Saturday, March 15, 2008

No der.

There once was a time when you got a few mustard dogs from Der Wienerschnitzel. Somewhere along the way, they lost the Der. But here's proof that it once was there.

Friday, March 14, 2008

And the winner is...

I was watching an old tape a bit ago, and after the last program (a Looney Tunes special), I let the tape keep going.

I ended up watching the last half of the American Music Awards from 1986, commercials and all.

It was weird seeing the stars they pointed out in the audience. Mr. Mister, Michael Jackson, and Julian Lennon, among others. Prince and Bruce Springsteen weren't there to accept their awards.

And at the end, everyone rushed the stage to sing "We Are the World."

Jeez, Whitney Houston looked so young then...

My favorite part was when the crowd kept applauding Stevie Wonder when we won an award, he jokingly told everyone "Shut up!"

When Brody gets a little older, I'll have to dig this out so he can watch it and wonder what the hell people were thinking with their wardrobe choices.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Well, Hulu is now open to the public, and in addition to the TV shows available to watch for free, they've got some movies, too.

So you can watch All Dogs Go to Heaven and All Dogs Go to Heaven 2, but there's also The Big Lebowski, The Jerk, and Three Amigos.

On the TV show front, you can watch The Simpsons, Family Guy, The Office, What's Happening and What's Happening Now. I've also watched a few episodes of Benson.

Not in the background while I'm at work, though. That would be wrong; multitasker or not.

It's not perfect; I can't think of very many situations where I'd want to watch clips of movies or shows rather than the whole thing, so that part is fairly useless for me, but it's another step toward my dream of on-demand TV from a giant pool of programming.

CBS is getting in on the fun, putting up all the episodes of Star Trek online, as well as a few other shows.

I'm hoping more networks get with this program; it seems like an easy way to gauge interest in various programs for DVD release. Sure, I can watch any episode of Star Trek for free on my computer now, but I still prefer watching TV on my TV. I'm weird that way.

Oh, and one more thing I just noticed. You can embed stuff, too:

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Just getting this out of my system...

Ho boy.
Headlines the NY Post rejected for their Spitzer cover story:

Ho lot of trouble!

Pimp my government

You can lead a horticulture...

New in town, ey, Guv'na?

Spitzer's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore

Whorible news

No love, no gov

NY: We no love you long time

Upon reading that the reported prostitute in question charged a thousand bucks an hour, this immediately came to mind: What do you get from a $1,000-an-hour whore? Legal representation.

Three and one-quarter stars...

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

So I'm in a foul mood...

...partly because I feel awful (my stomach and I are not on speaking terms today), and partly because it occurred to me that it's been almost 2 years since I wrote to Parenting magazine about their no-dads policy.

I wrote to them, and I was told my letter would be published. It wasn't; and not long after I stopped looking, they introduced their tag, "What matters to moms."


Being the ever-sensitive pissy sort, I decided I'd try again.

Here's what I wrote.
Hi --

I first wrote in May 2006 about the magazine's momcentric slant. At the time, I was working at home from 2-10 a.m. and watching my then-3-year-old son while my wife was at work.

I got a reply saying that my letter would be published, etc. I never saw it printed, and shortly after giving up on seeing it, I noticed the cover tag, "What matters to moms."

Way to go.

Granted, I presume there have been enough studies showing that your target demographic is moms, but the magazine has become even less inviting to any parent who has the apparent misfortune of having a penis.

I really find the magazine content informative--which is why I still read it--but it's very clear that it's not meant for me or any other father.

An occasional article from a dad in the back of the issue isn't exactly helping, either, especially when it's after yet another article from a mom about how nervous she was to let her husband watch the kids. Because as we all know, we dads think nothing of letting the kids play with chainsaws and rat poison.

Is there any plan to feature dads who are active parts of their children's lives? Or should I just stop my bellyaching and look elsewhere?


Jeff Sparkman
Mountain House, California

I'll let you know if I hear anything.

Aside from my stomach doing its best impression of the underground pipe system in The Goonies.

Monday, March 10, 2008

A special presentation

Sometimes I see a video and it seems like it was made just for me.

And because that's kinda weak for a blog entry, here's a bonus giggle, courtesy of George "Mr. Smooth" Clooney.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Last night a DJ saved my life

It occurs to me that I may be part of the last generation to listen to AM radio for music.

My station was KFRC 610 AM. And my favorite deejay was Dr. Don Rose.

In fact, Dr. Don was the very first famous person I ever met. I found out he was going to be at the Bay Fair Mall (now the Bayfair Center) in San Leandro one weekend, and I told my parents that I had to go meet him.

True, he wasn't a superhero, but he got to make goofy jokes on the radio AS HIS JOB. For the younger me, that was a dream job.

Well, it still is, I suppose, but I digress.

It's packed away, but I still have the publicity photo he signed for me. I was nervous to meet him, partly because for so long I'd heard him as this booming voice on my radio, as well as hosting various TV shows on one of the local stations. The other part was, as I often say, I was very shy.

I remember being embarrassed at the time by my dad, who was telling him his jokes were all right, but he needed to not repeat them all the time.

I was thinking as we walked out of The Cascades into the rest of the mall, Dad, you don't tell Dr. Don how to be funny! But I didn't say anything, of course.

He struck me as a hell of a nice guy; he didn't act put out in the slightest having to talk to a little kid like me, and he made me feel like I was just as important as everyone else.

Dr. Don died a few years back, alas, but thanks to the Internet, you can still hear him, or in the case below, see him: