Lobo Promo for Animated TV Series

 

Lobo at His Most Charming

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Found in a Box in VHS Format 

This brief promo was created to spark interest in D.C.'s Lobo debuting as a animated TV series on the WB Network in the fall of 1999. So close it came. On Wednesday, I'll post the focus group tape. 

 

A written version of Lobo's rise and demise is contained in my 3-part blog post. 

 

Run Down

 Skin cancer and heart arrythmia issues arose toward the end of last September. My running went by the boards as I faced two different operations, numerous tests and procedures; basically transforming the fall into a medical carousel. 

All is mostly well right now. I'm overweight, on blood thinners, and lacking in all suppleness. But it's not too late to begin once more. 

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Blue City Blues Got You Down?

 Toying about with Suno AI and crafted this little ditty about a sardonic search for a better life. The lyrics are mine as well as the bluegrass prompt and the call for a male baritone lead singer. The computer threw the rest together. 

Over a Million Views!!!

 

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Twenty years have passed and I've finally cracked the big million. I knew if I ignored the blog long enough people would come. That makes no sense, but I've been away undergoing medical experiences of various kinds and have returned to see Write Enough! burst the million mark. Who needs the searing lash of logic on such an excellent day?

 

'Nam Killed Kurt Over Time v. 6

 

 

 

Photo: Life Magazine. Kurt's unit patrolled these hills. (Mutter's Ridge and the Rock Pile.) 

Some veterans die in battle while others return home to perish on the installment plan. My friend Kurt passed away in 2003 from liver cancer. He went quick, maybe a hundred days. The cancer was partially brought about by PTSD-inspired drinking coupled with hepatitis from a bad blood transfusion he underwent in Vietnam. Kurt could have skated on that particular war, but extended his enlistment in order to fight. Serving in Marine Recon, he won a Navy Commendation medal for helping his unit battle clear of an ambush.

Several Purple Hearts later, Kurt joined an ultra-secret outfit that probed the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos. Hacked out of the jungle, the Trail was a highway for the North Vietnamese to funnel men and supplies into South Vietnam and Cambodia. Because of our odd political posturing, Laos was officially off-limits to U.S. ground forces. That meant Kurt and his unofficial comrades were forced to ditch the bodies of their dead. The fallen would be listed as "Missing in Action in South Vietnam." It always bothered Kurt that families would be denied the closure of burial—or the recognition of bravery from a schizophrenic government.

A good portion of Kurt's post-war years were spent in alcohol and drug-fueled rage and self-destruction. In time, he made peace with his past. Little by-little, Kurt cut a trail over to serenity from which he rarely strayed. Despite a Master's Degree in electronics, he took a job driving a truck and fixing vending machines. (Kurt worked well unsupervised.) Getting married, buying a home, his last ten years were good ones.

I was a pallbearer at Kurt's funeral. He received a Marine Corps color guard, taps, and a view of the 2 Freeway stretching below in the distance, flowing past Forest Lawn Cemetery on its way to Eagle Rock. (Transportation played a big role in his life.) I recall Kurt when I drive past and often wish he could call down artillery on erratic drivers.

This Veteran's Day Kurt came to mind. And while he's at peace, I send prayers and best wishes to those still struggling with the silent baggage of war.

Happy Veteran's Day to all who served. You are remembered.

(This is a 2014 repost from Veteran's Day 2010 reposted once more in 2021, and now reposted in 2023.)

 

(And now 2024. I wish I could find the link, but there was a vet on YouTube who'd served in the Special Operations Group (S.O.G.) that conducted missions "over the fence" along the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos and Cambodia. It seems their missions were compromised by North Vietnamese spies employed by S.O.G.—not to mention the Walker Spy Ring—but also the capture of the spy vessel U.S.S. Pueblo by the North Koreans, allowed Russia, a North Vietnamese patron, to access our top secret conversations. Many missions never had a chance.)  

(And now 2025. Nothing to add this year.)

Happy 250 USMC!

 I was present at the 200th birthday shortly before my discharge. And while today the Corps is 50 years older, I was 50 years younger back then. Ah, but that's the way the whole life process deploys. All the best to my fellow Devil Dogs!

 

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Daffy Duck Awaits His Close Up

A Duck, A Dream, A Powerful Friend, A Dream

 A header most poetic, but here is the old Jack L. Warner footage, dolled up with some modern day editing and closing with a promo for Twin Cities Con, coming up early next month. 

 

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Jack L. Warner on the Subject of Daffy Duck

Coming Tomorrow 

What Once Was Lost, Now is Found

Found in an old box in VHS form, mangled in the transfer, restored with new images and now presented for your viewing pleasure. The ancient Jack L. Warner footage was part of a pitch to the old WB Network by Paul Rugg, Doug Langdale, and myself. 

 

We thought a primetime Daffy Duck show might be a pleasing venture for Warner Bros. We were incorrect. 

 

However, a portion of the video survives along with a poster for the upcoming Twin Cities Con featuring former Warner TV animation aces Tom Ruegger, Paul Rugg and Paul Dini. I'm listed, but family matters will probably keep me close to home. Stop by Wednesday.

 

Lost Hamster Video Surfaces

'Idaho' Found in Box

 In VHS form from 1997. But now Private Idaho is transferred and ready for 2025 viewing. Under the supervision of Grant Moran, writers Wendell Morris and Tom Sheppard and myself were tasked with preparing a pitch video for a new animated show. The premise revolved around a caged hamster and his dreams of high adventure. Here's what we came up with. According to Grant, "Comedy Central ordered six episodes. WB Animation Business Affairs guy insisted on 11 and wouldn't relent. The deal died. And this was when Comedy Central was half owned by WB. Devastating." I concur.

Happy Independence Day v.2

 I've been a slob, a loafer of the first rank in ignoring this blog. And here I stand, on the brink of 20 years of continuous posts to a select audience. Nevertheless, I present a sampling of past July 4s (and a 5).

The Onion

Memorable July 4th Events

Thanks to the Founding Fathers for sticking their necks out and declaring independence when it was unclear they could back up such a deed. (I recommend David McCullough's book 1776 if you wish to read how the British kicked the American army off Long Island, chased George Washington from New York, and came very close to mopping up his ragged little force.)

History aside, here are several recollections from July 4th past: 

5Ks   

Mark up another one today. (Only 3 miles.) Ran around the golf course at Griffith Park along the soft dirt bridal trails where you rarely see a horse while maneuvering past their rounded droppings. Felt good, no injuries, taking it very slow. In the past, there have been runs and walks in:

2007

2010, 2015

5th of July Party 1981

Close enough for a list. This epic bash saw an entire Hollywood apartment building unite in pursuit of a drunken bash that began around 11:00 AM at the pool, spread from the building, down the block to a bar, back to the building and inside an apartment where it continued until the cops showed up at 3:00 AM. My recollections are fuzzy due to age and staggering drunkenness.

1986

This year, repairs were finally completed on the Statue of Liberty and there was to be a big televised event with more fireworks than Saturday night in the barrio. An old improv friend invited me to a party down near the beach. I'd once had a crush on Lisa. She reluctantly informed me of her gayness. But I still didn't give up, as I'd met women before who were "gay for a day." In any case, Lisa's party was lesbian central. Out of 22 women, only three were straight. One was ill and left early, the other nursed a bad sunburn, and I didn't hit it off with the third. No matter. We all had a grand time watching fireworks over the ocean off Santa Monica. The following year, Lisa moved to Sedona, Arizona with a girlfriend, bought a house, and waited for UFOs to circle Coffee Pot Rock. (I could be wrong about the last part.)

1976

Bi-centennial. A big deal. My sister was attending Western Illinois University. Out in the cornfields, near the Mississippi River, not far from Iowa, stood the little town of Basco. There they made their own fireworks and put on a patriotic pageant every 4th. My girlfriend and I, my sister, and her friends attended. We ended up trashed in some field drinking Grain Belt Beer and watching the fireworks crackle. We all bought tee-shirts that said "Basco 1976." I drove back to the farmhouse my sister was renting, hunched over the wheel, barely able to see.

Horror Book Discount Continues

That's about all the July 4th memories I can salvage for the day , but there's always time to flog a book. Through today and ending Tue. July 5th, Hallow Mass continues to be available in Kindle form for under three dollars. Cool off with a nice chilling horror tale of old grudges, new terrors, and unadorned sorcery. A pleasant weekend to all! 

Winds and Fire Over LA

 

Fires in Altadena burn on the horizon as the wind worsens.