Standard stuff.

I noticed that a lot of bloggers are following the old Live Journal lead of including their mood and/or the music they're listening to on any given day. At the risk of coming off like a complete tool, I will begin to list music whenever it occurs to me to do so.

Music, but not my mood, cause that's kind of ridiculous.

And not what I ate for lunch either, unless I find a gold doubloon in my salad, or my Alpha-Bits start giving me advice. Lunch is not too interesting.

Music: Buck Owens and the Buckaroos -Best Of, Joni Mitchell- The Hissing of Summer Lawns, The Muffs-The Muffs, Warren Zevon- Desperadoes Under the Eaves (song)

Mood: cautiously optimistic
Lunch: Sushi and fancy water

Television: I, Chihuahua

I wrote for a CBS show that never saw the light of day in the early 90s, called, "I, Chihuahua", about an Hispanic man who angers a genie (Tom Poston) who then turns him into a chihuahua.

In close-ups, the chihuahua had the human face of the series star, George Lopez.

This would have been a big break for him, and he was conflicted about it. On one hand, it was a terrible show, but on the other hand, it would, for better or worse, elevate George's profile (this was just before the launch of his own, successful sitcom).

Finally, the whole dilemma was made moot when Rita Moreno (guesting as a female chihuahua, with eyes for George) threw a temper tantrum one afternoon and stabbed Cheech Marin with a pencil. Since this was the only laugh we had all through rehearsal, we all decided to throw a bunch of kerosene around, burn the studio to the ground, and fake our own deaths.

George was under contract with the producers, and went on to fame and fortune with them, but all of the writers, as well as the director, now work using different names on different projects. I myself found work writing on "Whose Got The Time?" and "Sunny and Sons".

(Sigh)- My Anonymous Botch, Part Two.

I'm quoted on boingboing today in a link, and it's something I posted anonymously. Link to archives.

I chucked this up on Jim Woodring's blog sans signature. I had a reason at the time- I'd already posted a comment on that topic, and I thought it would be bad form to post again. Lesson learned, since I realized I actually do like it enough to sign it. It's a poem about Sluggo, of Nancy infamy. This is the BB post in question, with my poem in red:

The greatest Nancy panel ever drawn
You'd be hard pressed to find a better Nancy panel than the one Jim Woodring selected. The comments about the panel are excellent.

Did I ever say it? I am the son of Sluggo, who carelessly wasted the best of his dew kissed days, and who looked neither forward nor back, choosing instead to lovingly know each day platonically and lay down with every dusk and know it carnally.
Sluggo, whose gaze fell when they passed the hat. Sluggo, for whom every cooling pie was a gift from God. Sluggo, the enemy of effort, the opposite of opposition.