Monday, March 12, 2007

Lying Sack Strikes Again

That lying sack of shit, Dick Cheney, has once again besmirched the name of anyone who apposes him. "When members of Congress pursue an anti-war strategy that's been called 'slow bleeding,' they are not supporting the troops, they are undermining them," Cheney said in a speech to the American Israel Public Affairs Committee.

What the Dick fails to say is that Republicans are the only ones who have ever called it a 'slow bleed' strategy. They made the phrase up, then lied and said that Democrats were the ones using it. For the Dick to continue to use it, shows how out of touch with reality he is. Of course he is the idiot who told us all how the insurgents were in their last throes. This guy just makes shit up, throws it at the wall of right-wing TV and sees what sticks. God let's send this cretin to jail where he belongs.

I'm in no mood to listen to this lying sack of shit anymore.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

More Than A Feeling

Brad Delp, the lead singer for the band Boston, was found dead Friday in his home in southern New Hampshire. He was 55. I remember the huge impact that that first self-titled Boston album had. Everyone had a copy and everyone wore out the copy they had. Though I was a big fan I didn't see Boston live till 2004.

The Los Angeles CBS oldies rock station was know as Arrow and they had these great yearly concerts called Arrowfest. The last one was in 2004 (the next year the station went from being Arrow to being Jack and I think they are a little worried about how people might react at something called a Jackfest).

I took my son, a friend from work and his friend. The concert lasted somewhere between ten and twelve hours as we slowly worked our way through The Edgar Winter Group, .38 Special, John Kay and Steppenwolf, Styx, REO Speedwagon and finally Boston. Everyone played mostly their hits, in particular, Styx and REO were solid hits, one after the other. They were awesome, playing extended sets. It was maybe 10 or 11:00 PM before Boston took the stage. Everyone was, first, pumped up by the last two acts and second, tired as hell. Burnout was beginning to set in.

Boston opened with something I had never heard of before and followed it with something else I had never heard of. I think More Than a Feeling or Long Time was the next song, and whichever it was, it was spectacular. But it was followed by another song no one knew and these were not just short little ditties, they were long songs, with what appeared to be a lot of improvisation and jamming. Normally these are two things I have no problem with, but after ten or eleven hours I was tired. We all were tired and most didn't have the patience for what Boston was playing. My son wanted to go, I wanted to go, eventually my friend from work wanted to go but his friend didn't and we finally had to force the issue.

I know we heard both More Than a Feeling and Long Time, but I don't think I knew any other song they played in the hour or so we listened before leaving. I felt bad about leaving in the middle of their set, but they should have read the crowd better and adjusted to the long day we had all spent in the hot California sun.

I told my son that the next time they played we would go see them and hopefully be in a frame of mind to appreciate what they were trying to do. With Brad's death I have more than a feeling that this will never happen.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Or Perhaps an Exorcist Would Work

Mayan priests will purify a sacred archaeological site to eliminate "bad spirits" after President Bush visits next week, according to the AP.

We should hire these guys to purify the Constitution after Bush leaves. Lord knows he's defiled it enough.

40 Years Ago Today From DC Comics -- Adventures of Jerry Lewis #100

Adventures of Jerry Lewis #100 (On Sale: March 9, 1967) has a cover by the late, great Bob Oksner (who died just last month). I saw Bob a couple of times at Mark Evanier panels at the San Diego Comic-Con over the years and I don't think there was a nicer guy in comics.

Inside we have our cover story "A-Haunting We Will Go!" once again written by the recovering genius Arnold Drake and Bob Oksner. Continuing the further mis-adventures at that training center for demon damsels, "The Little Bo-Peep School for Girls".

Rounding out the book are Jerry Lewis Gallery of Art Messterpieces pin-up also by Bob Oksner featuring Jerry as the Mona Lisa and Bat-Jokes for Jerry featuring reader submitter Batman jokes.

The Adventures of Jerry Lewis started life as "The Adventures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis" and ran under that title for 40 issues, from 1952 to 1957. After Martin and Lewis broke up the magazine continued as "The Adventures of Jerry Lewis."

Edited by Murray Boltinoff.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Hypocrite of the Year

When you talk about Republicans and hypocrisy, it is hard to believe you will hear anything new. The Republican party is the bastion of blatant hypocrisy, but sometimes the gross excess of it all surprises me. Stupid me for having any faith in Republicans.

You think you have heard and seen it all and then a slime like Newt Gingrich once again rears his foul head. Gingrich was having an extramarital affair even as he led the charge against President Clinton over the Monica Lewinsky affair, he acknowledged in an interview with a conservative Christian group (is there really any other kind anymore?).

Yeah, this is the party of morals. They believe you should be forced to have them and they should be allowed to do whatever they wish.

A Ruling on Judges?

"Personally I would like to see all judges and district attorneys made to do some time. Not for the crimes they commit from the bench. For those they commit out of ignorance. Which is precisely why time in prison should be part of their qualifications. So that they might come to know what they don't know they don't know. "

Lee Stringer

Glass Wall Up High

I couldn't help but notice that the Hualapai Indian tribe, which has built the glass bridge 4,000 feet over the Grand Canyon, is pronounced WALL-uh-pie, or perhaps WALL-up-high?

Coincidence? I think not so.

For those interested, it opens this month.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

40 Years Ago Today From DC Comics -- Doom Patrol #111

Doom Patrol #111 (On Sale: March 7, 1967) sports a Bob Brown cover.

Inside the cover story is "Zarox-13, Emperor of the Cosmos" written by Doom Patrol creator Arnold Drake (get well soon Arnold!) and drawn by Bruno Premiani. Zarox-13, Garguax's criminal superior from his home planet comes to Earth with his followers. The Doom Patrol attempts to trick him into believing that Earth possesses an unconquerable high-technology civilization, but Garguax intervenes to expose the ruse.

The backup story is "Neg Man's Last Road" also by Arnold Drake and Bruno Permiani. Negative Man becomes a pawn in Dr. Death's scheme to seize control of the U.S. government by driving its leaders to madness and suicide. We need Dr. Death more than ever today.

Edited by Murray Boltinoff.

Who are the Doom Patrol?

The Doom Patrol first appeared in 1963, when the DC title My Greatest Adventure, a supernatural anthology title, was being converted to a superhero format. The task assigned writer Arnold Drake was to create a team that fit both formats. With fellow writer Bob Haney and artist Bruno Premiani, he created the Doom Patrol, a team of superpowered misfits regarded as freaks by the world at large. It first appeared in My Greatest Adventure #80, June 1963. The series was such a success that My Greatest Adventure was officially retitled The Doom Patrol beginning with issue #86.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Another Lie to Add to the List

"I don't know of anybody in my administration who leaked classified information. If somebody did leak classified information, I'd like to know it, and we'll take the appropriate action."

George W. Bush

All the President's Men

A few weeks ago I watched William Goldman's All the President's Men on TV. I have told my TiVo for a few years now to record this whenever it is on in hopes of finding a very nice print. The one I watched was dreadful, from AMC and had not only been edited but had commercials as well. Normally I would not watch such a print, but it's been a long time since Woodward and Bernstein and I got together and took down that little shit Richard Nixon and, well, good print or bad print, I had to watch it.

Goldman's screenplay is as good as ever, even when messed up by the AMC sensors. He takes a very complicated book and breaks it down masterfully. By cutting out the last half of the book he reduced the amount of history he had to cover and created an amazing detective story from the perspective of the only journalistic institution in the country who seemed interested in investigating the Watergate break-in.

Goldman's script is masterful, but I think it is telling that the "gotcha" moment for me was not scripted. It's a tape of an interview with then U.S. Attorney General Richard Kleindienst. In it he attacks the Washington Post for continuing to look into Watergate and spews off this long rant about how the government's own investigation of Watergate was the single greatest, most thorough investigation in the history of our country. Then the interviewer asks a simple question about something that had just come out in the Post and he admits that they didn't know about it.

All that smokescreen he tried to lay down, all that cover he tried to give that crook Nixon evaporates and you see it in his face. You know that he knows that he is toast.

And that is what I love about this film, because it points out that what Woodstein and the Washington Post did was not only save our country, but they gave the power to others to assist. Had it just been the Post and no one else, Nixon would have gotten away with his obstruction of justice. Had the Post given up, Nixon would have gotten away with it.

And though the action in the picture stops at a time when the circle around Nixon is tightening because Woodstein have made a mistake and we are not shown how the final fall of Nixon occurs, that one scene with Kleindienst illuminated the way. The institutions that should have been asking the hard questions started to ask them and it didn't matter that Bob and Carl had fucked it up. What they had done up to that point had righted the ship enough, that others could join in the struggle to find the truth.

God how we need Woodstein today. The Washington Post took the role of exterminator in the 1970s and rid the White House of traitorous vermin out to undermine the Constitution, but today rodents of the exact same ilk infest the White House again and a good exterminator is once again needed. That will only happen if we have an actual free press and a responsive Congress with the guts to do what must be done and to hell with the goose-steppers who will call them unpatriotic (or as we learned last week, "faggots") for doing it.

Just today I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby was found guilty of perjury as he shielded the vile Vice President from his own traitorous acts; so progress can be made. But if it stops with Libby, if Cheney is allowed to go free, then it will be the equivalent of convicting Donald Segretti and letting Nixon and his other henchmen evade justice.

I leave you with some wonderful William Goldman dialog, the last real lines in the film, spoken by Jason Robarbs as Ben Bradlee:
You know the results of the latest Gallup Poll? Half the country never even heard of the word Watergate. Nobody gives a shit. You guys are probably pretty tired, right? Well, you should be. Go on home, get a nice hot bath. Rest up... 15 minutes. Then get your asses back in gear. We're under a lot of pressure, you know, and you put us there. Nothing's riding on this except the, uh, first amendment to the Constitution, freedom of the press, and maybe the future of the country. Not that any of that matters, but if you guys fuck up again, I'm going to get mad. Goodnight.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Driving May Not Be His Forte

50s and 60s singing heartthrob Fabian Forte escaped serious injury twice this weekend, first in a car crash and then in a concert accident. He is not a guy you hear a lot about, but he is a guy I was thinking of a couple months ago, not for singing but for acting.

Now acting is not the word that most people would use to describe what Fabian (or Frankie and Annette or any number of other teen heartthrobs who made the transition from pop records to the movies) did. Some would not even call the vehicles they performed in, movies. I'm not one of those guys. I love those silly beach movies. The Frankie and Annette variety are just as bad as you remember them to be. No, actually, they are a lot worse than you remember them to be.

But Fabian starred in one beach movie that was different. It was so different that 40 years after seeing it, I still remember it fondly. Even stranger, when my TiVo picked it up a couple months ago, I remembered whole scenes of dialog from the film. That freaked even me out!

The film is called Ride the Wild Surf and if you ever see it coming on TV, give it a chance. I think it will pleasantly surprise you. A couple of things set this film apart from the typical teen "beach" movie.

First, it takes place in Hawaii where the surf really is as wild as they show, rather than Malibu or Redondo Beach where they never get the kind of wave you see in a Frankie and Annette movie. The film follows its stars as they hit one beach after another on the North Shore of Oahu, ending up at Waimea Bay.

Second, not only is it packed stem to stern with some amazing surfing shots, it actually has a story, following three friends from Malibu as they try there hands at Hawaii for the first, and maybe last, time. They come from different backgrounds and they are all on different paths in life. Maybe the stars are a little too old for a "coming of age" drama, but they do discover direction for their lives in what they find in Hawaii.

I was eight when I saw this film, but even at that age I could tell it was a step above the average "beach" fare. OK, it's not a giant step, but the dang step is there, I tell ya.

Fabian, Peter Brown and Tab Hunter play the three friends and Susan Hart, Shelly Fabares and Barbara Eden (less than a year away from fame as Jeannie on TV) play the three women who discover them. James Mitchum (Robert's son) and Roger Davis (of Alias Smith and Jones) play their surfing adversaries.

Yeah, sure, they all look stupid standing in front of the film of waves during the close-ups and pretending to surf, but a lot of the other surfing scenes using the actors look really good. And I swear, there is a scene near the end of the film with Tab Hunter, Susan Hart and Catherine McCloud that I recited in my head as I saw it play out. I remembered it from 42 years ago.

It remains on my TiVo list of films to be auto-recorded. It's not a classic by any means, but it's a cut above the standard fare and dammit, I feel real young when I watch it and Shelly Fabares is just as cute as when I was eight years old.

Belushi

Twenty-five years ago today John Belushi was found dead in Hollywood of acute cocaine and heroin intoxication. A tragic end for one of the funniest people ever to grace weekly TV and the movies and the stage.

I remember the first time I heard the Lemmings album with Belushi's impersonation of Joe Cocker and then a few years later seeing him do the same bit on Saturday Night Live was even funnier. I actually recall falling off the couch and rolling on the floor laughing so hard my side ached, which only made it funnier.

The other stand outs from SNL were John as the Samurai tailor with Buck Henry and the video bit of an old Belushi walking through the cemetery past the graves of the rest of the cast and telling us how they all died and how John had out lasted them all. But that was not to be; Belushi would be the first of the SNL Not Ready For Prime-time Players to die. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was working for SOGITEC, a technical typesetting company in Lakewood California when a woman I worked with came into the office upset and said to us all, "Pelosi's been shot!"

Rick Pelosi was one of the technical illustrators I worked with (if you're out there "Hi Rick!") and it startled me, but not my boss at the time, Bob Waterman. Bob calmly asked, "Do you mean Belushi?"

The co-worked replied, "Oh, yes, that's it. John Belushi's been shot. I just heard it on the radio."

Now I don't know if it was ever reported that John was shot or if she was just so upset she heard it wrong, but we turned on a radio (no Internet in 1982) and heard the news. What a down day that ended up being.

I think had John not self-destructed he might have ended up being not just a funny, funny man, but a great dramatic actor. I have nothing to really base this on except that the guy seemed to excel at just about every thing he did and he just oozed talent.

Mr. Belushi, you are missed.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Idle Speculation?

I love the fact that "spam" has come to mean unwanted garbage on the Internet. Every day I receive four or five offers to add three or four inches to my penis. All of which I accept. And now I have a nine-foot penis.

Eric Idle

City of Fast Food Addendum -- Der Wienerschnitzel

John Gallardi has said that Glen Bell's wife came up with the name Der Wienerschnitzel while looking in a cookbook. Do you think she told them what it meant? Lots of people now think that a wienerschnitzel is a hot dog or something close to it, but the Germans don't think that.

As Wikipedia points out:
"Der Wienerschnitzel" is a famous example of incorrect use of German by native English speakers.

The expression der Wienerschnitzel is German—however the correct article to use in this case is the neuter form das, not the masculine der. This is true for both the actual food (das Schnitzel) and the restaurant itself (das Restaurant, das Lokal), though in the genitive plural, the article does change to "der": Das Restaurant der Wienerschnitzel would be grammatically correct though at least awkward; it literally translates to "the Wiener Schnitzels' restaurant".

Strictly put, Wienerschnitzel might also be seen as incorrect, as the term is a two-word expression in German, written in two words only by the uneducated or by wags suggesting natives of Vienna (Wiener) having been processed to Schnitzel. Thus, Das Wiener Schnitzel would have been correct usage.

In addition to these linguistic flaws, Wiener Schnitzel actually means "breaded veal cutlet, Vienna style", which the restaurant chain does not sell. The name probably came from a mistaken belief that Wiener Schnitzel meant "Wiener sausage". The chain changed its name to "Wienerschnitzel" (sans article) in 1977, though many franchises retained the older name on their restaurants. Also, some older customers still refer to the chain as "Der Wienerschnitzel".

Saturday, March 03, 2007

The City of Fast Food

As some of you may know, I grew up in Muscoy, an unincorporated area of San Bernardino County, just outside of the city limits of San Bernardino, California. Some of what I am about to relate I have known for years, but some of it I just recently learned, but it all has to do with growing up in the City of Fast Food.

I remember as a kid never eating fast food and then it just sort of took over. I didn't realize it was all starting right in my hometown. It had actually started in 1940 when Richard and Maurice (Dick and Mac) McDonald opened their McDonald's Barbecue restaurant on E Street in San Bernardino. A few years later Dick McDonald studied his sales and discovered that 80% of his business was generated by hamburgers. They closed down the Barbecue restaurant and on December 12, 1948 they reopened the converted E Street shop as a fast food restaurant called simply, McDonald's, and introduced their Speedee Service System. Fast food was born!

In an article by John Weeks in the San Bernardino Sun and the Daily Bulletin, Chris Nichols, a historian with the Los Angeles Conservancy said, "Every major fast-food company has something to do with the corner of 14th and E streets." In the same article Chris recalled a famous anecdote in McDonald's lore.

"One day, Glen Bell...sat in the car outside McDonald's with Neal Baker... and John Gallardi... and tried to figure out how they did it." How the McDonald brothers could serve so many people so quickly was what intrigued the trio. McDonald's serviced a seemingly never ending line of customers at a revolutionary pace. As those in the car later discovered, the McDonald brother had become masters of innovation.

The brothers collaborated with the owners of Toman Brothers Machine Shop in San Bernardino to create spatulas that were the perfect size for flipping burgers, milk shake machines with shorter spindles so workers could make shakes right in the paper cups, and ketchup dispensers that doled out perfect dollops of ketchup.

"That sounds like a little thing, but it makes it so they could do this anywhere, and it would be the same everywhere," Nichols has said. The McDonalds' innovations put the "fast" in fast food and the brothers were generous with their secrets, sharing them with others.

James A. Collins, chairman of Collins Foods International, the largest Kentucky Fried Chicken franchisee and the operator of Sizzler Restaurants recalls his own tutelage at McDonald's, starting in 1952. "We all took our lessons from the McDonald brothers. There was a fraternity of us, and every one of us saw the McDonald's in San Bernardino and basically copied the boys."

The "fraternity" included those three buddies who pulled up in one car, on that day in the early 1950s, and were so impressed with what they saw.

Glen Bell of Muscoy, and the driver of that famous car, opened Bell's Hamburgers on the corner of Oak and Mount Vernon Avenues in San Bernardino. After a while, Glen began experimenting with adding tacos to his menu. The tacos were a hit and in 1954 and 1955 he opened 3 Taco Tia restaurants dedicated to serving his tacos, the first at the corner of Base Line and Acacia. They still exist today.

In 1952, another Muscoyvite and passenger in that famous car of lore, Neal Baker, a friend of Glen Bell's who had helped Glen build his first few locations, decided to try his hand in the business and opened the first Baker's Drive Thru on Highland Avenue. Baker's may have been the first fast food place I ever went to. As a kid, if we got fast food it was usually tacos from Baker's.

They had a "Taco Tuesday" where you could get eight tacos for a dollar. Over the years it dropped to six, then five, then four, then three, then two for a dollar. But they still make a great taco. Baker's pioneered the "twin-kitchen" concept of American and Mexican fast food under one roof. They never expanded like the other chains and only have around 40 locations, but I do still go out of my way to get to one.

Glen Bell opened a Bell's Burgers location in Barstow and convinced his employee Ed Hackbarth to move up to Barstow and run it. Ed successfully ran the location after they changed it into a Taco Tia. Eventually Ed leased the location from Glen.

In 1956 Glen opened his first El Taco restaurant in Long Beach creating another chain which he sold in 1962 when he opened a restaurant in Downey named after himself, Taco Bell. He quickly expanded to eight locations (which are still open today) and sold his first franchise to Kermit Becky in 1964. Today, Taco Bell is the nation's largest Mexican fast-food chain, with more than 6,000 outlets.

Glen loved the food business and in 1961 convinced his commissary manager, San Bernardino friend and the other passenger in that famous car, John Gallardi to open a restaurant of his own. John wanted to sell something other than tacos and settled on hot dogs. In an interview in the Orange County Business Journal Gallardi recalled, "Glen's wife named the company. I was at dinner one night at their house and Bell's wife was looking at a cookbook and said you ought to call it wienerschnitzel. I told my wife going home nobody in their right mind would call a company wienerschnitzel. Three days later, I said, 'Hell, it's better than John's Hot Dogs.'" Today, Wienerschnitzel is the world's largest hot dog chain, boasting almost 350 locations.

Also in 1961 the McDonald brothers sold Ray Kroc the business rights to their restaurants for $2.7 million dollars; they retained the original McDonald's, which they rechristened The Big M. A few years later Kroc opened a McDonald's across the street and eventually put the McDonald brothers out of business. Today, the Kroc restaurant remains boarded up. The original McDonald's was demolished in the late 1960s, though a McDonald's museum exists at the original site (with a building built in the 1970s), which is run by Albert Okura, founder of the local chicken chain, Juan Pollo.

In 1964 Ed Hackbarth who leased Bell's Taco Tia in Barstow opened his own restaurant in nearby Yermo called Casa del Taco. Casa del Taco expanded to become a chain of its own, eventually shortening its name to Del Taco. Today, there are more than 400 Del Taco restaurants.

Years later Dick Naugle, while installing equipment for the first Del Taco drive thru, would become interested in the business and would team up with Harold Butler from Denny's and open up a taco place called Naugles. It was a Mexican fast food franchise similar in many ways to Del Taco (only the food was much better). Naugles rapidly grew to 225 restaurants under the ownership of Harold Butler, who sold the company to Collins Food International in 1985 (yeah, the same Collins Food International that is run by James Collins who worked for the McDonald brothers on E Street in 1952). In 1988, Del Taco and Naugles merged, and all Naugles franchises were converted to Del Taco franchises.

Much of the menu at Del Taco today is actually the Naugles menu, where the "Macho" food items all originated.

In the California State University San Bernardino Magazine, in referring to the business innovations introduced into the food industry in the ’40s and ’50s, Neal Baker said, “All of these places really started here and San Bernardino never really gets any credit for it.”

So that makes San Bernardino and my little community of Muscoy, in one way or another, a part of the births of McDonald's, Bakers, Taco Bell, Del Taco, Wienerschnitzel and Naugles, like I said, the City of Fast Food.

Neal Baker still owns land in Muscoy and donated the property for the new enlarged Muscoy fire station which opened last Fall, and just recently donated a large corner lot adjacent to the fire station to the county, with specific orders it is to be a Muscoy Community Center.

I remember in the 1970s that Naugles was the only fast food place in San Bernardino that was open 24 hours a day, so if you wanted a burger or a burrito in the middle of the night or late on the weekend you had to go to Naugles to get one.

I'll never forget the night in the Naugles' drive-thru when a shoot out happened right in front of me between a guy on foot and an off-duty police officer in the truck two cars ahead of me. There were women in cars getting punched through their open windows, bullets flying, shattering glass, women screaming, men yelling and very shaky Naugles employees walking from car to car to give you your food and help you back out of the drive thru and away from the building.

Ah, those were the days and nights in the City of Fast Food!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Oops!

The Swiss accidentally invade Liechtenstein, or so says the AP.

Man I hate when that happens!

Drake Improving

Mark Evanier is reporting that Ken Gale is reporting that Arnold Drake's condition "is much improved." That is truly great news.

I met Arnold a few years ago at the San Diego Comic-Con, first when he was on a panel that Mark Evanier was hosting and later in the Artist's Alley, where Arnold had a table. What a great man, so full of life and real joy! He was wearing a "I'm Deadman's Father" t-shirt and had a large reproduction of the cover to Strange Adventures #205 on the table beside him. The cover was hand water-colored and I remarked that I thought it was one of the best covers in the history of comics, not so much for the Carmine Infantino/George Rousso artwork (which is pretty damn cool!), but because the caption was pure magic. Arnold agreed, saying, "Yeah, that caption is the single best thing I ever wrote." For those too lazy to click on the artwork and see a larger copy, it reads

This man who was just murdered is our hero!

His story begins one minute later--

Introducing... DEADMAN
Pure magic Arnold, pure magic! Get well soon my man!

40 Years Ago Today From DC Comics -- Aquaman #33

Aquaman #33 (On Sale: March 2, 1967) has a great Nick Cardy cover introducing Tula, AKA, Aquagirl! Mr. Cardy's mastery of the female figure is the big treat here.

Inside we have "Aqualad's Deep-Six Chick" by Bob Haney and Nick Cardy. Aquaman and Aqualad return to Atlantis after rescuing the survivors of a plane crash in the ocean. Aquaman receives a hero's welcome, but Aqualad feels ignored. Aqualad then meets Tula, an Atlantean girl his own age. She convinces him to leave Atlantis and have some adventures of his own. Before the story is over Aquaman, Aqualad and the newly dubbed Aquagirl will have to face Dr. Dorsal!

Aquagirl pretty much fills out the Aquaman family. We now had Aquaman, his wife Mera, their child, Aquababy, Aquaman's sidekick, Aqualad and now Aqualad's friend, Aquagirl. And why do we need her? 'Cause she's Wild, Wet and Whacky!

Duh!

Actually, in the wonderful The Art of Nick Cardy, John Coates asks Nick just that question:

I think it stemmed from the idea that the Aquaman character had Mera, while Aqualad was sort of left out. So George [Kasdan] and Bob [Haney] wrote in a young girl character, Tula. Like Mera, I designed Tula's outfit and overall look. She was Aqualad's companion. Being of the same age, they could relate to one another, or oppose the elders. We played up the fact that she was this wild, "hip" 1960s modern girl and Aqualad was more reserved and introverted.

Edited by George Kashdan.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Arnold Drake -- Deadman's Daddy is Hospitalized

Ken Gale, producer, interviewer and host 'Nuff Said!, WBAI-FM, NYC has this information on Arnold Drake...

Arnold Drake is in Cabrini Hospital in New York City with what was first called "a touch of pneumonia." He was found collapsed, but conscious on the floor of his apartment by a neighbor (thank you, Mr. Hennessy). He is still in intensive care as of today (February 28).

His doctor said, "His heart enzymes tell us that he had a heart attack recently." The "touch of pneumonia" was actually - or also - a blood infection called Septicemia. He's getting a plasma transfer and a lot of anti-biotics and sedatives.

He was having trouble functioning on Monday and his neighbor, Mr. Hennessy, brought him to the hospital the next day. He is still in intensive care as of today (February 28) and will probably be there for a while yet. March 1st is his 83rd birthday.

Arnold has been writing comics since the late '40s. He's written humor and adventure for all age groups from Batman to Jerry Lewis, from X-Men to Little Lulu. He is the creator of Stanley and His Monster, Deadman, Doom Patrol and Beast Boy. He also wrote what is probably the first American graphic novel; "It Rhymes with Lust" was published in 1950 with art by Matt Baker and is due to be re-released by Dark Horse in a few weeks (March, 2007).

Send cards, letters and art to:

Arnold Drake
Cabrini Medical Center
227 E. 19th St.
New York, NY 10003.

Please spread the word! Thanks!

The Men Actually in the Arena

Nah, the topic is not Teddy Roosevelt, the topic is football... Arena Football. That's right baby, the indoor game is back!

Now I understand that Arena Football is not everyone's cup of tea, since it is so different than regular American football. For one thing, it's played indoors, and I don't mean in giant domed stadiums. My local team plays at the Staples Center, the same place the Lakers, Clippers and Kings all play. Not that big of a place, but big enough for Arena football as the field is only 50 yards long, with 8-yard end zones, and 85 feet wide. Fits nicely in about the same space as a hockey rink. The field is wrapped in 48-inch high sideline barriers of high-density foam rubber and directly beyond them are your seats!

The goal posts are nine feet wide with a crossbar height of 15 feet (NFL goal posts are 18-1/2 feet wide with the crossbar at 10 feet). On both sides of the goal posts are 30 feet wide rebound nets which are 32 feet high. Balls kicked off these nets, missed field goals or kick-offs (there are no punts) are live balls and really good kickers aim for the angle-iron surrounding the nets to create unexpected rebounds. I've seen many a touchdown scored by the kicking team after a ball careens oddly off the nets.

As you might by now guess, I love the Arena game. It is fast, high-scoring and fun. It is also iron-man football with normally only two of the eight players on the field changing between offense and defense. On offense one man can be in forward motion, so the long bomb is always a real threat. All of the rules can be found at AFL 101.

I have Los Angeles Avenger season tickets and have been going to games for years. We have some great players including the best kicker in the league. I may from time to time gripe or hopefully cheer about the fate of my team.

The season starts tonight and the televised season starts tomorrow on ESPN and on through the weekend on ESPN and ABC. My first game is Sunday night at the Staples Center. Go Avengers!