters. They’re easier to get your hands on, and that way it’s two people at most who are likely to end up brain damaged, not the entire human race. But we all know how little brothers are…

    So the BET thing gets stolen, and one of the COBRA bigwigs escapes from the brig, all because Duke was too busy to take his little brother out and get him laid. Sad, really. So what happens to the little runt for crippling the war effort and possibly dooming the entire race to Death by Wayans? Military prison until he’s 80? A severe beating from his fellow Joes? No, he’s sent for more training, which probably should have happened before they let him guard priceless equipment.

    In the end, Falcon redeems himself by infiltrating the Cobra-la headquarters and shutting off BET, probably right before “Martin” came on, for which we should all be grateful. COBRA, it seems, will have to live without Sheneneh for one day more.

    Alas, the next day, Destro had digital cable installed, which not only had BET but also TV Land and three channels of MTV. I guess you can’t win ’em all.

  • Weekend Shopping Guide 10/20/06: Under the Influence

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    The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

    While most know her from her role as Jerri Blank on Comedy Central’s cult hit Strangers With Candy – or her numerous guest appearances on David Letterman and Sex and the City – friends and family know Amy Sedaris as a hostess par excellence, famed for her parties and dinners, and her fantastic home-cooked cuisine. Seeing the simple act of entertaining guests as an art quickly atrophying in this fast-paced digital age, she’s crafted the ultimate guide to throwing your own shindigs – I Like You: Hospitality Under The Influence (Hachette Book Group, $27.99 SRP). Although written with the same wit and delightfully bent perspective that informs her comedy, the book should in no way be taken as a “joke cookbook” – it’s a legitimate presentation of party suggestions (leave marbles in your medicine chest to signal the telltale sound of a nosy guest), hints (like the fact that doing dishes after a party can be a cathartic exercise), recipes (I can’t wait to try her “Crosscut Stump Stew”), and crafts (plastic googly eyes make anything fun) sure to inspire even the most slothlike of hosts and hostesses to send off some invites, fill up the ice tub, fire up the oven, and lay out the welcome mat. An audiobook version read by Sedaris and featuring additional recipes is also available (Hachette, $29.99 SRP).

    After seeing the ads for Big Love (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$99.98 SRP) in the build-up to its premiere, I was completely nonplussed. Why would I want to watch a drama about an unconventional American family – members of a religious cult who believe in polygamy. Well, I tried to resist watching it, but it stars Bill Paxton as the patriarch of the Henrickson clan – which includes 3 wives (Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloe Sevigny, & Ginnifer Goodwin) and a passel of kids – who owns a thriving home improvement center in suburban Salt Lake City. I did wind up watching the premiere, and like The Sopranos before it, found that instead of clichés, what I got instead was a nuanced drama filled with the kind of realistic human comedy that shows like Desperate Housewives try desperately to manufacture. And it’s got Bill Paxton. The 5-disc box set contains all 12 first season episodes, plus a pair of audio commentaries and a behind-the-scenes look at the credit sequence.

    Of all the regional children’s presenters who rose to national prominence in the 50’s & 60’s, once of the most beloved – and delightfully anarchic – was Soupy Sales. From the originator of the infamous “take a dollar out of your parents wallet and send it in” gag to the endless pie fights, Soupy was a true TV legend. Thankfully, his hijinks have wound their way to DVD via a pair of releases – the 3-disc The Soupy Sales Collection: The Whole Gang Is Here (Morada Vision, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP) and Soupy Sales: In Living Black & White (Morada Vision, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP). The former contains Sales’ later color work, which was aimed towards adults, while the Black & White disc features the classic kiddie shows that marked a generation of kids.

    As Kevin Costner has his Dances With Wolves, Warren Beatty also has a masterpiece of a film on his résumé – and that film is Reds (Paramount, Rated PG, DVD-$19.99 SRP). Based on a true story, Beatty stars as the American communist, journalist, and activist John Reed, whose love affair with writer/feminist Louise Bryant (Diane Keaton) plays out as the titanic events of the Russian Revolution unfold around them. It’s an incredibly epic tale, and much-deserving of this 2-disc 25th anniversary edition, featuring 7 in-depth featurettes charting the making-of the film, as well as the events that inspired it.

    If the first season of Wonder Showzen was a surreal experiment that somehow worked comedically, the second season (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP) was a confident, brutal, hilarious parody of those classic PBS kiddie shows that filled the youthful minds of the children of the 70’s and 80’s (I weep for the pop culture deficit of modern kids). The 2-disc set features all 8 episodes, plus a pair of commentaries, outtakes, and exclusive Beat Kids featurette, games & time wasters, and outtakes.

    Even though Eric has presented Donna with a ring, does that mean she’ll actually say yes? And will Jackie’s secret relationship with Hyde escape Kelso’s notice? Or is he too preoccupied with the idea of becoming a cop after the high school job fair? And can Fez find love at the DMV? Granted, if you watched the fifth season of That 70’s Show (Fox, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) when it aired, you know the answers to all these questions. The 4-disc set features all 25 episodes, plus promo spots, a 70’s flashback with Wilmer Valderrama and Danny Masterson, and a 5-minute retrospective of the season.

    The Master of Suspense returns with 39 more classic episodes in the 2nd season of Alfred Hitchcock Presents (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP). The 5-discs are packed chock full of guest stars, including Vic Morrow, Rip Torn, Jessica Tandy, Hume Cronyn, and many more. Have a “Good evening…” indeed.

    If you want to support a pair of fantastic New Orleans charities – the Louisiana Children’s Museum & Habitat For Humanity’s Musician’s Village Project in New Orleans- and add some wonderful music to your collection, pick up New Orleans Playground & New Orleans Christmas (Putumayo World Music, $15.98 SRP each), a pair of discs featuring some legendary luminaries from the Crescent City, including Dr. John (whose take on “Row Row Your Boat” is memorable, to say the least), The Meters, Buckwheat Zydeco, Fats Domino, Clarence “Frogman” Henry, and many more.

    When the somewhat dim, disconnected president of the United States (Dennis Quaid) decides to reconnect with the public by getting involved in the live finale of the hugely popular network reality show American Dreamz (Universal, Rated PG-13, DVD-$29.98 SRP). Imagine an even more tacky and wildly popular version of American Idol, where the finalists are an opportunistic middle American sweetheart (Mandy Moore) and a naïve, showtunes-loving young Arab boy – who just may inadvertently cause the night to completely derail in the most unwanted kind of fireworks you can imagine. The flick is actually a very sly satire (I’ll leave the interpretations up to you) and an enjoyable night in front of the TV. The DVD features an audio commentary, deleted scenes, and a pair of behind-the-scenes featurettes.

    Take an obscure Japanese game show from the early 90’s that placed teams of contestants in unbelievably awkward and dangerous stunts, dub over it with an incredibly funny commentary from your “hosts” Vic Romano and Kenny Blankenship (not to mention field marshal Captain Tanneal and sideline reporter Guy LaDouche) and you have the sublimely brilliant MXC: Most Extreme Elimination Challenge (Magnolia, Not Rated, DVD-$34.98 SRP). This 2-disc set features all 13 first season episodes, plus select episode commentary, the original sales presentation for the show, a reel of the most painful eliminations, and even an episode of the show in its original Japanese form (known as Takeshi’s Castle).

    In terms of British sitcoms, the long-running My Family is an anomaly. Unlike most Britcoms, which are usually written by a single writer or a writing duo, My Family had an American-style writing staff headed up by former Larry Sanders and Seinfeld exec producer Fred Barron. It certainly brings a slightly different flavor to this family comedy about a pair of hapless but loving parents (Robert Lindsay & Zoe Wannamaker) at the mercy of their children. Check out the complete first and second seasons (BBC, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP each) and see if you notice the difference a Yank makes.

    Her Fox sitcom never really knew how to properly utilize Wanda Sykes. When you check out her caustically hilarious stand-up special, Wanda Sykes: Sick & Tired (Image, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP), you’ll understand why no mainstream network could be capable of using her correctly, and why she’s the perfect fit for things like her frequent guest appearances on Larry David’s Curb Your Enthusiasm. The DVD features 15 minutes of additional footage, plus an audience Q&A and a radio interview.

    A series of unfortunate events needs an equally gothic soundtrack, and Stephen Merritt’s The Tragic Treasury: Songs From A Series Of Unfortunate Events (Nonesuch, $18.98 SRP) is exactly that, with songs from each of the 13 books comprising Lemony Snicket’s chronicle of the trials and tribulations of the Baudelaire orphans.

    Never really a fan of the CSI franchise, I have found that whenever I run across an episode of CSI: New York, I’ll find myself drawn in – not by the increasingly overplayed procedural aspects, but by star Gary Sinise as Detective Mac Taylor, whose forensics team faces a bit of a shake-up in the show’s sophomore season, plus a crossover with David Caruso’s Miami contingent. The 6-disc complete second season (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$64.99 SRP) features audio commentaries on 5 episodes, and 5 behind-the-scenes featurettes.

    Loaded with gore and a low-budget energy, Feast (Dimension, Not Rated, DVD-$29.99 SRP) is the winner of the last Project Greenlight, which found John Gulager at the helm of a horror film. The final product should make many Fango fans happy, as it has many of the elements of the genre’s heyday. The unrated DVD features deleted scenes, outtakes, commentary, a making-of featurette, and a look at the practical effects.

    Peta Wilson’s turn as the sexy secret agent codenamed Josephine wraps up in the fifth and final season of La Femme Nikita (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP), featuring the resolution of her long-standing quest to find out exactly why she was chosen for her most dangerous position within the spy network Section. The 3-disc set features all 8 episodes, plus deleted scenes, a behind-the-scenes featurette, and an internet teaser by director Jon Cassar.

    Like death with a typewriter, Angela Lansbury’s crime-solving novelist Jessica Fletcher returns in the complete fourth season of Murder, She Wrote (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP). Joining her these season (and nimbly avoiding the scythe) is Tom Bosley – gotta love Tom Bosley. These season also features one of my favorite Fletcher death run, with guest star Frank Gorshin. The 5-disc set features all 22 episodes, plus a bonus episode from season 5 (“Snow White, Blood Red”).

    Comfortable that they’ve become a long-running supernatural soap that has made it past cast changes and behind-the-scenes dust-ups, the sixth season of Charmed (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$49.99 SRP) was one of wild abandon. Our witchy trio become Valkyries to take on an island full of Amazons, travel through time (via go-go power), fight a spider-demon, and even handily handle Phoebe becoming a genie. As with previous sets, there are still no bonus features – unless they require a magic key to find them which, sadly, I do not possess.

    In the mood for a trashy horror flick to pass a chilly October evening? Why not try Rest Stop (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$24.98 SRP), a gorefest about pretty people making an ill-fated stop along the road. Bonus features include alternate endings, galleries, and a trailer.

    So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

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  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, CSI: NY: Season Two

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    CSI is a well-oiled machine. Week after week the industrious CSI production company manufactures three hours of effective, highly polished crime shows that have the production values of movies and the ultimately reassuring tones of traditional television, while fitting into the CBS network’s inclination toward patriotic and conservative crime shows. With its blend of the gross and the nobly sentimental, the CSI shows follow familiar tropes in popular contemporary network shows, in which criminals are accorded little sympathy (we usually know who “did it” quite early in the hour because the “perp” is flagged with unpleasant personal characteristics), and so are the victims, with the noble officers of the CSIs toiling on with dignity but little public or familial recognition. Occasionally, though, even the CSIs are tempted to the dark side. Everyone ultimately is guilty.

    The first of the batch, CSI: Crime Scene Investigations blended the glitz and glamour of Las Vegas with Sherlockian puzzles solved via clever twists. No 2 in the series is set in Miami, and is constructed around worship of David Caruso’s emotionally stoic and noble character. But show three, set in New York, has been a show in crisis. Now out on DVD (Paramount, October 17th, 2006, seven discs for $65.95), season two charts its makers attempts to shift it back to the center from its out edges of big apple sass and ethnicity.
    BoxCSI: NY was forged in the wake of 911, with its central character Mac Taylor (Gary Sinise) tortured by the fact that his wife died in the terrorist attacks. This first season was considered dark, with its heroes dwelling in a dank, dark office space, and most of its cast being very New York and angry and accented. Apparently word came from the top that to go forward the series must “lighten up,” literally. As season two begins the medicals are moving upstairs to glass walled open offices, and there is also some cast housekeeping. This is the season in which Vanessa Ferlito’s Detective Aiden Burn is fired and replaced by Detective Lindsay Monroe (Anna Belknap), a wholesome girl from Montana who has some of the aspect of Pam from The Office. Later, Aiden dies violently. Also added is Hill Harper as Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. CBS shows ideally like to have both a male brainiac and a kooky female tech person, and Hawkes represents the addition of the brainiac.

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    CSI: NY does share some features with the other two CSIs. One is a recurrent villain, in this case one D. J. Pratt (Chad Williams), a serial rapist who was finally put away (at least for now) in the wake of Aiden’s death. The CSI team also investigates such supposedly peculiarly NY settings as cuddle parties, a doll hospital, a death by cross bow, a building climber’s fall, a quasi-terrorist bombing, an a murder of a roller derby star. In one episode, an Astor is murdered (can they do that?). There is also an in joke, when Sinise finds a suspect in line at an audition for a production of Of Mice and Men, which Sinise starred in on stage and later adapted to the screen.

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    The heart of the show is Sinise’s Taylor, who is an ex-military man with some remaining sympathy for the service and who is also a jazz base guitarist on his off nights. Sinise has what sounds like a great midwestern drawl, and quiet authority, the reverse of Caruso, more in the Petersen mode. Fortunately, CSI:NY spares us too much in the way of soap opera, although operating on the theory that no series character may ever be thoroughly happy, Melina Kanakaredes’s Detective Stella Bonasera, whose character showed hints of a romance, must end up discovering that he is a creep and kills him in self defense. The CSIs aren’t entirely uniform, but it would be interesting to add a fourth called something like CSI: Vancouver, showing a different nation’s unique approaches to crime solving.

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    All 24 episodes of season two on are hand, including one that was the part two of a particularly bloody story that began in Miami. Transfers, sound are excellent.
    Five episodes enjoy straightforward audio commentaries with the likes of David Von Ancken, editor Bill Zabala, Scott Lautanen, writer Zachary Reiter, creator Anthony E. Zuiker, Elizabeth Devine, Duane Clark, producer Peter M. Lenkov, and director James Whitmore Jr. Scattered across the discs are several short making ofs, a general one on the series, “Top of the Heap: The Cast and Crew Look at Season 2”, followed by “Rolling with Jamalot,” about the episode about the roller derby, “A New Look from the 35th Floor” a tour of the new CSI: NY set, a “making of” about the episode “Heroes” which is one of the best, and “Season 2 Ends with a Bang,” about the finale.

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 77 – Croon River

     

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    Several weeks back (The Fred Hembeck Show Episode 73), I wrote an almost impromptu salute to Mark Gruenwald, motivated primarily by several exchanges that turned up in a MySpace blog entry of mine that was otherwise unrelated in any way to the late Marvel writer and editor. Although I’d long been an admirer of the man’s work, I’d only ever met and spoke with him briefly in all the years he was employed by Marvel, so I’ll admit to feeling a certain amount of guilt in compiling the aforementioned episode. Because, I’m thinking, there’s probably no one better qualified for penning an appreciation of Gruenwald than my esteemed Quick Stop colleague, Peter Sanderson, and I certainly didn’t want preempt anything he’d planned.

    Well, whether I did or I didn’t, in the final analysis, doesn’t much matter, since last week in Comics In Context #150, Peter wrote his own splendid tribute to his now decade departed friend, and it ranks as one of his very best columns – and that’s no small compliment. I strongly suggest all of you check out Peter’s heartfelt recounting of the recent gathering to remember, ten years on, Mark Gruenwald’s legacy – it’s every bit as good – and every bit as moving – as I knew it would be. Nice work, Mr. S.

    Here abouts, well, we’re a bit pressed for time (translation: there’s an important Mets playoff game on the tube tonight), so we’re dipping once again into the archives. This time, we’re going way, WAAAY back, leading off with only the third ever blog entry written for Fred Sez, dated January 7, 2003. Midway through, we jump ahead in time to March 28th, 2005, for the second part of today’s warmed over examination of a man too often overlooked, especially here at Quick Stop Entertainment: Andy Williams!! Hey, what Kevin Smith fan DOESN’T dig a little crooner conversation upon occasion, hmm?

    Well, here’s your chance! Back, back, back we go then, to early 2003…

    Another day, another time, I’ll extol the (many) virtues of the British music magazine, MOJO. Today I’d just like to discuss a curious item I stumbled across in their January, 2000 issue, and a subsequent event that only further amplified this odd bit of trivia. We’re talking Andy Williams here, folks. You know, the old style crooner who anchored a long-running variety show on NBC back in the sixties? The man who made the Osmonds famous? Whose big, big song was “Moon River”? Yup, THAT Andy Williams. Well, the old smoothie may’ve seen his career cool down stateside, but apparently things are going great guns for him over across the pond! Finding several (mostly) positive reviews in the British music press would appear to bear this out, as would adverts (as the Brits say) for a seemingly endless round of Williams dates in the Isles might indicate.

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    So, he’s popular in England. Fine. That’s probably why MOJO chose him as one of the celebrities for a feature that asks a stock set of questions each month – what was the first record you ever bought, what’s your favorite record, what do you sing in the shower, that kinda stuff. Well, most of the answers were what you might’ve expected from an entertainer from his generation, with the requisite mentions of Sinatra, Benny Goodman, et al, but then we come to this query: “What is your favorite Saturday night record?” To quote amiable Andy in his entirety, he came back with this rather jarring reply: “Either Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd or Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen. I love both those records. They are such artistic triumphs of modern music. The Floyd’s preciseness – every note thought out completely. And then Bruce’s rawness and unbelievable energy. Whenever I need a lift, this is definitely the CD I put on”!?!

    Excuse me? Did he just use the phrase, “the Floyd”?? He did, didn’t he? Andy Williams just referred to the archetypal space band in the same manner one of their more devoted – and heavily medicated – followers might!?! Pardon me for dropping my jaw, but what’s next? Charo extolling the virtues of Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols?? The image of Andy spending a Saturday evening, blasting “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out” out of his stereo, or stranger still, getting mellow with “Us and Them” dreamily piping in through a set of headphones…?? It wasn’t a disturbing image, exactly, but it wasn’t one I was going to forget anytime soon, either. Which leads me to the second part of my story…

    Flash forward to the wee hours of Labor Day, 2003. As every year on that date, I’m sitting in front of the tube, glued to the Jerry Lewis Telethon. It’s after midnight, and Jerry, who’s not been in the best of health recently, is relieved of his duties for the evening. The nerve center of the event switches over from Jerry’s Las Vegas location to the Moon River Theater in Branson, Missouri. Said theater is owned and operated by our Mr. Williams, who takes on the mantle of host for the telethon’s next several hours.

    Since this is the first real chance I’ve had to observe Andy since he made his comments to MOJO, I watch with more than a bit of curiosity. Now please don’t get me wrong – by no means am I anti-crooner. Despite being a rock and roll devotee, I’ve come to appreciate the sweet sounds of der Bingle, old Blue Eyes, and Dino, among others. Andy Williams, despite a distinctive voice and obvious talent, never quite distinguished himself enough in my eyes (and ears) to stand out much in that bunch. But here he was, looking a bit wizened – hey, none of us are getting any younger! – but sounding strong despite his advancing years. Acting as emcee, he brings out Yakov Smirnoff, the Lennon Sisters, several others, and then participates in a pleasant duet with “youngster” Glen Campbell, eventually singing a few predictable numbers exhumed from the Great American Songbook. Nice, but hardly noteworthy. It was getting late. Time for bed soon. But I think I’ll sit through one more pitch and see what happens afterwards. And man, am I ever glad I did!

    If I was getting bleary eyed, if I was in any danger of nodding off, any chance at all of that happening instantly vanished as the rumbling bass line that introduced the next number came ominously out of my television’s speakers! Good golly Miss Molly, was I hearing what I THOUGHT I was hearing? Before my mind was able to totally process the information being fed it, after the number’s dramatic introduction, Andy sang the tune’s first words and my suspicion’s were confirmed: he was indeed singing “Every Breath You Take”, the biggest selling song The Police ever recorded (and incidentally, my particular favorite of theirs). A large laugh erupted from deep within me as the title phrase escaped from his lips, not so much because I thought it was funny, but because of the sheer audacity of it all!

    Of course, I admit to expecting the worse. The guy’s a crooner, fer gawshsakes – this has GOTTA be outta his league, right? Right? But I sat there, transfixed. Maybe this guy really DID listen to the Floyd and Bruce in his spare time? And as surprised as I may’ve been to realize he may not’ve just been shoveling MOJO what he thought it’s readers wanted to hear, I was even MORE surprised at what was happening right there in front of me: he was singing the @#$% outta the song!! Who’d a thought? Backed by a surprisingly hot band and a soulful backup trio, when he reached the number’s climax and began to wildly scat his way to a cataclysmic finish – WHOA!! I sat there, stunned by the spectacle that I’d just witnessed. The man who once made the world safe for cardigan sweaters had just wrung out every iota of emotion from Sting’s twisted ode to a stalker!?! Even Puff Daddy would’ve been impressed! Who could sleep NOW?

    Luckily, I had captured this eye opening performance on tape, or no one would’ve believed me – I’m not sure I would’ve believed me without the evidence to back it up!! But there it was, proof of a musical moment one’s not likely to see repeated again anytime soon! (…and as to WHY I was taping the Jerry Lewis Telethon, well that’s a whole ‘nother topic, one I’m sure we’ll get into some fine day. Just know that, yes, some of the ways of Hembeck are a bit… unusual.) I wanted to tell everyone what I’d seen, to share this knowledge with an unaware public. And now I can – and have. Though it happened months ago, still I hear the strains of Mr. Williams majestic interpretation rattling around in my noggin, leading me to ask but one question: anybody out there got any Branson bootlegs?? Hey, you know how to get a hold of me…

    …and now, from March 2005, we serve up this little warmed over gem…

    Recently, I mentioned my new found love of gleefully canvassing the very width and breadth of my considerable CD collection to compile my own eccentric home made mix CDs. Now, generally, these musical amalgamations consist of a wide variety of tunes all the way back to the swing bands of the thirties, on through the golden age of rock and roll, and right on up to cuts burned off of one of my daughter’s latest Now collections, but along the way, I’ve made up a few SPECIALTY discs. And, melody mavens, today I’m going to take a few minutes to tell you about one in patic…

    Despite my deep abiding love of both rock and roll, I’ve also got myself a soft spot for the classic crooners as well. How my tastes veered off in this unexpected direction about a decade back is a whole ‘nother story, a digression much too long to go into here today, but suffice it to say, I’ve become quite the fan of all the biggies: der Bingle , Dino, Ol’ Blue Eyes, and Nat King Cole especially. I’ve even come around to appreciating Tony Bennett and (who’da ever thot?) Sammy Davis Jr. (pre-‘”Candy Man”)!

    But I’ve pretty much stayed away from the next level down of warblers: Perry Como, Jerry Vale, Robert Goulet, Al Martino-and Andy Williams. Until, that is, I saw Mr. Williams take on The Police’s “Every Breath You Take” during the wee wee hours of the Jerry Lewis Labor Day Telethon several years back, and was stunned to see him come out not only unscathed, but downright triumphant!!

    Ever since that watershed performance, I’ve been inordinately fascinated by the easy going Mr. Williams, and recently, courtesy of a price-slashing sale at a mail order oldies outlet, I put my money where my mind was and picked up a half dozen Williams CDs, each featuring two complete LPs on every disc! Oh, the pure unadulterated joy! I was just over the moon – river, that is…

    Okay, I’ll admit, the man still comes in no higher than number five on my own personal croon-o-meter (after Bing, Dean, Frank and Nat), but there’s one thing that truly separates him from these other legends (well, two things, actually, since he’s still ALIVE and they’re not, but…) – HE didn’t fear the Top 40 of his day!

    Look, Sinatra recorded a grand total of one Beatles number-and he kept assigning credit for Harrison’s “Something” to John and Paul whenever he sang it in concert, so obviously, the man WASN’T a charter subscriber to Rolling Stone magazine! Bing took a go at “Hey Jude”, and, well, it’s best heard to be buh-buh-buh-lieved! Dean never went anywhere NEAR the new tunes, save for maybe the sort you’d find on a movie soundtrack or hear on the Broadway stage. And of course, Nat King Cole tragically died far too early, not only in terms of his career and his life, but also in order to get a fair shot at all the new compositions coming out of the burgeoning mid-sixties rock era. But Andy? Ah, Andy…

    He was considerably younger (he checks in currently at 78, making him a mere babe of 40 in 1967), had his own long-running weekly network TV show (NBC, 1963-1972), and probably realized early on, he could belt out the best of Cole Porter and Harold Arlen for only so long before audiences would get bored and switch channels in search of something hipper – y’know, like The Perry Como Show. So, while Andy may not’ve gone so far as to offer up his versions of “You Really Got Me”, “19th Nervous Breakdown”, or “Pictures Of Lily”, he DID dip into the contemporary tune pool and reach a bit deeper than the latest Bacarach composition or “Hair” cover (which he did more than his share of as well, make no mistake), and in that spirit, I felt the need to assemble my own specially chosen collection of what you might well call “Pop Goes The Williams!”

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    What follows is the carefully considered sequence of the tracks I selected from the dozen Williams LPs available to make up this 79 minutes and change disc, plus the names of the original artists associated with the songs, the records highest Billboard position, and the year it charted…

    • “Bridge Over Troubled Water” (Simon & Garfunkel. #1, 1970)
    • “Spooky” (Classics IV, #3, 1968)
    • “I Need You” (America, #9, 1972)
    • “Alone Again (Naturally)”. (Gilbert O’ Sullivan, #1, 1972)
    • “You’ve Got A Friend” (James Taylor, #1, 1971-also Carole King)
    • “Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again” (Fortunes, #15, 1971)
    • “Reason To Believe” (Tim Hardin, Bobby Darin, Rod Stewart, didn’t make Top 40)
    • “Sunny” (Bobby Hebb, #2, 1966)
    • “Everything I Own” (Bread, #5, 1972)
    • “A Song For You” (Leon Russell, late sixties album track)
    • “Windy” (The Association, #1, 1967)
    • “If” (Bread, #4, 1971)
    • “Pieces Of April” (Three Dog Night, #19, 1972)
    • “An Old Fashioned Love Song” (Three Dog Night, #4, 1971)
    • “Remember” (Nilsson, late sixties album track)
    • “It’s Too Late” (Carole King, #1, 1971)
    • “Seasons In The Sun” (Terry Jacks, #1, 1974)
    • “Precious And Few” (Climax, #3, 1972)
    • “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” (Frankie Valli, #2, 1967)
    • “More Today Than Yesterday” (Spiral Staircase, #12, 1969)
    • “Touch Me In The Morning” (Diana Ross, #1, 1973)
    • “Without You” (Nilsson, #1, 1972-also Badfinger)
    • “God Only Knows” (Beach Boys, #39, 1966)

    Admit it – you’re horrified, aren’t you?

    Yeah, I get that reaction – a LOT. Which, in truth, only makes this all the MORE fun! Not that this compilation is anywhere near unlistenable-quite the contrary. Some of it is in fact surprisingly good. Some of it clearly isn’t. But again, in putting this together, I wasn’t necessarily looking for the BEST performances but for the most seemingly unusual covers. I left out the handful of Carpenters tunes, and stuff like “Honey”, “Both Sides Now”, “Get Together”, “Little Green Apples”, “The First Time Ever (I Saw Your Face)”, “Abraham, Martin and John”, a handful of Jimmy Webb songs, some Neil Diamond – songs ALL the lounge singers of the day had already worked into their acts – and seven Beatles compositions as well (all of which are slated to wind up on my ongoing series of Beatles cover tunes discs, worry not).

    (Just for the record, Andy got all Fab on “Michelle”, “Here, There, and Everywhere”, “The Long And Winding Road”, “Imagine”, “My Love” – no surprises THERE-AND “Be Here Now”, a relatively obscure track from George’s “Living In The Material World” LP, hardly as well known a ditty as Ol’ Blue Eye’s favorite, “Something”)

    I sent my buddy Roger Green a copy of the mix, without first telling him what was on it , but it soon became readily apparent what madness was piping out of his speakers. After overcoming his momentary shock, it turned out that his feelings basically echoed mine – Andy did a fine job on most of the ballads (of which there were plenty), stumbled a bit when trying to notch up the groove a bit on several of the mildly up-tempo numbers (“An Old Fashioned Love Song” comes to mind) – and then there were those songs that never should’ve been recorded ONE TIME, much less twice!(Do I hafta identify the primary culprit as “Seasons In The Sun”? Not to anyone who’s ever HEARD the original, that’s for sure!…)

    All in all, though, Mr. W’s smooth tones serve him well, particularly on the sparely orchestrated “A Song For You” and “Remember”. Still, he impressively exhibits the necessary fire to sell the climactic chorus of “Without You” nearly as powerfully as Nilsson did when he took this Pete Ham/Tom Evans composition all the way to the top of the charts.

    And I like the sly leer lurking in his otherwise squeaky clean delivery when he sings about a “Spooky little girl like you”. I’m even more willing to buy into the lyrical pathos of several of the more downbeat selections when sung by Andy as opposed to their originators. Look, I’ve long been a fan of Diana Ross, but more for the unique sound of her pipes as opposed to the emotional content of her performances, which, frankly, isn’t generally very high. Call me crazy, but I find myself more easily swallowing Andy’s alleged heartache as he croons “Touch Me In The Morning” than I did Ms. Ross’s. And if there was ever one group who should’ve had ALL their hits covered by good ol’ Andy Williams, it was the David Gates led schmaltz and roll ensemble, Bread! Now, THAT album wouldn’t’ve been half-baked, lemme tell ya!

    I bookended my CD with probably the two best cuts. Williams’ version of “Bridge Over Troubled Water” sounds uncannily like the original, and while that may lose it crucial points on the imagination scale, anytime you can honestly measure up to Art Garfunkel’s vocal of a lifetime, well, you ain’t doing so bad! And his stately run-through of Brian Wilson’s “God Only Knows” – no lesser person than Paul McCartney’s favorite song – is performed essentially with the sole accompaniment of a Grand Piano, and quite honestly, his restrained performance borders on the magnificent! (This must’ve been a popular number in the Williams household, by the way, as his wife at the time, Claudine Longet, gave it a breathy – if not nearly as magnificent – reading, a vintage cut that turned up on the Gilmore Girls soundtrack CD anthology not long ago.)

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    A few fun facts about Andy Williams before we go, because who KNOWS when we’ll be back on this topic? (You can all only hope and pray, I’m guessing…) Andy got his start as the youngest member of the Williams Brothers, a group that first charted while singing back-up on Bing Crosby’s well-known Academy Award winning “Swinging On Star” disc in 1944: a year later, Andy dubbed Lauren Bacall’s singing voice in To Have And to Have Not; he left his brothers in 1952 to go solo, gaining most of his success a decade later: his 1973 album, Solitaire, was overseen by Richard Perry, shortly after the famed – and HOT – producer had come off huge hit LPs with Ringo Starr, Harry Nilsson, and Carly Simon (YOWSAH!!! – street cred for seventies survivors!..), and his ex-wife, Ms. Longet, became infamous for “accidentally” shooting her lover, a world famous skier, spawning the unforgettable Saturday Night Live “Claudine Longet Skiing Invitational”, a bit which consisted of stock footage of skiers tumbling, to which SNL added play by play and the requisite gun shot sound effects (“Oops – she’s got another one!”), one of the few comedy pieces, if my memory serves me correctly, the show was ever forced to apologize for. Too late – sick puppy that I was, I’d already laughed!

    And you may well be laughing at me now, or maybe you’re just plain aghast – the mixed reaction my pal Rocco had when I tried to play my handiwork for him recently – but come on, now-what OTHER crooner had the gumption to tackle the greatest hit of Spiral Staircase, hmm? Chances are it WASN’T Johnny Mathis!…

    Hembeck.com – we also cover comics! Honest…

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/19/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Here’s some stuff that’s probably new to you, from the incredibly awesome archives of Jesse Thorn’s Sound of Young America podcast. Go. Listen. Then come back here. Then go back and explore SOYA some more. There’s gold in them thar cyber-hills. (Thingamabob)
    • Wanna see the trailer for Edgar Wright & Simon Pegg’s Hot Fuzz? (Thingamabob)
    • Not enough Hot Fuzz for ya? Oh, okay… Just one more, and then quit the whining! Got it? (Thingamabob)
    • Conan O’Brien and Jim Gaffigan are “Pale Force”. You just gotta watch it. (Thingamabob)
    • This will be discussed for years in therapy… (Thingamabob)

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  • Interview: Amy Sedaris

    -by Ken Plume

    amysedaris5.jpgWhile most know her from her role as Jerri Blank on Comedy Central’s cult hit Strangers With Candy – or her numerous guest appearances on David Letterman and Sex and the City – friends and family know Amy Sedaris as a hostess par excellence, famed for her parties and dinners, and her fantastic home-cooked cuisine.

    Seeing the simple act of entertaining guests as an art quickly atrophying in this fast-paced digital age, she’s crafted the ultimate guide to throwing your own shindigs – I Like You: Hospitality Under The Influence.

    Although written with the same wit and delightfully bent perspective that informs her comedy, the book should in no way be taken as a “joke cookbook” – it’s a legitimate presentation of party suggestions (leave marbles in your medicine chest to signal the telltale sound of a nosy guest), hints (like the fact that doing dishes after a party can be a cathartic exercise), recipes (I can’t wait to try her “Crosscut Stump Stew”), and crafts (plastic googly eyes make anything fun) sure to inspire even the most slothlike of hosts and hostesses to send off some invites, fill up the ice tub, fire up the oven, and lay out the welcome mat.

    As the holiday season comes swiftly upon us, we chatted with Amy (who was nestled comfortably in the apartment she shares with her pet rabbit and the ghost of her imaginary boyfriend, Ricky) about the book and throwing that “perfect party”…

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    AMY’S ANSWERING MACHINE: Leave a message and I’ll never call you back.

    KEN PLUME: Hey Amy, this is Ken Plume from Quick Stop Entertainment…

    AMY SEDARIS: Hi! I’m here…

    KP: Oh, hello…

    SEDARIS: How’s it going?

    KP: I’ve been devouring your book for the past couple of days…

    SEDARIS: Oh, devouring’s a good way to say it.

    KP: It’s quite delicious, how’s that? Continuing the metaphor, as it were. It’s one of the best books on entertaining I’ve ever read.

    SEDARIS: Oh really?

    KP: Well, I’m also partial, being from North Carolina.

    SEDARIS: What part?

    KP: From just above Wilmington…

    SEDARIS: Oh, okay. Wow.

    KP: So I definitely know some of the influences that you bring to the table.

    SEDARIS: Oh, I bet you do!

    KP: What was the impetus for putting it all down in the book? It’s obviously something that you’ve lived by for quite a few years…

    SEDARIS: Well, as you know, growing up in the South you’re surrounded by that “Suthun’ Hospitality”….

    KP: Oh yes…

    SEDARIS: And my mom cooked every single night three different meals. And I’ve just always been interested in it, in people’s recipes, good or bad. It just says so much about a person. The more and more people I seem to meet, the consideration for that just seems to go out the window. So I just wanted to write a book about something I felt I knew a lot about, and just try to get people back into entertaining and being considerate of others.

    KP: Do you think people have lost the art of entertaining?

    SEDARIS: I think so. I think… well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because I live here in New York City and a lot of people don’t have the room for it, but I just feel like yeah, it’s all become about going to their computers or listening to music or watching TV, and less and less about having a good conversation with somebody.

    KP: What I find fascinating about the book is that not only is it from the perspective of a host or hostess, but also a guest.

    SEDARIS: Yes – it’s important. Because a lot of people don’t want to entertain. And they can’t. We don’t want those people to entertain. If you don’t know how to cook a roast, don’t do it. But this will teach you how to at least be a good guest, so you can guarantee a repeat invitation.

    KP: When you mentioned people losing that skill within the city, particularly of putting on large gatherings – which, in the South, every gathering is a large gathering, even if it’s a family gathering….

    SEDARIS: True.

    KP: Do you find that your first-time guests tended to be awkward in that situation, not knowing what to do?

    SEDARIS: Yeah, I’ve had some people who just don’t have a clue. Because they don’t entertain, they don’t know. And it’s not their fault, but maybe this book will just slowly, like, “Oh, I didn’t realize that. I didn’t know that so much planning went behind it.” I mean, people just don’t really realize it.

    KP: What’s the most inconsiderate guest you’ve ever had?

    SEDARIS: Well, I write about it in the book. The one where the girl showed up with her elderly parents and a three story chocolate cake for a Greek Easter party.

    KP: That’s toward the beginning of the book, isn’t it?

    SEDARIS: Yeah. That was pretty shocking to me.

    KP: Is that the type of guest that doesn’t even give you a rationale behind their decision?

    SEDARIS: Yeah, I didn’t even… What do you say? My mouth was wide open. Of course, it just gave me something to complain about, which is always good, but I just couldn’t believe it. And I was still serving food when she started cutting into the cake.

    KP: I’ll bet you washed a lot of dishes that night.

    SEDARIS: Oh yeah. Over and over again. And it’s fun with all the people there, and they’ll be like, “No it’s fine if you wanna get high or whatever…” They don’t care, but it’s, like – other people care. No one wants to get high in front of people in their early hundreds, so it makes them feel uncomfortable.

    KP: Unless it’s medicinal.

    SEDARIS: Yeah. I just want to be like, “Look, let me just secure the rugs. Don’t want anyone falling in here. Don’t want a law suit.”

    KP: That’s one thing that will bring a party down, is liability issues. The one thing that wasn’t in your book was where to put handholds.

    SEDARIS: Right! (laughing)

    KP: That’ll be the book you write when you get older.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, right…

    KP: How To Entertain The Elderly.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, it’ll just be like, “Hang on!”

    KP: “Make sure you have pill dispensers. A nurse on call is always a smart move.” What, for you, would be the ultimate guest?

    SEDARIS: The ultimate guest, to me, would be just someone who’s not high maintenance. Someone who knows what they’re doing, they’ve entertained before, they know when to help out. They’re watching just as much as you are, even though it’s not their party.

    KP: So someone who’s flexible to the moment…

    SEDARIS: Yes. They’re helping you keep the ball up, so to speak.

    KP: Do you find that, over the years, you’ve been able to train people?

    SEDARIS: Yes. Yeah, definitely. It’s always good to have someone be your deputy, and I have a good friend for that. She can kinda be my backup person, or I’ll be like, “Oh god, I have to go get…” and she’s like, “Don’t worry, I already did it.” Or to have a meat carver. Someone who has meat carving abilities is always good to have on hand.

    KP: What’s the optimal size then for a party?

    amysedaris3.jpgSEDARIS: Well, I’ve had, like, 20 people in my apartment for big events, and I’ve had just small gatherings. I can’t get any more than 20 in my apartment…

    KP: Have you tried?

    SEDARIS: No, not like 30. I just know my limit. Sometimes people will come and go. Some people leave and then other people would show up. So I just don’t want that, because then it just gets uncomfortable.

    KP: How often would you say, within a given month, do you have a party?

    SEDARIS: Well, my parties lately… when my brother lived here in New York, I had bigger parties and I had them a lot. But since he moved, I tend to have smaller gatherings where I’ll invite four or five people over, and then you usually have an activity to do. Or let’s say I’m rearranging the artwork on my wall, so they help me do that and then I make them dinner as payment. I’d say at least maybe five times a month, maybe six. I’ll just call at the last minute and say, “Hey, you wanna come over for dinner?” and I’ll throw together something.

    KP: I enjoyed your suggestion in the book that, not only can you put a tip jar out, but you can also sell your unwanted items during a party. Do you find you’re making less money now that the parties are smaller?

    SEDARIS: No, I just charge more. Inflation.

    KP: And they accept that, like everything… like gas…

    SEDARIS: People who know me know they’ve got to bring small change when they come to my house.

    KP: Do you ever prorate for a certain guest that you like more than another?

    SEDARIS: (laughing) Yeah, favoritism… You have to. Just be honest with them. Or, like, when I was shooting the book, I bought a time clock and I made everybody clock in and out, and then I had to turn my kitchen into a smoking area because everyone smoked but this one girl. And then I had an employee of the week, and this one girl was like, “Oh, I can’t wait to be employee of the week,” and I said, “That’ll never happen. Because we only have a smoking area because of you. There’s no way, I am telling you right now, you will never be employee of the week,” and just watched her face drop.

    KP: That is so unfortunate, to just crush a dream like that.

    SEDARIS: It was. Hey, you know what? It’s a tough business.

    KP: That should be your next book.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, Tough Business.

    KP: Writing about the home workplace.

    SEDARIS: (laughing)

    KP: How much extra material did you have to cull from the book in the final edit?

    SEDARIS: I had to lose 25 pages. So I ended up cutting the instructions from the craft section. Because I figured you could just look at it and figure it out. And then I lost a lot of recipes.

    KP: But isn’t that half the fun, to look at the crafts and try and figure it out?

    SEDARIS: Yeah. Especially crafts like that. Mostly they were inspired from Girl Scouts, when I was a Girl Scout. So those are just the things I’m drawn to. So yeah, you just look at it…

    KP: Or when you had an art teacher who was a bit of a lush…

    SEDARIS: Aren’t they all?

    KP: … and would give you stuff and say just go at it.

    SEDARIS: “Alright, boys and girls, wrap the bricks in shelf paper and I’ll be right back.”

    KP: I thought that was brilliant. I had never seen that before I saw it in your book…

    SEDARIS: Oh really? I still make those.

    KP: It’s practical and it looks quite crafty-nice.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, it does.

    KP: But I have to admit, I’m a huge fan of the googly eyes.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, me too. They’re everywhere in my apartment. Everywhere. You can put them on anything and it just brings something alive.

    KP: I think I’m going to introduce my young nephew to them…

    SEDARIS: How old is he?

    KP: He is two-and-a-half.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, because I did Letterman last week and I did a googly eye craft for him, and he just said it wouldn’t be good for small children, it could get lodged in their throat. I go, “Oh wow, that never occurred to me.”

    KP: Maybe he should be a more observant father.

    SEDARIS: Oh, yeah, there you go. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo dear Dave.

    KP: You just don’t leave the kid alone with the toys.

    SEDARIS: Yeah, but they could put it in their mouth without you noticing… you could miss it.

    KP: Then the googly eyes will be a part of them for at least 24 hours.

    SEDARIS: That’s a good attitude.

    KP: And it creates a lesson that they’ll have the rest of their life… “Remember the time the kid swallowed the googly eyes?” “Yes, it was all Amy Sedaris’s fault. Remember that book? We get it down every once in a while just to enjoy good times.”

    SEDARIS: (laughing) Good times!

  • Brat-halla #150: Norse Force – Battle Tactics

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

    NEWS: Well, all good things come to an end… but not this comic. Seth and I (after a lot of thought and debating) have decided to move Brat-halla over to a new website. We’ll keep posting here for the next 3-4 weeks to let the casual readers get the news, but we’ll now be a part of Graphic Smash. We’ve enjoyed our time here, but we really wanted to make the comic (and its archives) easier to read for new readers and our long-time readers. Spook’d will keep chugging along here at Quick Stop.
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    Brat-halla #150: Norse Force - Battle Tactics

    For extras, visit the Brat-halla Web site!

    Check out the preview to the Image comic Jeff writes…

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/18/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Okay, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I’m pretty sure it frightens me. (Thingamabob)
    • A new, instant classic to be added to the annals of practical joking. (Thingamabob)
    • Kellogg’s Sugar Smacks – the cereal of Supermen! (Thingamabob)
    • Neil Cicierega – hurry up and finish your version of The Chipmunk Adventure. (Thingamabob)

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/17/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Sometimes that “One Picture A Day For A Year” montage doesn’t turn out exactly as one hopes… (Thingamabob)
    • Science is fun. Combine science, sound, and fire? Loads of fun. (Thingamabob)
    • CG Tom & Jerry selling milk, in Hebrew. (Thingamabob)

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  • “I Won The Stephen Colbert Green Screen Challenge!”

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    -by Bonnie Rose (aka “Bonnie R.”)

    I’ve been seriously playing with 3D animation and video editing for about 4 or 5 years – I even took a class in it for about a year – but I really got discouraged when I realized the CG world is dominated by 22-year-old boys, and I’m a 40-year-old woman. “Hey boss, I look like one of your mom’s friends! Give me an internship!” So mostly I’ve just used it to make videos to crack my friends up. Though I did do one notable thing about 3 years ago, and that was a CG video for Neil Innes (of The Rutles, Monty Python, and the Bonzo Dog Band) that’s up at neilinnes.org, Neil’s unofficial official website, that my friend Laurie and I started in 1998. Today I think it’s pretty amateurish, since I was still pretty much a beginner at the animation program 3ds Max, but I think it’s fun, and Neil liked it enough to be in it.

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    Me, Neil Innes & Laurie at Venice Beach

    My other passion is politics. I LOVE The Colbert Report and never miss an episode (though I didn’t watch the first couple of months, which I really regret). So when Stephen announced his Green Screen Challenge, the clouds parted and the angels sang; AT LAST! A MISSION!

    I wanted to get it submitted as fast as I could, because I had no idea how long the contest would run. Luckily, I’m self-employed and work from home (transcribing for TV shows mostly, and doing the occasional website). I still got my work done, but every spare minute over the next week and a half I worked on my Challenge entry. It probably ended up taking about 60 or 70 hours altogether, and I was really happy with it when it was done. I put it up on YouTube and mentioned it on the Colbertnation.com message board.

    colbert5.jpgAlmost instantly, I got just enough praise to encourage me, and some very constructive criticism as well. So I set out to fix the problems I agreed with, and change a couple of the choices for “Choose Hero.” I replaced Ann Coulter and Charlton Heston with Tom Delay and Pat Robertson, because I realized Charlton Heston didn’t deserve to be lumped in with the rest of those jerks, and Ann Coulter is simply too vile to be used in a comedy piece.

    I also added some music to the “Choose Hero “and “Choose Evildoer” screens, and actually went to online stock music libraries and found some songs and sound effects and paid for them. Normally I wouldn’t care about that, since I really think there’s something fundamentally wrong with the concept of intellectual property, but I had read the contract you had to agree to when you submit your entry, and in a nutshell it said YOU OWN THE LEGAL RIGHTS TO EVERY BIT OF YOUR VIDEO. Turned out to be a real good thing I did that, Anthony, a real good thing.

    However, the song I had at the end worried me. I stumbled onto it while surfing for sound effects and it blared through my speakers as the auto-loading background music on a web page. “God is bigger than the boogeyman, he’s bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV”. What is Mamoud Amanajenahasapetapetalon to Stephen’s character and his ilk if not a “monster on TV”? PERFECT ending song! Then I Googled the lyrics and found out it was from VeggieTales. “Ah, crap,” I thought, “it’s corporate, and I’m sure they’ve got Veggie Lawyers.” I didn’t think they’d use it if they showed it on The Colbert Report, but then again, a lot of people were using straight movie scenes in their entries, and surely they didn’t purchase the rights to 30 seconds of Star Wars, so I thought maybe it would get by.

    (For a more in-depth look at how the video was created, see “The Making of Freedom Fighter”).

    I got the final version uploaded to The Colbert Nation website the night before Stephen was back from his 2 week hiatus, and from that day until last Wednesday, I was on pins and needles every Monday ““ Thursday at 8:30 (I’m in L.A. but Dish Network gives us Comedy Central’s east coast feed). They didn’t show it… they didn’t show it… I wasn’t sure whether them not showing it was a really good sign or a really bad sign.

    Then on September 22, I got my first email from somebody at the show. He’d attached a PDF version of the contract which he asked me to physically sign and fax to them. VERY good sign! Then he emailed me again asking for a higher-res version of my video and giving me their FTP info. Another good sign! But still, I thought, he could be asking 50 other people for all of this, so I didn’t let myself get excited yet.

    Next day, another email: “Where did all the music and sound effects in your video come from?” So I told him where it all came from. Next day, another email: “Can you forward us copies of all the receipts and contracts for the music and sound effects you paid for?” I was starting to get a little excited.

    A few days passed, and Stephen announced on the show that the winner would be chosen the following Wednesday. I was just glad to have a date when this would be over so I could start watching the show again without feeling nervous the whole time!

    On Friday, someone from The Colbert Report called me. He said they all loved my video, and it was in the finals, and they’d like me to be on the show over the phone the following Wednesday. Okay, now I can get excited!! I said of course, and he said that he’d call me again on Monday to set it up.

    The backdrop to all this is I was moving into a new house that exact same week, and I was so busy with that I didn’t really have time to sit around and go insane over the weekend wondering what was going to happen.

    They called on Monday to make sure I still wanted to do it, and told me when they’d call on Wednesday. He told me that Stephen would talk to me as himself before our conversation on the air. That was a BIG relief. One of the clients I transcribe for is Ken Plume, who runs this very website, (what a coincidence I’m telling my story here!), and he interviewed Stephen years ago, back when Stephen was still accessible [EDITOR’S NOTE: Ironically, Stephen’s publicist turned us down for a new interview with Stephen two days before Bonnie won the Challenge. – Ken]. I remembered Ken told me a long time ago that Stephen Colbert was the nicest person he’d ever interviewed, so I really thought that talking to the real him beforehand would help put me at ease, because I was pretty nervous.

    The call on Wednesday came a lot later than I expected. First, I got an audio guy who had me count to ten to get the levels. Then back on hold. Then, “Hi Bonnie, this is Stephen Colbert.” “Which one?” I asked, and he laughed and said, “You’ll have to find out.” He talked to me for maybe 10 seconds; thanked me for the video, and said there was another contestant, “So even if you don’t win, thank you for your entry.” And that was it, back on hold. Okay, talking to Stephen Colbert first did not put me at ease like it was supposed to! By that point, I have to admit I was getting pretty confident that I had probably won, but I flat out asked on Monday “Did I win?” and they said, “You’ll have to find out,” so I still thought there might be another contestant also on hold. Now I knew for a definite fact there was and I really might lose!

    More silence. Suddenly I hear, “Joining us on the phone from Torrance, California, say hello to Bonnie R.” When I heard him say, “Do we have a picture? Put anything up,” and then the audience crack up, I was thinking, “WHAT?? What are they showing to represent me?” And they never even asked me for a picture! But one thing I’ve noticed about the show is that Stephen is always very kind to the heroes. I remembered that every “new black friend” photo he showed on his show, the reason he rejected them was always one the entrants could laugh at and still retain their dignity. So I wasn’t really worried about what it could be.

    Mercifully, he didn’t really ask me anything, so I didn’t have to feel like a complete idiot stammering lame answers. Then I heard my video over the phone, the video I have seen five hundred thousand billion skillion times on my computer, being played in front of an audience, and the audience was laughing! It was the most incredible feeling in the world. Then I heard they did replace the end song, but it was a good choice, and worked just perfectly. Then Stephen came back on and said, “Okay, hold on,” and then began 5 minutes of dark silence.

    I knew he was showing the other contestant’s video. “Oh god, what if it’s some incredible piece of Holy F’ing Shit that blows mine out of the water submitted by a ‘real’ animator, and I’m really going to lose? Wouldn’t he play the losing one first and the winning one last? I probably am going to lose!”

    Suddenly, “Okay Bonnie, you ready?” “Uh, yeah…” I say, as I startle out of my daze. I hear Stephen say, “Hit it” and I hear some score-tallying sound effect, not knowing what the hell is going on. I hear Stephen yell, “A perfect score!” I thought he said, “A perfect four” so I said, “Is that good?” Then he said, “We’ve never had a perfect score before…” and I thought, “Oh, SCORE. Idiot. ‘Is that good?’ Duh – yes, that’s good!” When he said I was the winner, the tension dam broke and the thrill flood burst forth, and I screamed and squealed like a damn girl.

    After Stephen put me back on hold, a girl came on and said, “Congratulations!” But she said she didn’t know what they were going to send me. And that was it. All I had to do now was wait a couple hours and see the show at 8:30.

    colbert3.jpgThe montage at the beginning blew my mind. Aside from the fact I can’t imagine how long it took to go through all those, come up with their favorite scenes, and edit those scenes together to produce two smooth cycles of Stephen’s entire green screen performance, there were a lot in there I had never seen that were really good. That drove it home even harder just how big a deal it was that I won over all those other great entries.

    Then came my part; I was so scared! But I didn’t sound too weird or screechy or anything like I feared. I really laughed with relief at the Princess Leia picture. Okay, that’s just silly, so I can maintain my dignity. And it was an amazing approximation; I too have two eyes, a mouth, a nose in between, and hair on top – just like that!

    I was surprised to see my video in full screen, as the other ones I believe were in boxes. That was an extra little boost, like, “Oooh! Mine is special!” Realizing people all over the country were seeing my silly little video and seeing the Comedy Central logo in the corner of it was SO FUCKING SURREAL I felt like I was about to poo, pee, puke, and burst into flames all at once. Instead I just sat there with a big grin on my face making squeaking noises.

    colbert1.jpgThen came the other contestant. I still fully expected it was a real contestant. As soon as Stephen said, “he joins us in the studio” I thought, “Hey, no fair, how come the other contestant got to be in the studio?” But that thought only lasted about 3 seconds. When George Lucas walked out, I laughed my head off. I realized instantly, “They tricked me!” As if this whole experience wasn’t surreal enough as it was, now part of the joke is I beat George Lucas! Not only will this episode go down in Colbert Report history, it’s going to be part of Star Wars history! It’s one of The Colbert Report‘s longest-running experiments/games, it’s being played out for the enjoyment of all, and this time I’m not just watching it on TV, I’m participating in it! Okay, it’s not as big as curing cancer, but it’s bigger than winning my middle school skateboard contest. It’s called BFD relativism.

    Then the emails started flooding in, from friends, family, and even a dear old friend I hadn’t heard from in years who happened to be watching the show. Then a stream of announcements for YouTube Comment, YouTube Comment, YouTube Comment”¦ it was great! The best email, though, was from my son, Robby, who’s in the Coast Guard, stationed in Alaska. It was just “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD” typed over and over and over. I was so proud that he was so proud of me!

    The next day at about noon, the real Stephen Colbert called me. I didn’t even recognize his voice at first, he sounded so low key compared to his character. He said he was calling to thank me personally since he didn’t get a chance to talk to me for real the night before. We only talked for about 5 or 10 minutes, He said some really nice things about my video – even that the Lucas people really liked it, which is a tremendous compliment if it’s true.

    Naturally, I took my opportunity to be a big geeky fan and tell him my unsolicited opinion about his show. I told him I think he’s solidified something that wasn’t solid before, mentioning a link I saw that said, “John Gibson doing his best Stephen Colbert impression,” which I clicked on and heard John Gibson say this:

    I saw a headline this morning: Now scientists say Pluto isn’t a planet. It isn’t big enough. … My attitude is: Who says? It’s been a planet my entire life. I learned that in the third grade. …. It’s the cold one, the farthest from the sun and, yes, it’s the small one. But no, you can’t unmake Pluto as a planet. Long ago I learned it was a planet and I see no reason to unlearn it. Why should I? Somebody somewhere, some mysterious person who answers to no one and seems to have dictatorial power sets new standards for planets and all of a sudden one of the original nine is dropped? “¦ Actually I don’t know why Pluto got itself unmade as a planet. I didn’t even read the rest of the story, frankly. The headline was all I needed to see to know I’m rejecting this attempt at revisionist history.

    Before, when I’d hear stuff like this, I’d think, “What are they doing at these cable news channels, scouring the airport bars at 1:00 a.m. looking for the most obnoxious drunken opinionated idiot they can find and asking him if he wants a TV show?” Stephen Colbert pinpointed what these pundits do and gave it a name. Now I can watch John Gibson and see truthiness in action. He doesn’t have to read the article, because to him Pluto has always been a planet and science has no right to tell him otherwise. From there, it’s easier to see exactly what is idiotic about his statement: He doesn’t seem to realize that scientists are accountable TO OTHER SCIENTISTS. He’s an idiot because he doesn’t understand the difference between revisionist history and scientific progression, or scientific authority and  dictatorial power, and he’s an idiot because he doesn’t realize that if he had a show in 1930 he’d be complaining that he learned there were eight planets when he was in third grade and he won’t have anybody telling him there are nine. And mostly he’s an idiot because he didn’t even bother to read the article.

    I didn’t tell him all that, though. I just thanked him for making the end of civilization as we know it more tolerable.

    So that’s my story. All I have to do now is wait for my prize, which is not a prize because it wasn’t a contest. I have no idea what it’s going to be, and I really don’t even care what it is, because nothing that comes in a box can match the thrill I felt when I won the Stephen Colbert Green Screen Challenge!

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    UPDATE: Here’s what I didn’t get as a prize, because it’s not a contest. Damn, no job offer from George Lucas. Sore loser. Still, what a haul!

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    Hey – Ken Plume from Quick Stop here… How about another surprise for Bonnie that she won’t even know about until she looks at her own article? Sideshow Collectibles is going to be sending her a Premium Format Princess Leia to go along with her Colbert prizes – ’cause if your gonna get one white robe, how about another one related to Star Wars?
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  • Spook’d #99: Extreme Lair Makeover – County Count

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/16/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Don’t these guys know that this is exactly how you awaken Godzilla? (Thingamabob)
    • Attention aspiring animatators – it’s all about the eyes, and here’s a vital lesson you should take to heart. (Thingamabob)
    • Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah, Here’s a game called, “Camp Grenada”… (Thingamabob)
    • Your Studio & You – Get to the conference room immedaitely for a must-see orientation video… (Thingamabob)

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  • Take Me Home Blog #13 – Shoot First (make excuses later)

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    I’m in a quandary. I found a beautiful location for the film I’m shooting at the end of this month. It’s a farm built in the 1800’s and kept completely intact. No busy nearby roads, no streetlights, no modern renovations. It is, for all intents and purposes, perfect. It is also, however, part of a state park. “How is that a problem,” you may ask. Well, after all my chatter about starting a short film and seeing it through by the end of this month, I may be running into some time constraints. Or even worse…money constraints.

    RESPONSIBILITY BLOWS
    It does. It blows big. Because when you are responsible, you have to do things “by the book”. Which means “legally”. Which means “expensively”. As I said last week, you can go out and shoot a film for $150 if you so desire. I’m aiming to keep this film under $1000, and that was looking fairly possible up until yesterday when I discovered my dream location was under state supervision. What does that mean, exactly? INSURANCE. That’s right. That damning word. It’s a terrible word, isn’t it? It oozes off the tongue. It may be the least attractive word in the English language. Need proof? Try making out with somebody. In the middle of it, say something dirty like “I want you to cover me the way insurance does.” Watch the pheremones fly.

    AWW, DO I GOTTA’?
    No, I don’t gotta’. I can make this movie without permits and without insurance. But I’d have to say goodbye to my dream location. I’d have to scour central Ohio for an alternate location. What’s worse, I’m leaving October 25th for Ohio (I’m in LA right now) and we’ve got a start date of October 30th. That leaves four whole days to find a better spot, restructure my shooting schedule, and notify my actors. Not exactly ideal.

    So let’s assume for a moment that I did do this movie “by the book”. Insurance for the last short film I did cost around $1300. Now for any of you math majors out there, to add that cost into my budget… puts me $300 in the hole. Without lifting a camera, without a frame of footage to show for it.

    ALL INSURANCE AND NO PLAY MAKES SAM A DULL BOY
    A little over a decade ago, my best friend Jeff Seibenick and I got lectured by the police for shooting a movie with fake guns. This was on my parents front lawn. I was barely 17. We were shooting “Whupsumass 4”, the sequel to our first action epic “Whupsumass 2” (we thought, and rightly so, that people were more drawn to sequels. Our third installment of the trilogy was “Whupsumass ’95”, naturally). Somebody in the neighborhood had apparently mistaken a group of teenagers with spray-painted water guns for an elite group of Russian Terrorists. An obvious mistake. (on a sidenote, I’d like to bring up a poll I had read three years ago in the Toledo Blade [“One of America’s Finest Newspapers”] listing people’s greatest concerns. Number 2 on the list was terrorism. I’d also like to point out that, should terrorists attack our country again, they would most assuredly begin in Toledo, Ohio. Mostly for giving the world the Mud Hens and Jamie Farr)

    There’s something liberating about that memory with the cops. Here we were, a bunch of runt kids making movies on VHS (we even rented them out at the local video store). Perrysburg, Ohio was our movie studio. We made a movie about once a month for three years. It still stands as one of my greatest childhood memories. In fact, ever since we all went to college, went our separate ways, and reunited back here in LA, we’ve talked endlessly about restarting our little production company. And yet, nothing happens. Have we gotten too old? Has the move to LA taken the fun out of a renegade film crew? Whatever the reason or combination of reasons, it’s been enough to have stalled a handful of truly wonderful careers.

    WHAT’S THE DIFF?
    What’s kept us from making even a single movie with the old crew? What was so easy about making a movie ten years ago that’s been lost to us? In my mind it’s the burden of age. A decade of feeding our feeble minds with doubt, paranoia. We missed our chance. We lost our edge. We started intellectualizing film. Started wondering when we were going to leave our mark, and in what profound way? The result was a stalling of energies. Fortunately, the times are a changin’.

    ANGER MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER
    Living in LA and considering yourself a filmmaker is a bit of a joke. At least, that’s how everyone out here views it until you’ve done your first huge blockbuster. Then you’re a “genius” in the vein of Zach Braff. Quick question: how did Zach Braff become “the voice of our generation?” By making an uneven film that could’ve used a few months of rewrites? Come on. Remember when they’re on the edge of that cliff and they scream for no reason, and then they kiss for no reason? What the hell was that? You know it could have been better. Alas, I’m getting off track.

    The point is this: Zach Braff did SOMETHING. Which is more than can be said for most filmmakers in LA. You see, it’s the doing. The line between filmmaker and film critic is very thin out here. In fact, I’d say the only difference is that a film critic is essentially a filmmaker without faith.

    But I’m a little fed up, if you can’t tell. I’m terrified about making this short (as you may well be about yours), but I’d much rather have something to show for my years of intellectualizing. By December, I’ll have something. It may be a pile of crap. I could fail. Or I could be the new “voice of our generation” (with the right publicist). Either way, SOMETHING will be done, insurance or no insurance. Legally or not.

    And afterall, it’s the doing that makes the difference.

    -Sam Jaeger

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  • Ken P. D. Snyde-Cast #17: Friday The 13th

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    Adult Swim’s Dana Snyder and FRED’s Ken Plume set out to have a literate conversation between two pals, but inevitably devolve into a verbal, and funny, free-for-all full of bickering, infighting, and the special kind of male bonding that comes from conflict expressed through the podcast medium.

    Actor/comedian/raconteur Dana Snyder, you’re certainly aware, is Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s Master Shake, Squidbillies‘ Granny, Minoriteam’s Dr. Wang, and The Venture Bros.‘ Alchemist. Available for weddings and bar mitzvahs (bat availability pending), you can keep tabs on him via his website, www.eyeofthesnyder.com.

    Ken Plume is the editor-in-chief here at FRED. He is a friend of Dana’s, as well as his arch-nemesis.

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    KEN P.D. SNYDECAST #17: Friday The 13th – [adult swim]’s Dana Snyder and Ken Plume’s weekly chat podcast returns with a special guest appearance from Ms. Sweetie Snyder, a discussion of the origins of Friday the 13th, and more insanity than you can shake a bushel of sticks at.

    [CONTENT WARNING]: This podcast may contain some foul language and horribly off-color jokes. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/13/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Some people like Emeril… Some dig Bobby Flay… Some are all hopped up on Gordon Ramsay – me, it’s all about Alton Bown. (Thingamabob)
    • In the world of ever more bizarre and seismic paradigm shifts in media and technology, Jeff Jarvis is a must read – every day. (Thingamabob)
    • Crack out the 3-D glasses, and go look at some gorgeous images shot by someone who worked on The Nightmare Before Christmas. (Thingamabob)

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  • Weekend Shopping Guide 10/13/06: Unfortunate Events

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    The weekend’s here. You’ve just been paid, and it’s burning a hole in your pocket. What’s a pop culture geek to do? In hopes of steering you in the right direction to blow some of that hard-earned cash, it’s time for the Quick Stop Weekend Shopping Guide – your spotlight on the things you didn’t even know you wanted…

    It’s rather appropriate (and crafted as such) that the tragic tale of the Baudelaire orphans comes to a close on Friday the 13th of October. A Series of Unfortunate Events Book 13: The End (HarperCollins, $12.99 SRP) certainly lives up to its title, as Violet, Klaus, and Sunny have their final confrontation with the evil Count Olaf, but there are plenty of unexpected surprises in store. Will it all have a happy ending? Is there such a thing?

    I respected them as performers and magicians, but with their Showtime series Bullshit (Showtime/CBS, Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP), Penn & Teller have performed – in my opinion – a public service. With their engaging style of presentation and a keen sense of puncturing modern myths and hypocrisy, they’ve tackled some dangerous topics in the course of their three seasons on the air, exposing the truth behind incredibly foolish – to incredibly dangerous – social dogma. Over the course of the 13 episodes collected in the 3-disc set of the third season, those topics include endangered species, circumcision, conspiracy theories, gun control, ghostbusting, life coaching, college, and more. Unfortunately, there’s no bonus features this go round (past seasons have at least contained deleted footage), but it’s great that – at the very least – the show is still getting released on DVD.

    Never having read Vice before, I wasn’t sure what to expect from the first in their series of DVDs collecting a clutch of short films based around a particular topic, The Vice Guide To Travel (Vice, Not Rated, DVD-$19.98 SRP). Instead of some slapdash road punk version of Girls Gone Wild (which was my chief fear, admittedly), I found it to be a remarkable travelogue of sometimes forgotten, sometimes dangerous, but altogether fascinating locales that are the very epitome of the phrase “off the beaten track.” From hunting mutant game in the ruins of Chernobyl to the deadly black markets of Bulgaria and Pakistan, there wasn’t a slack moment. The disc comes packaged in a hardcover book offering additional insights and interviews on each piece. All in all, it’s an incredible visual document, and the first in what I hope is a long series of releases.

    It’s fun to observe the evolution and maturation of Adam Sandler as the years go by. Watching Click (Sony, Rated PG-13, DVD-$28.95 SRP), we get to see Sandler as fully-evolved a family man named Michael Newman, with a wife and two kids and a house and a dog and a job – and all the stress that goes with them. It’s a far cry from Happy Gilmore, to be sure. So frazzled is his life as an underappreciated architect (with a boss played by David Hasslehoff, it’s to be expected), that he seeks some measure of respite by seeking out a common convenience for his busy life – a universal remote. Finding most stores closed during his impulse search, he finds store open – Bed, Bath, & Beyond. Not finding the remote anywhere in the store, he stumbles upon the hereto unknown “Beyond” section, where he finds an eccentric employee (played, of course, by Christopher Walken) who gives him a truly universal remote – one which he soon finds allows him to control all aspects in his life, from muting the dog to fast-forwarding through awkward moments. As you can expect from mature, latter-day Sandler, lessons about cherishing the small moments in life is the central theme. And you know what? I think I like the mature Sandler. Bonus features include deleted scenes, featurettes on the make-up effects (let’s just say his character’s love of Twinkies is not a good thing), special effects featurettes, and more.

    The fourth season of Scrubs (Buena Vista, Not Rated, DVD-$39.99 SRP) is when the show began to veer more towards the wacky side, losing some of the delicate balance between comedy and drama that it was brilliantly able to capture in previous years. Still, even off-kilter Scrubs is better than the bulk of TV today. Bonus features include deleted scenes, alternate lines, an interview with Donald Faison, and 4 behind-the-scenes featurettes. The biggest disappointment is a measly pair of commentaries, marking a disturbing decline in the number we’ve been getting with each successive set.

    One would think it impossible, but the 13 episodes featured on the second volume of Harvey Birdman (Warner Bros., Not Rated, DVD-$29.98 SRP) manage to be even more surreal – and funny – than the adult swim original’s first 13. No small feat, to be sure. The 2-disc set features audio commentaries (including series regular Stephen Colbert, which makes me hope he’ll take the time to do something for The Venture Bros.‘ second season set on his Professor Impossible episode), deleted scenes, a completely clothes-less “naked scene,” behind-the-scenes video of the voice actors, promos, and more.

    Cover versions of classic hits – particularly when they focus on a single, legendary band – can sometime be a spotty, even embarrassing affair. There are very few clunkers amongst the 18 tracks featured on Paint It Black (Virgin EMI, $15.99 SRP), which – as you might have guessed – contains a compilation of Rolling Stones cover tunes. From David Bowie’s “Let’s Spend The Night Together” to Aretha Franklin’s take on “Jumpin’ Jack Flash,” I can honestly say there wasn’t a single embarrassing moment amongst the cuts.

    To those unfamiliar with radio as an art form, the idea of a film based upon a live broadcast of a radio show might seem like an evening spent at the proverbial opera. In Robert Altman’s presentation of the fictional final recording of Garrison Keillor’s long-running A Prairie Home Companion (New Line, Rated PG-13, DVD-$27.98 SRP) – as the theater’s new owner (Tommy Lee Jones) evicts the show in order to tear the place down – what comes to the fore is just what makes radio so special – ironically enough, presented with visuals. As you watch the melancholy of the surreal family that makes up the cast – including singing cowboys (Woody Harrelson & John C. Reilly), sisters (Lily Tomlin & Meryl Streep), a hard-boiled security man (Kevin Kline), and GK himself – you realize that radio is all about these types of extreme, easily relatable archetypes, be it radio drama, comedy, or talk radio. As for the film, it’s a beautiful confection – and I didn’t even mention the literal angel of death stalking the theater, or a sober Lindsey Lohan’s memorable turn as Streep’s suicide-obsessed daughter. And Altman, as he gets older, makes tighter and tighter pieces that seem to fly by –I don’t know what happened, but he seems to have snatched the mojo Woody Allen has lost. Bonus features include an audio commentary with Altman and Kevin Kline, a making-of documentary, and additional scenes.

    I think it’s safe to say that everyone was a bit surprised that the 13-episode 5th season of The A-Team (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP) turned out to be the end of the line for our heroes. This is even after they brought in Robert Vaughn to fill the shoes of the oft-mentioned General Stockwell. The 3-disc set features a brand new interview with series creator Stephen J. Cannell – but still no Mr. T commentary.

    For the “Everything’s Duckie Edition” of Pretty In Pink (Paramount, Rated PG-13, DVD-$14.99 SRP), the powers-that-be have added 5 new featurettes to the complement of extras featured on the original DVD release, which included an audio commentary from director Howard Deutch, the original ending, and a retrospective featurette. Those 5 new featurettes include a making-of, a spotlight on the “Zoids and Richies,” prom stories from the cast & crew, a featurette about the film’s fashions, and a spotlight on Molly Ringwald entitled – appropriately enough – “Prom Queen: All About Molly.” But where, oh where, is writer/producer/teen auteur John Hughes? He’s become the 80’s comedy version of Stanley Kubrick.

    As time passes, its regrettable that the current generation never got a chance to experience firsthand one of the true dynamos of modern comedy, the late Sam Kinison. For a taste of what made the man such a force to be reckoned with – and an influence on scores of comedians – look no further than the documentary Sam Kinison: Why Did We Laugh? (S’More/Image, Not Rated, DVD-$19.95 SRP), which tries to come to some conclusion, via interviews with his friends, family, & colleagues, what made the man tick. Also included is a CD of Kinison preaching his last sermon in the ministry after his success in comedy.

    One of the biggest double-dipping trends has become the unrated “Director’s Cut,” and you can add Terry Zwigoff’s caustically funny Bad Santa (Dimension, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP) to the list. If you don’t recall the flick, it’s the one with Billy Bob Thornton as a boozing, lecherous, thoroughly and hilariously reprehensible mall Santa. Yeah. Now you remember. The DVD features a new audio commentary with Zwigoff and editor Robert Hoffman, deleted/alternate scenes, a behind-the-scenes featurette, and outtakes.

    Speaking of Zwigoff, Art School Confidential (Sony, Rated R, DVD-$26.96 SRP) that you desperately want to be better than it is, but it sadly never quite accomplishes that desire. As a viewer, I wanted it to be a fantastic satire on the pretension, selfishness, delusion, and high comedy of the art school mentality. Instead, it’s a genial, sometimes semi-fiery look at that world, focusing on a talented young artist named Jerome Platz (Max Minghella) and his journey from a large high school to an exclusive East Coast art school filled with too-stereotypical arty types. Ah well, I guess my wait for the perfect satire goes on. Bonus features include deleted scenes, making-of & Sundance featurettes, and a blooper reel.

    You’d think that Numb3rs‘ premise would eventually wear thin, but golly help me, I can’t get enough of the improbable duo of FBI agent Don Eppes (Rob Morrow) and his mathematician little brother Charlie (David Krumholtz), solving crimes with math. Yes. Match. But Krumholtz is a fascinatingly engaging actor (as is Morrow, who was vital to the appeal of Northern Exposure), and kudos to the producers and writers for realizing that keeping Peter MacNicol as Dr. Larry Fleinhardt would be a very fun thing, indeed. The 6-disc second season set (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$54.99 SRP) features all 24 episodes, plus audio commentaries on select episodes, interview with David Krumholtz & creator Nicolas Falacci, and a season 2 retrospective featurette.

    While a good friend of mine was working on a screenplay about a famous ballerina whose life and career was marked by tragedy, he would tell me tales of the legendary choreographer George Balanchine. It was with those stories in mind that I dove into the PBS documentary on the man, simply titled Balanchine (Digital Classics DVD, Not Rated, DVD-£9.99 SRP). The documentary features interviews, archival audio and video, and footage from the ballets themselves.

    With a little nephew to entertain, I’m always on the lookout for DVDs that will capture his attention for a long enough time that I can rest a bit (you can only push a hot wheel down a ramp so many times), and the latest discs to pass the “he likes it” test are the double-length Dora The Explorer: World Adventure! (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP) and The Backyardigans: Mission To Mars (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$16.99 SRP each). Even better, both titles also contain a pair of bonus adventures. Huzzah!

    As Halloween bears down on us, those more ghoulishly-minded amongst you are already planning your evening’s festivities – which I’m sure include a scary flick or two. If you haven’t gotten the films previously, no might be the best time to get the 6-disc The Exorcist: The Complete Anthology (Warner Bros., Rated R, DVD-$42.98 SRP) – which features the 2-disc original (both the theatrical and director’s cuts), Exorcist 2: The Heretic, Exorcist III, Exorcist: Dominion, and Exorcist: The Beginning. All of the discs feature the same bonus features as their previous individual releases.

    As far as female comedy duos, if the UK has French & Saunders, then the closest the US has is Kathy & Mo. The Complete Kathy & Mo Show: Parallel Lives /The Dark Side (Image, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP) collects both of Kathy Najimy and Mo Gaffney’s critically-acclaimed specials. The 2-disc set also features audio commentary from the duo, plus rare film clips of early performances.

    Black Rain (Paramount, Rated R, DVD-$14.99 SRP) is one of those “lost flicks” that are often made when a gifted filmmaker is going through the doldrums before rediscovering their muse. Here, the filmmaker in question is Ridley Scott, and while there’s anything particularly wrong about this flick – that finds a New York cop (Michael Douglas) and his partner (Andy Garcia) escorting a killer back to his native Japan and accidentally delivering him into the hands of his own gang – it just lacks the spark that ignites Scott’s more memorable films. It’s interesting that they’ve gone-all out to give it a special edition, featuring an audio commentary from Scott, and a 4-part series of behind-the-scenes featurettes.

    I mentioned it a few weeks back, but Docurama has been releasing a new batch of amazing documentaries to DVD that had previously only been seen at select festivals around the country. Their DVD-based “Docurama Film Festival” (Docurama, Not Rated, DVD-$26.95 SRP each) has been giving many of these films a shot at the spotlight and audiences. New entries in the “Fest” that are worth your time and effort to pick up include Waging a Living (which follows four of America’s “working poor” as they try and navigate the increasingly difficult American dream), Passin’ It On (about Bronx-born Dhoruba Bin Wahad and his involvement in the Black Power movement of the 60’s and 70’s before being sent to prison – and acquitted 19 years later – for the wounding and disfigurement of two police officers), Farmingville (a shocking portrait of a small suburban town that explodes under the pressures of its burgeoning illegal immigrant population and an act of violence that sets the powder keg off), Con Man (the story of James Arthur Hogue, who conned his way into a scholarship at Princeton and lived a life as a master imposter until the law caught up with him), The Lady In Question Is Charles Busch (about the actor, writer, drag artist, and leading lady and star of the cult hit Die Mommy Die!), and The Shvitz (a look behind the doors at the last remaining American bathhouses and the unique communal clubhouse culture they exemplified). All in all, it’s a great, diverse selection of flicks.

    Slamming together a clutch of pulp heroes – Flash Gordon, The Phantom, and Mandrake the Magician (along with bodyguard Lothar) – and pitting them against the galaxy-conquering threat of Ming the Merciless, Defenders of the Earth (BCI, Not Rated, DVD-$39.98 SRP) is one of those odd early 90’s animated series that seemed to throw a bunch of properties against the wall and hope that something stuck. For as marginal a show as this, kudos once again to BCI for pulling out all the stops in regards to bonus materials, which include a commentary, interview with the creators, storyboards, and the original pilot.

    I’m not sure how I missed the release of the sixth season of Everybody Loves Raymond (HBO, Not Rated, DVD-$44.98 SRP), but I did. The 5-disc set features all 24 episodes, plus six audio commentaries, deleted scenes, bloopers, and a retrospective look back on the show’s first 6 seasons.

    For the longest time growing up, I would always confuse sleuthing siblings Simon & Simon (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$39.99 SRP) with Simon & Garfunkel. Yeah, sometimes I wasn’t the sharpest tool – and I can’t think of a single crime ever solved while the duo was singing “I Am A Rock.” As for Simon & Simon, you can now snap up the complete first season of brotherly action.

    Try as I might – and despite the presence of Patricia Arquette – I’ve never gotten into Medium (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$54.99 SRP). It combines aspects of some of my least favorite show – CSI and Touched By An Angel – along with a healthy dose of The Dead Zone. So not only does it seem like I’ve seen the show before, but it’s tainted by the feel of those crap influences as well. Still, I know there are plenty of fans out there that will be picking up the 6-disc complete second season (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$ SRP) featuring all 22 episodes,. Plus audio commentaries on 4 episodes, featurettes (“The Story of Medium,” “A Day In The Life of The Dubois Daughters,” & “Medium In Another Dimension” – focusing on the 3-D episode), the Museum of Television & Radio Q&A, and a gag reel. The set also contains a pair of 3-D glasses.

    All you fans of ABC’s medical soap-on-a-rope can program your listening day to the second McDreamy Grey’s Anatomy Soundtrack (Hollywood Records, $18.98 SRP), featuring 15 tracks from the show from the likes of Moonbabies, Snow Patrol, Foy Vance, Metric, and Jim Noir.

    No one can not look at the existence of the Garfield sequel Garfield: A Tail of Two Kitties (Fox, Rated PG, DVD-$29.99 SRP) and not think that it must be some elaborate fulfillment of a contractual obligation. Who could possibly have walked out of the first film thinking, “You know, that was such an incredibly good flick that I can’t wait for the follow-up.” If you’re one of those people, please let me know. I’d like to hit you. Bonus features include a music video, a drawing featurette with Jim Davis (in which he actually draws his own characters), an exclusive Garfield comic strip, and a photo gallery.

    For all intents and purposes, by the fifth season of Magnum P.I. (Universal, Not Rated, DVD-$49.98 SRP), everything was on autopilot. Cruising the Hawaiian isles, solving crimes, being all Tom Selleck-y – it’s pretty much all there. Oh, Higgins grows a beard. There’s that. The sole bonus features of the 5-disc set is an episode from season 6, “The Treasure of Kalaniopu’u.”

    Watching the sketches featured in the 8 episodes comprising the second season of The Andy Milonakis Show (Paramount, Not rated, DVD-$26.99 SRP), I’m struck by the feeling that it’s like watching both the best and worst of a single man-child’s YouTube output. Occasionally you laugh, occasionally you think it’s genius, and sometimes you wonder who thought this crap should ever see the light of day. But no matter what, Milonakis kinda weirds me out. He just does. The 2-disc set features audio commentaries, un-aired skits, outtakes, and a music video.

    No one can call The Fox and the Hound (Walt Disney, Rated G, DVD-$29.99 SRP) a Disney animated classic, but it does have the distinction of being the final film to have involved the “old guard” of animators from Disney’s heyday, who worked alongside (and effectively passed the baton) to the young turks (who were about to fall on their face with The Black Cauldron before dusting themselves off and launching Disney’s second golden age). So for those reasons, Fox and the Hound is a historical curiosity – sadly, as a film, it’s a disjointed, boring mess. Not counting all the garbage Disney tends to throw on their DVDs now, the newly remastered film also features a “Passing the Baton” featurette, a gallery, and the short “Lambert The Sheepish Lion.”

    While I was initially a fan of Carlos Mencia’s Mind of Mencia, I’ve found that his act has devolved into almost braying schtick that relies almost entirely on “dangerous” racial and stereotype humor that often falls flat, and never hits the insights of more insightful comedians like Dave Chappelle, Chris Rock, or the late, great Richard Pryor. Nowhere is his unfortunately laugh-deprived more evident than in his stand-up special, Carlos Mencia: No Strings Attached (Paramount, Not Rated, DVD-$19.99 SRP). Judge for yourself, as the DVD contains an extended edition of the special, plus his original Comedy Central Presents spotlight.

    If you’ve got a daughter, niece, or just any ol’ young girl on your holiday shopping list, you might want to snag a pair of new releases featuring Kay Thompson’s Eloise – Me, Eloise and Little Miss Christmas (Anchor Bay, Not Rated, DVD-$14.98 SRP each).

    So there you have it… my humble suggestions for what to watch, listen to, play with, or waste money on this coming weekend. See ya next week…

  • Nocturnal Admissions: DVD Review, Scrubs Season 4, My Name is Earl Season 1, The Office Season 1

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    Has Scrubs become the template for all other subsequent successful TV sit coms? That seems to be possible when you compare it to other popular, more expansive sit-coms such as My Name is Earl and The Office, but odd when you consider how this style of comedy show was relatively unsuccessful up until now. What did Scrubs do different?

    Scrubs is what they call a single camera show, i.e., shot like a movie rather than a stage play on a set before a live audience (though that too is an illusion). The show has a sophisticated use of pop music and blends gross humor with a sentimentality. You may recall that Larry David ruled that Seinfeld would have “no learning, no hugs,” in defiance of prevailing Cosbyesque sit com practice in the 1980s (though insult humor has always been a large part of sitcom culture). My Name is Earl is almost a direct descendent of Scrubs, and The Office shares some of its attributes.

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    The new disc Scrubs: The Complete Fourth Season underscores this in episode No. 17 on the second (of three) discs, entitled “My Life in Four Cameras.” This is the one in which Charles James is admitted into the hospital and J. D. imagines a “four camera” version of Scrubs. By reverting to the canned laughter and the playing to the camera in a typical sit-com the episode shows how different Scrubs is from the rest of the sit-com litter, yet also ends on a note of affirmation that honors the sit-com in general as solace in a sad world. (On the disc, Sarah Chalke, who it turns out thanks to this episode, has a great pair of gams, does an engaging audio commentary for the show.)

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    As you recall, season three ended with Turk and Karla married, and J. D. and Elliot breaking up (again). Season four is the one in which J. D.’s residency ends, J.D.’s dad dies, the janitor gets a crush on Elliot, J. D. briefly dates a malpractice attorney (Julianna Margulies) and an African-American bartender, Turk learns he has diabetes, and Elliot takes a job in a new hospital. Four is the season that features cameo appearances from Heather Graham, Colin Farrell, Matthew Perry, and Clay Aiken, and has the usual mix of fantasy sequences, animation, and other surprise shifts in style and content.

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    The bulk of the supplements are on the third disc, and include “Will You Ever Be My Mentor?,” about J.D.’s relationship with Dr. Cox, “The Sweethearts of Sacred Heart,” about the romantic “** Grey’s Anatomy” aspect of the show, a video interview with Donald Faison, “The Weapons Chest,” on some of the secondary cast members, “Who Is That Man?,” an unhelpful piece about Nick Flynn’s janitor, 17 minutes of deleted scenes and six-minutes of alternate lines, which are really bloopers and deleteds, and finally a music video by G Tom Mac for “Half.” There are also audio commentaries on two episodes, the other by Braff on disc one.

    We are well into the second season of My Name is Earl and the third season of The Office, which are comfortably linked to each other, at least for now, on Thursday nights on NBC. By some weird coincidence, the first season of Earl and the second of The Office have also just appeared on DVD.

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    My Name is Earl is the surprise kind of hit that I didn’t even watch during most of its first season. I only caught up with it over the last four or five, and of course, loved it. I should have been watching it all along, especially given that I like Jason Lee and Jaime Pressly (who was born to be a Pussycat Doll; remember the New Yorker profile of her that made her sound envious of more successful starlets and one of those pampered actresses with a large retinue, but it still didn’t dissuade me). In any case, seeing the whole first season in order was a treat.

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    Like Scrubs it is a one camera series that blends edgy humor with sentimentality. Like the other show, each episode ends with a “lesson” that Earl learns, as he pursues the rectification of 266 sins of his youth, scrawled on a sheet of yellow legal paper (here is the complete list). Surprisingly it works. Even though the show is an insult to all trailer park residents everywhere, it still manages every week to be both as harsh as an old issue of ** National Lampoon, and convincingly endearing about human perfectibility.

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    The four discs of My Name is Earl: Season One contain all 24 episodes of the series, with chaotic commentaries on six of them by creator Greg Garcia, stars Lee and Ethan Suplee, and the guest stars of a given episode, plus a commentary by the mothers of Garcia, director Marc Buckland, Lee, and Suplee (Debbie Suplee) on the episode called “Dad’s Car.” Each disc has deleted scenes, and the last disc has what is called the “lost pilot,” which offers up a Bizarro world version of Earl’s story, in which Catalina picks up the winning lottery ticket and Earl and Randy decide to get back at the world, not help it (it’s called “Bad Karma”). Finally, there is a blooper reel called “Karma Is A Funny Thing” and a lengthy making of, “Making Things Right: Behind The Scenes Of My Name Is Earl” In which we learn that Earl is based on a real person, creator Garcia’s step dad.

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    The Office has also gotten off to a great start, and for a refresher on what happened before it is a delight to submerge oneself into the second season all at once. I’m glad that the show has overcome the prejudice against it that it couldn’t be as good as the British version, but now that the stories have carried on so far beyond the two brief British seasons now the writers and actors really need to explore and build off of the characters and set ups. As is well known, in season two Michael had a “date” with Jan which he chooses to see as a relationship, while Jim and Pam finally kissed in the season’s last shot (as season three opens, Jim has taken a new job at another branch).

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    The essence of the show is, of course, Michael Scott, whose approach to life is like that of a professional comic’s. Unfortunately, though he wants every to laugh with him, but they always end up laughing at him, primarily because his idea of comedy is from the 1950s. He takes an improv class, where as in life, he never listens to the instructor, and like a Jerry Lewis is always one for promoting causes, until he finds out how much they cost (Michael spends a lot of money in the show, including on a new house and a series of “togetherness” photos). Like an Andy Kaufman routine, The Office traffics in discomfort, and the task of the cast is to take it as far as they can without alienating the audience. Thus in season two, some of the other Dunder-Mifflin employees, such as Jim and Pam, take pity on him and rescue Michael before he descends to some of the depths that tempt him.

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    The set of the first season of The Office, which was only six episodes long, had a commentary or two and some deleted scenes. As befits a hit, the second season package is rich in supplements across its four discs. There are commentaries for 10 of the 22 episodes by various combinations of actors, writers, directors, and producers and numerous deleted scenes on each disc, plus the full version of the “Faces of Scranton” video from the episode “Valentine’s Day.” On the fourth disc, there are 17 fake NBC “more you know” PSAs, 10 webisodes about the accountants from nbc.com, a 16 minutes of bloopers, Olympics coverage promos, and “Steve on Steve,” a video self-interview with Steve Carell for the Office marathon.

  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/12/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • If you thought you’d seen the last of Ricky Gervais & Stephen Merchant’s brilliant The Office – or its clueless manager, David Brent – you’re wrong. At least if you were a Microsoft employee. Or you can just click the link. (Thingamabob)
    • More David Brent! It’s like Christmas!. (Thingamabob)
    • Chuck Jones and Dr. Seuss teach Private Snafu a little something about wartime spies. (Thingamabob)
    • So, have you seen that trailer for Grindhouse yet? (Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!

  • Music For The Masses: October 12th, 2006

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    Howdy there, friends! Greetings from out West. How are you? Hey. . .before we begin, I feel it safe to warn you that I’m here to bring the sexy back. Yep. Just like Brittany’s former boyfriend, Justin, and this crazy, little fucker. . .

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    “. . .sooo ronery. . .”

    Just want to pinch his cheeks, don’t ya’? Seriously, ladies. . .Kim, Justin and I all have something in common. Know what that is? No? Ahh. . .come on ladies. Let’s just say that it’s not the size of the explosion, it’s where you detonate the load. Know what I’m sayin’, playaz? Damn straight. BLAM!!!. . .bellybutton or lower back tattoo. Take that!!! So anyway. . .

    Hey, if you are anything like me, and we’ve already established that you are all EXACTLY like me. . .with the exception of the excessive back hair, webbed toes and genital warts. . .you are sweating a little bit right now because Halloween is just around the corner. That’s right, friends, it’s time to find the perfect costume. . .again. So, what’s it going to be this year, huh? You gonna go traditional or topical? Sexy or slutty? Kooky or ironic? The choices are endless. You know, for me, this decision is always a challenge, but I find it easier if you narrow your choices down to two. For me, considering that last year I decided to choose between slutty and sexy, this year I am going either topical or. . .umm, superhero. Here’s what I’m mulling over. . .

    First and formost, I’d really like to go topical and show up to my local church Halloween party as. . .

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    “¦Florida congressman Mark Foley. However, I am unclear on how to make the large, paper arrows pointing to my mouth and anus that read “INSERT PAGE HERE” subtle and suitable for wearing all night long. I am also contemplating going as Debbie LaFave’s 14 year old “student,” but I’d think I’d get tired of walking around all night with an ENORMOUS smile on my face and giving everyone a wink and a “double thumbs up.” Hell, I guess that rules out going as a “lottery winner” or the guys who just sold YouTube, as well. Torri Spelling after pissing daddy off on his death bed? Naw. . .for two reasons. First, going as a bug-eyed bag lady doesn’t sound all that appealing and second, ever since I was propositioned after a midnight showing of Rocky Horror, I don’t do drag (best fucking Janet Weiss YOU’LL ever see, I’ll tell you that). I’m sure you’re thinking. . .”How about Kim Jong Il. . .like up there in the picture?” Yeah, well that’s real sweet there, princess, but even though I could pull off that forehead, “nipple-buttons” leisure suit and those Amber-Visions® in my sleep, how many 6’5″ Koreans do you know? Wait a minute, that could be great, but see what I mean, people? This is tough.

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    Now, on the other side of the coin, so to speak, are my super hero ideas. What superheroes you ask? Why, that’s easy. . .tops on the list is Gyne-LotriMan. . .the Yeast Slayer. Only problem with that costume idea would be making the baker’s hat look cool with spandex and a cape. Second choice? Sailor Moon. But again. . .ever since Rocky Horror. . .well, you know. Hell, maybe I’ll just steal this kids idea. . .

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    . . .and go as Maxi-Lad. Only problem would be taking off the costume. Remember that “waxing scene” from 40 Year Old Virgin. . .yeah. . .on second thought, maybe that costume isn’t such a good idea. Wait a minute. . .how about I go with the costume that I bought while all jacked-up on Ambien. Wait. . .nope. . .Rocky Horror all over again. Besides, taping your junk to your butt like Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs is MIGHTY uncomfortable. Trust me on that. Damn!! Decisions, decisions, decisions. Tell you what, maybe you folks can help, but more on that later because it’s time to check out some new music releases. This week, we sit down for a spell with the new ones from Beck and the Killers and Double A spins the compilation disc, Chrome Children. Should be fun. So, what do you say? Let’s get to it, shall we??!!

    m4m-ba-oct12 Artist: Beck
    Album: The Information
    Bastard Love Child of: Beck’s Sea Change and Mellow Gold.
    Best for: Seeing what else Beck can do with two turn-tables and a microphone.

    For those of you out there who went “old school” and picked up the actual CD of Beck’s new album, The Information, you know that in addition to the cheesy, home-made videos included for all of the songs, the disc comes with a “blank” cover and a bunch of stickers so that you can customize it to your liking. See that cover up there? Sure, that’s somebody’s vision of what the cover SHOULD look like. But it’s not MY vision. Au contraire, mon frere. I used those stickers to make my disc cover look like this. . .

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    Ummm. . .need a breath mint?

    Now, this may come as a surprise to some of you out there, but Beck is a weird, fucking little monkey. But you know? It is precisely that weirdness, coupled with tongue-in-check unpredictability, that makes his music so damn cool and so damn different that I couldn’t help but become a huge fan (just thought I’d put this critique into context for you. You’re welcome.) I mean, where else can you hear pop, hip-hop, country, folk, funk, experimental jazz, arcade bleeps and lounge music all on the same album? Nowhere, that’s where. Okay, maybe on a Bjork disc. . .whatever, smart ass.

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    As a fan of Beck Hanson, the one thing that I have come to expect from each, new album is something unexpected and, in that regard, this new disc actually disappoints a bit. However, in this case, that’s hardly a bad thing. Hearkening back to his Mellow Gold days, The Information revisits Beck’s more “eclectic” days, but wisely chooses to sprinkle in some of the melodic ballads found on more recent albums, most notably, Sea Change. The overall effect is mesmerizing. In fact, there are some tracks on this disc that represent some of the finest work Beck has ever done; a fact I attribute to the return of producer Niles Godrich (ever hear of a band called Radiohead?) and his spacey production style.

    Highlights of the disc include the pop-synth perfection of “Soldier Jane”, the Primal Scream-invoking “Cellphone’s Dead” (check out “Loaded” from Screamadelica. . .good shit right there, my ecstasy-poppin’ little pals), “Strange Apparition” and my personal favorite, the trippy, moody “Dark Star.” There is a lot to like, nay, love, on this album, regardless of whether or not you’re a fan, but before you think I’m just jacking Beck off with long, slow strokes here, I gotta be honest with you. I absolutely LOATHE the song “1000bpm.” Okay, maybe I don’t loathe it, but I’m pretty sure that song, much like Mary Hart’s voice, gave me a seizure. Seriously. I remember hitting “play” on that track and then the next thing I know, I woke up on the floor with a sore tongue, foam in my mouth and shit in my pants. Of course, I suppose that might have been the Jaeger. But again, whatever.

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    So. . .do you rub her nose in it and smack her with a rolled up newspaper for doing that to the couch?

    Rating: 5 out of 5.

    m4m-kill-oct12 Artist: The Killers
    Album: Sam’s Town
    Bastard Love Child of: Queen and Meat Loaf (and remember, kids. . .if your Meat Loaf’s, beat it).
    Best for: Realizing that the hot chick hitting on you at the Hard Rock is probably a hooker and that you never “hit” on “19.”
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    I don’t know about you, but I REALLY like the Vegas Tourism Board and their new ad campaign “What Happens Here. . .Stays Here.” Think about the possibilities!! Now, thanks to this ad, you have the freedom to jump on that red-eye to Vegas, get shit-faced at the Luxor, rob a bank, start a drug cartel, do a couple lines of coke off the ass of a hooker, bury her dead body in the desert and fuck a goat and know FULL WELL that nobody outside of Vegas will EVER know. Pretty cool, huh? I mean, hell. . .I used to think you just went there to gamble. But now? The possibilities are endless. In fact, I already have my plane tickets, so warm up the goat.

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    Now, I fully realize that if you are a fan of the Killers, whoops, excuse me. . .I meant THE Killers, you’re already all over this disc like pedophiles on MySpace. However, for those of you still on the fence about this one, I wanted to weigh in and give you my two cents because I have seen a ton of negative reviews for this disc. Most of the reviews want to bash this album because The Killers had the audacity to bolster their sound by paying homage to stadium-friendly acts like Springsteen and Queen. Wow. What a bunch of dicks, huh? I mean, imagine the gall of a band aspiring to the sounds of Springsteen and Queen. It’s absurd!! Oh, and in case you can’t glean this from the text, it’s dripping with sarcasm right now.

    Seriously, friends, believe me when I say that most of these reviews are COMPLETE bullshit (unlike my reviews which are just MOSTLY bullshit) and even though you are not going to be seeing the videos on TRL, this is still a very good album. Granted, Sam’s Town does not have the easy, “instant hits” that Hot Fuss had and it’s going to suffer in terms of all-around air time, but the songs are stronger and this disc, over time, will stand up better than it’s predecessor. 100% guaranteed. You see, the sound of the new material retains all of the fluff of Hot Fuss, what with the neo-new wave synths and shit, but the songs here are bigger in sound and scope with more complex orchestration and they are infinitely more interesting. I especially like Brandon Flowers’ phrasing and how he uses his warble-y voice to punctuate my favorite songs “Bling,” “Read My Mind,” and “Bones.” Oh yeah, and the opening guitar riff on “Uncle Jonny” kicks ass. Of course, the lyrics still kind of suck, but hey. . .I don’t recall Hot Fuss winning a Pulitzer either.

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    Pick this album up or fuck a goat. The choice is yours.

    Rating: 4 out of 5

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    If you’re like me, you take joy in the little things in life. Cookies being one of them. Cartoons being another. There are many other little joys that I take part in, but now is neither the time nor the place to get into that. But I do love me my cartoons, and frankly, cartoons don’t get any better than the ones that delight me every night during Cartoon Network’s [adult swim] block. The Venture Brothers, Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Tom Goes to the Mayor? All of them brilliant. Except for 12 oz. Mouse. I don’t get it. People keep telling me that it’s really funny, but it just looks like a bunch of stupid to me. But, to each their own I guess. Anyway, over the last year, [adult swim] has been trying to branch out into other mediums, namely movies and music. Since this here is a music column, we’ll just concentrate on the music aspect of all this.

    Last year saw the release of the first Adult Swim album The Mouse and the Mask by acclaimed producer Danger Mouse and rapper MF Doom. This album was fantastic. I dare even say it was fan-fuckin-tastic. With its cartoon centric rhymes and liberal use of dialog samples from the cartoons, The Mouse and the Mask worked well and was easily one of the best albums of last year. Now, this year sees the release of the album called Chrome Children. Unlike The Mouse and the Mask, Chrome Children is a compilation album featuring 19 of the hottest young hip hop stars. At least I think they’re hot and young, but I really don’t know. With the exception of MF Doom, Madlib and Quasimoto, I haven’t heard of a single person on this album.

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    Chrome Children offers a blend of some great raps and some so-so instrumentals. Just about all of the tracks with someone spitting on it are pretty good. The sad part is only a few of the instrumentals offer anything to the listener. Most of them are boring. With the exception of the song “Nothing In Mind” by Koushik, the instrumentals actually drag the rest of the album down. But seriously, “Nothing In Mind” is a damn fine song. It actually has some lyrics in it, so it’s not a true instrumental, but the beat is out of control. I dare you to listen to this song and not start to groove. Go ahead, do it. I’ll wait.

    Overall this album is just ok. The songs that are great (“Oh Zone” by Oh No and “Take it Back” by Madlib) are great. The songs that stink (“Simply a Joy” by Georgia Anne Muldrow and “Third Rock” by Pure Essence) stink. They would have been much better off with two separate albums, one of raps, one of instrumentals. Something that this album doesn’t have, which I find kind of odd, is there are no songs about any [adult swim] shows. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, just odd. With that said, I’m off to eat more cookies and have inappropriate thoughts about Dr. Girlfriend. Peace.

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    Rating: 3 out of 5

    CONTEST TIME!!!!!

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    Hey? You kids like Danny Elfman? Ex-lead singer of Oingo Boingo (one of the greatest bands. . .ever)? Composer of the theme’s to The Simpson’s, Pee Wee’s Playhouse and Tim Burton’s Batman to name but a few? You like free shit?

    Well, I have in my possession, 5 copies of Elfman’s new masterpiece, Serenada Schizophrana. Here’s some of the press on it:

    Adding another facet to an already brilliant life in music, Danny Elfman steps out from his career-defining role as a Grammy Award-winning, Oscar-nominated composer of original music for film (Batman, Spiderman, Beetle Juice, The Nightmare Before Christmas) and television (“Pee-Wee’s Playhouse,” “The Simpsons,” “Desperate Housewives”) with the release of Serenada Schizophrana, his first orchestral composition written specifically for the concert hall.”

    “The world premiere of Serenada Schizophrana at Carnegie Hall on February 23, 2005 drew ecstatic reviews across-the-board from both classical music and pop culture critics. It subsequently received worldwide exposure as the featured music in the soundtrack to the IMAX film Deep Sea 3D which was narrated by Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet. The Sony Classical recording is conducted by John Mauceri, best known for his sixteen years as conductor of the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra.”

    This is a REALLY cool disc and if you’re a fan of Elfman or Boingo, then this is a must have, especially with Halloween right around the corner. So, what do you have to do to win a copy? Well, as I mentioned above, I am struggling to come up with a kick-ass idea for a Halloween costume and I want your help. Drop me an email with the heading “COSTUME” and in the body of that email, hit me with your ideas, pictures, drawings. . .whatever. . .for the perfect Halloween costume. Pretty simple, huh? Don’t forget to include your name and address so that I can mail your winnings. Unfortunately, this contest is only open to those of you in the U.S. Winning submissions will be posted in the next installment, so have fun with this one!

    Well, there you have it friends. That’s going to do it for me and the gang this week, so, until next time, keep wearing it proud and playing it loud!

    Send your Page Applications, review copies, presents and assorted hate mail to:


    M.C. Bell
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    Arvada, CO 80001

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  • The Fred Hembeck Show: Episode 76 – Wonder Woman Day

     

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    They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

    Gee, you think maybe the following picture is worth a thousand BUCKS, too?…

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    Probably not, I’m guessing, and that’s a bit of a shame. Y’see, I contributed the above drawing to a charity auction being held out at Portland, Oregon’s Excalibur Comics this coming October 29th, where their gala Wonder Woman Day event is hopeful of raising much needed funding for several local women and children’s centers. Okay, so the pic’s unlikely to score a grand, but I’m happy that whatever it DOES bring in will go towards a worthy cause. Big tip of the tiara to organizer Andy Mangels for including moi amongst an impressive – and ever expanding roster – of cartoonists he enlisted to conjure up their own renditions of the Amazon Princess: Joe Staton, Roberta Gregory, Jim Mahfood, Howard Cruse, Don Perlin, Jim Mooney, Michael T. Gilbert, Jaime Hernandez, Alex Robinson, Donna Barr, Steve Rude, John Romita Sr., Terry Dodson, Gilbert Hernandez, Colleen Coover, Jay Stephens and many, many more!

    But if you don’t believe me, check out the Wonder Woman Day page at the Wonder Woman Museum site, and you’ll get a gander at all that delicious Amazon goodness! New stuff is being added all the time, but the single drawback seems to be that the art can only be viewed at a comparatively small size. That mostly works, true, but in the case of my particular drawing, since it was difficult to make out the (ahem) witty dialog I included, I felt motivated to share it with you folks here at a larger size, while at the selfsame time getting the word out about such a worthy cause. Better hurry, though – you have little under two weeks to make your ticket reservations on Invisible Robot Plane Airways out to Portland, so book your flight now!

    Good luck, Andy!

    Oh, and by the way, here’s ANOTHER, totally unrelated drawing I did recently…

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    This was done for ANOTHER, perhaps not nearly as noble, charity, yet one that’s close to my heart: Keep Fred Fed!

    Yes, friends, this is where I remind one and all that we do indeed take on commissions of all manner at your behest. All the pertinent details can be found here. Christmas season is almost upon us, so get your orders in NOW! After all, ANYBODY can pick up the latest video game down at the local mall – how many people can boast a genuine Brother Voodoo illustration by Fred Hembeck under their Christmas tree come this December 25th, hmmm? It’s yours for the asking, folks! (…and, um, for the cash – let’s not forget the cash, okay?…)

    Not many words this episode, huh? But hey, when you stop and add in the two thousand the above pair of illos compensated for, well, wow, we’re just overflowing! Time to go until next week!

    Until then, I leave you to ponder this question – just WHY was Sappho suffering anyway? Didn’t she get a proper serving of succotash, or something?…

    Hembeck.com – it may not be Paradise Island, but I invite one and all to visit anyway! Hola!

    -Copyright 2006 Fred Hembeck

  • Nocturnal Admissions: Movie Review, Art School Confidential and Bad Santa: Director’s Cut

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    It’s fairly clear what Terry Zwigoff is getting at with Art School Confidential. He’s taking the typical teen comedy and turning it on its head. He’s critiquing that robust if repetitious ’70s -’80s genre just as much as he is lovingly parodying or honoring it. In other words, if the “annoying and undermining best friend” really is annoying, for example, here he is supposed to be, because that figure always unintentionally is in the teen genre and Zwigoff is exposing that facet of the genre for what it is.

    Composed with his collaborator on Ghost World, cartoonist (or graphic novelist) Daniel Clowes, it’s a look into a set of contemporary types which at least have the virtue of being for the most part relatively new. Perhaps Clowes encountered them in art school, and in fact the film is based on a four page plotless piece that appeared in Eightball No. 7 in 1991, but Zwigoff didn’t, and in fact the characters don’t feel “observed,” but rather conjured out of the imagination and consequently thin and one-note. I find certain kinds of satires worrisome because when they fail they call into question the ethics and utility of satire and caricature (and stereotypes) in general. In fact, perhaps the problem is that bad satire turns caricatures into mere stereotypes and thus risk near-racist reductivism.

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    Art School Confidential also bears some of the other earmarks of autobiographical films. The central character is the reposity of the filmmakers’ sympathy if not identification, but he hasn’t earned it. His name is Jerome Platz (Max Minghella) and though he is inexperienced, naive, and also a rather bad artist, he aspires explicitly to be Picasso. To that end he finds himself in a Manhattan art school surrounded by confident and withering types who despite their varied attire are fundamentally conformists who enjoy group think. Platz yearns to get together with Audrey Baumgarten (Sophia Myles), an art model (and daughter of an artist) who appeared on the cover of the school’s brochure. But she is in love with Jonah (Matt Keeslar). Jonah, though, is an undercover cop, on the hunt for a serial killer who has been assaulting female students. Though a complicated (but not complex) succession of events, Platz plagiarizes art for his thesis show which happen to have been done by the real serial killer (being partially collage art, they contain evidence from the murders). Consequently, Platz is imprisoned, and, of course, in an irony of Flaubertian proportions, at least in aspiration, he finds himself behind bars, but a famous painter.

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    I wish this had been a better movie. Strangely, modern equivalents of the ’80s teen sex comedy (such as American Pie) are funnier, are better observed, and explore new cultural types better. There is something both strained and hollow about the film’s thesis and its characters. Curiously, it reads better than it plays, at least for those who have come upon the published script (Fantagraphics, 190 pages, $14.95 ISBN 1 56097 678 0). Supplements on this version of the disc (assuming that there are future editions) include a pro forma making-of, footage form the premiere night at Sundance, and no less than 12 deleted scenes, plus outtakes.

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    Released on the same day but from another distributor, Dimension (i.e., Miramax, i.e., Buena Vista, i.e. Disney) is Bad Santa, Zwigoff’s previous movie but one. Even at the time the film seemed more like a Coen Brothers movie than a Zwigoff film, especially since the duo co-produced it and reportedly co-wrote the script, and this version is the director’s cut, which turns out to be shorter (down from 91 minutes to 88 minutes), and with a slightly different ending. That’s really all that is important about this release, it’s minor differences from the previous two iterations of the DVD, and in fact it seems more like the theatrical release than anything else, with only the addition of a few new extras. The supplements are essentially the same, with different trailers and the addition of a laid back commentary track by Zwigoff and editor Robert Hoffman. A nice transfer and fair sound accompany the supplements from earlier editions: four deleted or alternate scenes, a 10-minute making of, and four minutes of outtakes.

    Bad Santa Bob
  • Scrubs Blog: Robert Gives Good Interviews

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    VIDEO BLOG #60: “Robert Gives Good Interviews” ““
    Rob Maschio is truly the king of the soundbite, as you’ll see in this collection of interviews that he’s been giving lately…

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  • Take Me Home Blog #12 – Story. Bored. Meeting.

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    Amid a flurry of aggravating auditions this week, I finished the storyboards for my upcoming shoot and wanted you all to take a gander. I say “aggravating” only because there’s nothing at all spectacular about the daily life of a “working” actor, particularly the process of landing a “gig”. I go to auditions to sit next to the same guys I’ve sat next to in the waiting room for seven years now, waiting to audition for the co-writers of Yes Dear! Or King of Queens! Or some other lackluster show written by lackluster talent. I don’t mean to bad mouth (note: I do), but I feel that if THIS is the cream of the crop, the greatest comedic writers this country has to offer, I’m moving to Paraguay. I know I’ve made this claim before, but this time I mean it! (note: I don’t)

    But I digress. What I’m trying to say here is that, once again, I am tired of reading and studying and performing work that I know WE can do better. That my one-eyed cat can do better (note: this is not a sexual reference. The writer actually does own a cat with one eye). I can’t tell you specifically HOW the writers of Yes Dear got to where they are (note: I do. They slept with Les Moonves), but I do know that if there’s room for them there is certainly room for us. And with that, here are a few drawings from my upcoming shoot. Talk at you all soon!

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    With love and affliction,
    Sam

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    (note: The writer wishes to apologize for the overuse of notes in this piece.)

    (note: “this piece” is yet another phrase not intended as a sexual reference. Although, the author does admit to getting a good snicker out of the seemingly perverse term “one-eyed cat” [see note above])

  • Brat-halla #149: Norse Force – The Search Is On

    by Jeffery Stevenson and Seth Damoose with colors by Anthony Lee

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    Check out the preview to the Image comic Jeff writes…

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  • Quick Stop Thingamabobs: 10/11/2006

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    The web. It’s a big place, full of plenty of distractions ““ some funny, some informative, some ludicrous, some disturbing, some inane, some profound. Each and every weekday, we present links to a few of our favorite finds”¦

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    • Yeah… I don’t think this is gonna get you the corner office… (Thingamabob)
    • It’s links like this that make me really miss Don Knotts. (Thingamabob)
    • If you’re an animation fan, you should be reading Michael Barrier’s stuff. (Thingamabob)
    • Why aren’t there deluxe collections of Walt Kelly’s Pogo, a la the recent Peanuts editions? (Thingamabob)

    Have a THINGAMABOB? Send it in!