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July 15, 2007

DRAWING A BLANK

Got myself a new Wacom drawing tablet today. Naturally, I plunged right into drawing, because it's been a long time since I've had a functioning digitizing tablet and I've been itching to do some cartooning again. I was once a cartoonist, y'see, a long time ago, but the intervening years saw me having less and less time to sit down and draw. 16 hour work days and no off days will do that to you. So I was excited to get the new gear working, and it does work well. But there's one thing the tablet can't do.

That thing I mentioned about having no time? The tablet can't do anything about that.

So I did some drawing, and some more, and then took a few minutes to watch "Entourage," then came back and soon I realized I was running out of time and wasn't remotely finished. Worse, I wasn't crazy about the content of what I was drawing- the art was fine, but the content, not so much. So I had to quit, write this thing, and put it off for another day.

I get a lot of people telling me how great I have it, and they're right- I work from home, I basically write stupid wiseass stuff all day and get paid for it, it's pretty remarkable, actually. And I appreciate it. The one drawback is that I have too much to do for a 24 hour day and a 7 day week. The things I enjoy doing, like reading and drawing and sleeping, are getting harder to cram into the schedule. But my dreams persist, so the tablet now sits by my keyboard, and the difficulty of hooking up my old, balky tablet is no longer an excuse for me not to get back to drawing. The sketch pad is here, the brush pens are here, the scanner is here, Photoshop's here, and now the tablet's here. I have everything I need.

Except time. And a better idea for a cartoon. When I've worked those out, you'll see the results right here. Those of you who remember my stuff from the days of yore (actually, 1978 through about 1986), prepare to be, um, not terribly surprised at all, actually.


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July 16, 2007

WHAT? YOU'RE IN TOWN? GEE, I'D LOVE TO, BUT I'M A LITTLE BUSY...

The Phillies are in town for their only visit of the season. I am not there.

Reasons?

1. I'm tired.
2. I'm cheap.
3. I don't relish the thought of driving 45 minutes in heavy traffic to get there.
4. They are going to break my heart. Again.

The last one's the killer. I'm tired, sure, and cheap- I don't have credentials this season, and I don't feel like paying, but I COULD, and have in the past. And the haul up the Harbor Freeway isn't appealing to me, nor is getting home after my bedtime- I gotta be up at 3:45 tomorrow morning as usual. No, it's mostly the nagging suspicion that none of this matters. It's preordained. They're going to be a few games over .500, they're going to miss out on the wild card, they're not good enough to get over the hump. Yes, they'll make a run at some point, but they don't have the pitching, the offense is inconsistent, and they have nothing to trade that would get them help. Not good enough to win it- unless the Mets and Braves continue to flail away for the rest of the season and somehow let the Phillies in. Not bad enough to throw in the towel, not with Rollins-Victorino-Chutley-Howard-Rowand. Not likely to make the playoffs.

Look up "mediocre." There they are.

And I'm supposed to go out of my way to see that?

It's been several years since I completely missed out on seeing the Phillies in person. I've seen them at Dodger Stadium pretty much every year, I've seen them in Anaheim the year they played the Angels in an interleague series, I made it to Citizens Bank Park one year. Not this year. This year, I save the time, save the money, stay home. Tonight's game is on in HD, so I can watch that. But I'm not going out of my way for mediocrity.

Oh, yeah, one other thing. I've been a jinx. They lose when I show up. So I'll stay home. Maybe they'll sweep. That would be nice.


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July 17, 2007

THE BASEBALL CARD CHRONICLES: FRED WENZ OF BOUND BROOK, NEW JERSEY

In honor of Loss Number 10,001 (see? I told you it wouldn't be worth the drive), here's another of My Phillies Memories:

I remember Fred Wenz. I saw him pitch. But here's the sum total of what I remember about Fred Wenz: He was born in Bound Brook, New Jersey.

That's it. Back when I was a kid, he pitched one season in Philly after two cups of coffee with the Red Sox and some lasting legend status there as "Fireball Fred Wenz," who could throw 100 mph but without control. By the time this card came out- 1971- he was out of the majors for good. But I remember sitting in the stands in Connie Mack Stadium, browsing through the Phillies 1970 Yearbook- I still have it, although it's been beaten up a little- and noting that Fred Wenz was born in Bound Brook. Why this caught my eye, I don't know- I didn't grow up in Bound Brook, and I was only vaguely aware of where Bound Brook was at the time. But it just lodged in my brain, so one of my most vivid memories of the 1970 Phillies, right up there with the ballpark and Lowell Palmer's sunglasses- is "Fred Wenz from Bound Brook, New Jersey."

It's amazing what will stick in your memory. It's mildly insane, too.

I went looking for Fred Wenz on the Net. Not much. Nothing about the decade he spent in the minors before making it to the majors for that brief, shining moment. And then I found this: a story in the Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center magazine about the death of Drs. James and Lidia Wenz, the subsequent opening of an orthopedic unit dedicated to their memory, and how the first patient for the new unit would be Fred Wenz, the father of James. The picture looks like it could be THE Fred Wenz. But I'm not sure.

And there was this amusing anecdote on a baseball card forum:

There was what may have been an urban legend about the 1971 Topps Fred Wenz card. Supposedly some guy in the Philly area got upset at Wenz, who knew all about his only card; and vowed to make sure Wenz never got any of them.

Well, then, tell you what. I assume he eventually got plenty of copies, but in case you're out there, Fred, you can have one of mine.


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July 18, 2007

DRAINED

We just got back from a special town meeting about a project they're doing behind our house. The news was a) necessary and b) not great- they'll be putting in a badly needed new storm drain system, but the project, once approved, will create an unholy racket within a few feet from the back property line every day, 7 am to at least 4 pm, for several months. This is wonderful news insofar as I work at home and will be greeted every morning at 7 am with the sound of heavy equipment. As we learned last year with my neighbor's surprise home renovation work outside my window, loud incessant construction noises are very conducive to productivity when you're a writer. There's nothing better for the creative juices than being unable to hear yourself think.

And this doesn't exactly have to be. The plans sent out with the meeting notice labeled the work "TRENCHLESS," which, well, I don't know about anyone else, but "TRENCHLESS" to me would tend to mean "without digging trenches." At the meeting, the engineer disabused us of that notion, cheerily informing us that since it's cheaper to dig a ten foot trench, a ten foot trench it'll be. You don't dig a ten foot trench without a lot of noise and a lot of dust and a lot of vibration.

But, as I noted, it's ultimately a necessary project, considering that the old drainage system managed one fine morning a few years ago to send the entire hillside from across the main road cascading in the form of mud down our street, into our yard and pool, and eventually through the front door of one unfortunate homeowner's abode and over the cliff, nearly taking the family dog down to the rocks and ocean below. A few months of incomprehensible noise is preferable to that. But I'm already trying to plan for it- maybe I'll buy a better notebook computer, a MacBook or a Vaio, and decamp to Panera Bread or Pavilions all day to glom off the free Wi-Fi until someone asks if I'm ever going to buy any food or coffee or something. It's not ideal- I have my routine, I prefer writing on a desktop computer with a big monitor and a drawing tablet, and I like being home where my stuff and my kitchen and my bathroom and, not incidentally, my wife are located- but I don't think I can handle another extended noisefest around here. My sensibilities are delicate.

We also found out that the folks in the expensive condos behind our house are talking about undergrounding our power and phone and cable utilities, which is great except that it's going to cost a fortune. We're tied into that line, and if they vote to underground the lines- and they can outvote those of us who don't care as much- we'll have to pay. But it WOULD probably improve the quality of our power and cable, which presently suck. Cable signal strengths are, to put it charitably, variable, especially when (no joke) the squirrels are gnawing on the lines. And power goes out every once in a while, like this afternoon, when it was gone for two hours, and I sat in the dark fretting over whether I'd saved all the work I'd done up to that point. (Turns out that buying a good battery backup was one of the best purchases I've made in years- the APC system automatically put the computer into standby, and when power came back, my desktop popped up exactly the way I'd left it. Everything else in the house needed resetting, but at least that worked)

Not that I'm complaining much, mind you. (Okay, I am) But that's what you get when you buy a house. There's no landlord to fix things and pay for them. The tax bill and the user fees and the assessments are mine. I have nobody to complain to but myself. And, of course, you. Thanks for letting me vent.


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July 19, 2007

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": LOOK SHARP!

This week's All Access newsletter deals with how you gotta put your best foot forward at all times, lest someone catch you when you suck:

As a wise dandruff shampoo commercial once advised, you never get a second chance to make a first impression.

A conversation I heard on a podcast last week reminded me of that axiom- it was between a late-night TV host and one of his former writers, and they agreed that the first months of the show were not very good and that it was a period of trial and error before the show finally hit its stride. And that conversation struck me as an interesting admission: they admit that they put out sub-par material for months before they got it right. That means they were very, very lucky, because the network left them on anyway (lacking, as it turns out, a "plan B" in case of failure). And they were very, very lucky, because they managed to find enough forgiving people out there to keep the show above the ratings Mendoza Line.

Most of us don't have that luxury, and I don't mean the part about having an employer who leaves you on even if the show isn't very good. I'm talking here about the audience, and the best way to illustrate what I mean is for you to think about your own use of the radio when you're, say, in the car. You punch around the dial and you land on an unfamiliar talk show. How long do you give the show before you decide whether to stick with it or look for something more entertaining? Not very long, right? And if you tune into a show and the first thing you hear is boring or confusing or just not your cup of tea, are you going to give that show another shot later, or tomorrow, or ever? Probably not. So what makes you think you can get away with an unfocused, rambling, lazy segment once in a while?

If you're trying to snare listeners, you have to be on your game all the time. I know, that's hard, but, sorry, that's how this business works. You don't have all day to get it right- you have more like 30 seconds to a minute to convince someone to stay with you. I listen to a lot of talk radio and I hear hosts do stuff that ultimately drives away potential listeners, such as:

1. Rambling on and on so much that someone who hasn't been listening from the very beginning will have no idea whatsoever what the topic is. That's the easiest way to drive away a listener- make it impossible for people tuning in during the show to quickly find out what the topic is.

2. Too many topics at once. "We're talking about the election, and we're also taking your calls about whether Michael Vick should be suspended." What? Don't confuse people.

3. Tangents. There are some hosts- I will not name names, unless you pay me a lot of money to do so- who cannot stick to one train of thought. They'll start talking about, say, illegal immigration, and within the space of two minutes they'll be talking about Paris Hilton, Ace bandages, "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," and the salad they had for lunch. Apparently, they think that this is "cute" and "entertaining." Unfortunately, this is "Attention Deficit Disorder," it's "confusing," and it causes listeners to "tune out" and "never come back."

4. Interviews. Please, if you only come away from this thing with one memory, make it this: tell people who you're interviewing, not just at the beginning and end of the interview but DURING the interview. Nothing will make a listener go away faster than if you're in the middle of an interview and there's no way to tell who you're interviewing. It's so easy to fix this- just slip in something like "we're talking to the President and Recording Secretary of the Slow Talkers of America" or "toy manufacturer Irwin Mainway is on the line" before you ask the next question. Do not make listeners try to guess who your subject is. Just tell them as often as you can.

So the pressure's on. You have to be as good as you can be at all times. If you think of something as a "throwaway segment," you're throwing away potential listeners and fans. You're better than that.

(And don't forget that this applies double for airchecks you send out to get a job- you have maybe 30 seconds to convince a PD to listen to the rest of your tape. If there's a lot of production and intros and rambling setup in the beginning, you'll lose the PD. Hit them with your best stuff right out of the chute)

Now, the above principle also applies to All Access News-Talk-Sports and the Talk Topics show prep column, which has to be at the top of its game every single day or... well, okay, that's not exactly true, but I like to think that I'm always on top of my game. (I also believe in the Tooth Fairy, the Loch Ness Monster, and the Eagles' run defense. Okay, not the last one) Why, just check out this week's heap of items, like David Beckham in Hollywood, how Fritos and tubing don't mix, Harry Potter, a heartfelt Get Well wish to Merv Griffin, a teacher who probably shouldn't have a MySpace page, how to get run over by your own car, why I wouldn't want to have to breathe in midtown Manhattan right now, the Michael Vick saga (brought to you by Milk-Bone), the home run that may have saved a life, a newspaper offering the world's most up-to-the-minute breast coverage, why owning a Hummer in a liberal neighborhood won't end well, more anti-plastic grocery bag activity, the saga of a bleeding guy, a prostitute, a car, and a bridge, what chess can do for your love life, a story that'll make you think twice before going into that public pool, a guy with fly larvae in his head, what the well-dressed Hollywood DUI convict is wearing this year, and why you don't taunt the hippos and you don't try to light another man's barbecue (separate stories), plus a great "10 Questions With..." Newsday columnist, WOR/New York and syndicated talk host, and cartoon voice Ellis Henican, the Talent Toolkit with some great newspaper indexes and a link to a random local yokel newspaper finder, and the rest of All Access with news first, fastest, and most accurate, ratings, jobs, message boards, Mediabase charts, an amazing searchable Industry Directory (not just links, but everything you need about everyone you need), and much more, all free. And that's close to a record for sentence length, isn't it?

I don't have a snappy closing this week- I'm already violating the "top of my game at all times" credo- so I'll just indulge myself in a plug for pmsimon.com, which you can check for mostly non-radio stuff like baseball cards, bad frozen yogurt, and the banal doings in my life, and we'll call it a week. Go do something fun and we'll talk in seven days or so.


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THE BASEBALL CARD CHRONICLES: IM IN THE RAVNE, WATCHN YR METS

Okay, so earlier this week I said I wasn't going to go to see the Phillies visiting Dodger Stadium this week, and I was true to my word.

I didn't say I wouldn't go to any game, period. And I'm fairly incapable of turning down a free ticket, so we'll be at the Mets-Dodgers game tonight. The first major league game I ever attended in person was a Mets game at Shea, and I just looked it up: August 17, 1968, Houston 1, Mets 0. 17,529 were in attendance, two of them being my dad and myself. I remember that Jim McAndrew was pitching against Don Wilson and that the only run of the game was a home run by Jimmy Wynn, "The Toy Cannon." 1968 sucked for baseball- no offense. That game was a perfect example. How I remained a baseball fan after that tedium, I don't know, but I did. But I didn't stick with the Mets for too much longer, defecting a few years after the '69 win. That was probably a bad move, I know, but I'm sticking with it to the bitter (and it is bitter indeed) end.

And I'll be rooting against the Mets tonight, because they're the Mets, and few things are worse than that, except, of course, the Yankees. On that, we can all agree.


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July 20, 2007

FAR BETTER THAN DOMESTIC GONAD

The latest in spam is, apparently, randomly demented subject lines. This is similar to the randomly demented sender names that the e-mails used to carry. In the interest of providing you with ideas for your next band name, here are some actual e-mail subject lines from just a few hours' worth of spam in my work e-mail spam filter:

raspy movie theater
proverbial grain of sand
hairy demon
foreign gonad
alleged football team
Eurasian espadrille
sheepish looking glass
fried paper napkin
purple recliner
wrinkled guardian angel
mean-spirited spider
nearest blood clot
familiar globule
stoic briar patch
snooty line dancer
cosmopolitan stalactite

Don't ever say I don't do anything for you.


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July 21, 2007

NOTHING DOING

The goal on a Saturday is to do as little work as possible, which is to say a couple of hours, then turn the damn computer off. Which is what I did today, followed by a whole lot of sitting around doing nothing, until now, when it dawned on me that I hadn't written anything for here. Should I turn the PC back on, or do I just post some half-assed thing on the cell phone and take the lazy way out?

The results speak for themselves.


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