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Friday, February 29, 2008

Please Read Carefully Because Your Options Have Changed

Just a quick internet recommendation: the GetHuman 500 database.

It contains instructions on how to skip all the voice messages and get to a customer service representative at many, many companies.

The GH 500, in lawyer-like fashion, instructed me to say nothing and press no numbers when calling Verizon. I ignored seven or 8 recorded pleas for information and was then transferred over to customer service. Where I was put on hold, of course.

If only there were a fix for that.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Soupy's On! WNEW-TV, March 1965

One of the first posts on this blog consisted of some pictures I had taken on a visit to the set of The Soupy Sales Show in New York. Guess what? I found a few more.

It's appropriate that Soupy's crew appears in these photos, because the crew was a big part of The Soupy Sales Show. We didn't see them at home, but we sure heard them. Soupy played to his crew. I somehow doubt that there was a meeting when crew laughter was considered, then adopted as official policy. The crew's near-constant laughter was not premeditated. These guys just couldn't help themselves.

When Soupy himself laughed on-camera, it was nearly always commentary on the show. Soupy laughed, most often, at things we couldn't see... things he never explained.

  • He craned to looked over the edge of the window when Pooky momentarily disappeared - and laughed at Frank Nastasi's difficulties in grabbing a prop, or trying to pull on the Hippy puppet with the hand that was already inside the Pookie Puppet.
  • In close-up, standing near the camera, Soupy would look to one side or the other and start laughing, presumably at one of his crew members.
  • When at the radio, Soupy would crack up when Frank Nastasi flubbed a line, which became even funnier when Nastasi broke the illusion that Soupy was tuning around the dial... by addressing him directly.


That's the stage manager, Eli, above, turning away from Soupy. Soupy talked about Eli so often that Eli became a recurring character on the show. Unlike the people who came to the door to annoy Soupy (all of them Frank Nastasi) we didn't even get to see Eli's hand, but he was more real than any of Soupy's visitors. Soupy did fat jokes and thin jokes and dumb jokes about his crew.

And here's the brilliance of it all: this made it funnier, and hipper, to the kids that were watching. Many children's shows had live, on-stage audiences... of children. And so, naturally, the host worked to the kid audience. Because Soupy worked to other adults while doing a children's show, Soupy's viewers felt that they were given access to the adult world. We weren't laughing at things other children were laughing at; we were laughing at things grown-ups were laughing at, and that made us feel pretty good.


We took it all for granted. Now we can see that it was a very specific, very special period of time. It was local. The people on our screen were live and they were from our town; they knew what the weather was like outside, at that moment.

We've lost local in the past 42 years. Local stores have been replaced by big box chain stores. Local restaurants yielded to franchises. Local hosts for kid's shows moved from 'endangered' to 'extinct' many years ago.

Thank goodness that talented people like Soupy... and Chuck McCann, Sandy Becker, Sonny Fox, Bob McAllister, and Fred Scott had careers that coincided with the narrow window of local TV supremacy. Those of us who were around for it... will never forget how good it was... and how good they were.

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If You Don't Wear Your Bikini This Summer, The Terrorists Win

Yikes.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

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TourGuide: Here's a typical abandoned blog. Take a look around.
Fusion50: When was it abdomened
TourGuide: early 21st century.
Fusion50: why
TourGuide: it should have been destroyed in the Google purge
TourGuide: The owner left and never came back
Fusion50: good move
Fusion50: but its not distroyed
TourGuide: When they shut down the blogosphere, they didn't bother to erase them all.
Fusion50: why borther
Fusion50: bother
Fusion50: i dont see what so special
Hstrygrl: Fusion50, all surviving blogs were declared protected historic sites
TourGuide: Right, content plays no role in preservation. The only thing that's 'special' is that it survived.
Hstrygrl: It's the retro templates, the drop shadows, that stupid header and things like counter styles etc that are interesting
TourGuide: This is one of three surviving Blogger sites that used TicTac (Blueberry).
Hstrygrl: It screams Dan Cederholm from 8 miles away
Fusion50: so its like an art thing they kept it
Hstrygrl: Tictac blue was less popular than Tictac green :-0

Fusion50: omg
artgeek: lol! Where'd you get that
Fusion50:so like thousands of people had blogs that looked exactly the same -what the point
artgeek: i think it's hysterical!!!!
TourGuide: The other tictac templates that survived are this one and this one.
artgeek: you're making my head spin
TourGuide: Any other questions? If not, meet me here and I'll answer any additional questions.

Monday, February 4, 2008

A Slogan That May Need Some Re-Thinking


Please put your hands in the air and slowly move away from my new car.

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Sunday, February 3, 2008

Put It There, Pal - A Dog's Life In Hollywood

Identity issues - problematic for humans, but worse - far worse - for dogs.

I mean, look at the confused expression on Pal's face in the still above, from Challenge To Lassie. The object of everyone's attention, and he's staring off into space, no doubt thinking, "Just who the hell am I, anyway?"

Pal, a male dog, is playing Lassie, a female dog. For most Hollywood stars, an entire career spent in drag would require plenty of couch time to sort things out. Pal, of course, was not allowed on the couch.

It is generally agreed that Pal reluctantly agreed to appear as "Lassie" in the first Lassie film, Lassie Come Home, on the advice of his agent. From there, the story depends upon whose version you accept. Pal's agent claimed that Pal knew very well that he would have to be neutered for the role; Pal maintains that he was told only that "there were a few cosmetic issues that had to be addressed" before the film went into production.

Lassie Come Home was such a huge hit that Pal was forever typecast as the bitch who could always find her way home. Pal fired his agent both figuratively and literally, proving that he could, in fact, find his way to anyone's home when, long after filming had completed, the lack of an opposable thumb proved no barrier to the dog's determination to set his agent's house ablaze at 2 a.m. on September 29, 1943... barely two weeks before the film's New York Premiere. The negative publicity surrounding this incident would have irreparably damaged the movie's box office potential, and many historians believe that the agent's subsequent death (which took place two days after the arson incident, from which he escaped unharmed) was not the anguished suicide over Pal's defection that was presented in the press. (For more details on the fire, listen to Shawn Colvin's Sunny Came Home, originally titled Lassie Come Home and changed at MGM/Turner's request).

Intimates of Pal claim that the dog did not fully understand how far Eddie Mannix (left) would go after he promised the collie to "smooth things over and make this go away." Pal subsequently decided to drop out of sight for awhile by signing with The William Morris Agency. This is plausible, because collies lack a sense of humor, meaning Pal probably did not realize the William Morris line was a joke.

In any case, Pal needn't have worried. No charges were ever brought by the agent's heirs.

Pal was next signed to star in a sequel, "Son of Lassie." When Pal got the script, however, he was horrified to see that he would not be playing Lassie in the sequel, but rather "Laddie, Son of Lassie."

"For this, I got neutered?" the canine was heard to mutter.

Again, Eddie Mannix (left) intervened, this time taking the dog aside for some straight talk. "There's a thousand dogs out there who can limp, walk on their bellies, paw doors, and whine," Mannix purportedly said. "Wake up and smell the kibble, Pal, you need MGM more than MGM needs you." Louis B. Mayer himself was even more blunt with Pal, who wanted to go out but was kept waiting for three agonizing hours outside Mayer's office. Finally ushered in to the great man's presence, Mayer outlined the canine's future at the studio in two words: "Sit. Stay." Daring to defy Mayer, Pal went. On an expensive carpet.

Both physically and mentally castrated, the dog grudgingly did as he was told and prepared to reprise his role as "Lassie" in the third Lassie picture, The Courage of Lassie, even as his team of lawyers sought to break the contract. But Mayer and Mannix had one trick left up their communal sleeve: Pal was to be billed as "Lassie" in Courage of Lassie ... but in the film, "Lassie" (now Pal's legal name, but owned by MGM) would portray "Bill," yet another male dog.

It was the final straw. Pal crawled on his belly to Mayer's office, pathetically scratched at the door, and, when let in, rolled over on his back and whined, conclusively acknowledging Mayer as the alpha male at the studio.

Courage Of Lassie is today remembered primarily for the on-set incident that nearly killed Pal. A "post-Our Gang" Carl "Alfalfa" Switzer (who would die, ironically, in a shooting incident over a lost dog thirteen years later) portrays a young hunter in Courage of Lassie who accidentally shoots Bill (Lassie) (Pal).

No one can explain why Alfalfa's gun was loaded with live ammunition; members of the crew claim to have checked and double-checked the "prop" rifle. There is a lingering suspicion that Switzer himself switched the blanks for live ammo, thanks to an unflattering interview suggesting this possibility given to the press by Roach star "Pete The Pup," actually retired at the time and living in the Motion Picture Country Kennel/Retirement facility in Toluca Lake.

Yet, again, there was a call to Mannix (left), who said he'd "see what he could do."

A week later, a short press release from the Motion Picture Retirement Center announced that two stalwarts of the silent screen had been euthanized: Roach's beloved Pete The Pup and Charlie Bowers, a forgotten animator and slapstick comedian who had once dated Mannix's wife Toni.

Pal recovered (it was just a flesh wound) but the magic spark that had endeared him to audiences worldwide as Lassie, Laddie, Son of Lassie, Bill, and, in his best dramatic performance, Terry Malloy, was permanently extinguished. He continued to pile on the years, seven at a time. He married, adopted, divorced, and remarried. He never reconciled with his children, who later wrote the scathing expose entitled The REAL Lassie, as told to Bob Thomas, published, ironically, in The Saturday Evening Post, where the first Lassie story had been printed 100 years earlier.

Pal died in 1958. In a moving eulogy delivered by close friend Charles Busch, he was remembered as "a dog unafraid to reveal his feminine side... with a masculine side that that was, and will be, sorely missed." Many in the audience were frankly skeptical that "Lassie" was truly gone for good, and were convinced that the famous dog would somehow find her way back to this life.

Sorry. His way back to this life.

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Saturday, February 2, 2008

Blockheads - The Laurel And Hardy Musical

A minute ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell you when I saw Blockheads at the Mermaid Theater, London. A quick search of the 'net, however, revealed that the play ran in 1984.

I'm guessing that Blockheads was not terribly successful, since it seems to have run for a total of only 17 days. And I'm guessing it's not terribly well-known, since a Google search turns up nearly nothing about it. I was lucky to see it; lucky to be in the right place at the right time.

As I recall, the show was set 'backstage' during one of Laurel and Hardy's British tours, which places the action in the late 40's or early 50's.

You can get a sense of the plot from the song titles, the first of which is Have We Still Got It, sung by Laurel and Hardy. Then we flash back to the early days.

Stan sings a number called Playin' The Halls and then sings Star Quality with his father, who had been a vaudeville comic in his own right. A number titled Is This Where The Rainbow Ends? is sung by "Hardy and Minstrels." Laurel sings Goodbye Mae, presumably to his vaudeville partner and common-law wife Mae Dahlberg at the moment Stan decides to break up the act and try his hand at movies.

Any full-fledged L&H fan will smile at the cast members who sing a song called Timing - Hardy, Finlayson, and Hall. And perhaps some Laurel and Hardy fan more fully-fledged than I can decipher the meaning of a number in Act II sung by "Laurel, Hardy, and Finlayson" that's titled G.A.

I remember the show with great fondness. The music was fun, and the Laurel and Hardy history was on-target, if the spelling occasionally was not: a song in Act I titled Rumons From Rome [sic] is sung by The Stan Laurel Trio.

Staging costs were kept to a minimum: the roles of Stan's Father, The Chef, Joe Rock, Hal Roach, and The Phantom of the Opera were all played by Larry Dann. Simon Browne played James Finlayson, a cameraman, a Keystone Cop, and Mr. Lubin.

The two stars looked - and acted - in an authentic, believable and sympathetic manner.


Mark Hadfield played Stan Laurel. He later joined the Royal Shakespeare Company and has had a distinguished career in the years that followed Blockheads.

Kenneth H. Waller played Oliver Hardy. Prior to Blockheads, he appeared in Onward Victoria, which opened at the Martin Beck Theater in New York City on December 14, 1980, and closed at the Martin Beck on December 14, 1980; thus making Blockheads the more successful of the two productions.

For years, I used to walk into record stores hoping to find an original cast album. I've finally given up on that dream. There was no album, and there are no record stores.

Anybody else remember Blockheads the musical? Anybody want to stage a revival at a Sons Of The Desert Convention?

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Locked Out Of My Own Blog

A Windows problem, now solved, made posting to Isn't Life Terrible impossible for about a week.

At least I got things right when I named the blog.

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