Oh yeah, in regards to ex-Hurricane Isabel, we only got a light amount of rain here in Pincourt, not any different from normal drizzle, though it got a bit windy and the table on our deck blew over... but that's because it's a table with an umbrella canopy which caught the wind... it's happened before with non-ex-Hurricane winds. It is warm for a September day, and it got quite humid.
My brother, Nick, in Toronto, got drenched. He said the rain is like that in Barbados, coming down in curtains, and warm to the touch.
I am looking forward to the cold front this weekend, since autumn weather is the best weather of the year; not too hot and not too cool, perfect for doing things outdoors without getting overheated and perfect for sleeping. Autumn last year was a bit too cool... the bottom fell out of the temperature around my birthday, October 2nd, and the daytime temperatures hovered just above the freezing point.
By the way, in the above paragraph, please notice the important words "my birthday" and "October 2nd" and send me stuff. But not viruses... though those don't make it past the Yahoo Mail filter usually, and with my Kiyone (at) tokyo (dot) com mailbox, I just delete anything with an attachment without opening it. A much nicer idea would be something from my
Amazon.ca Wish List... or just an e-card or something. But one of those that link to a card on a card site... no attachments! I ask because I'm pretty fucking greedy. And, currently, quite poor. And I still haven't got my
gyro (just my luck!) student loan cheque.
OMF'ingG!
Wacky prediction from Kelsey Grammer (who's a Republican, and, as such, is officially cool) on an "In the Year 2000" segment on
Late Night with Conan O'Brien:
"Yassir Arafat shocks the world when he takes that checkered thing off his head and replaces it with a "Who Farted?" truckers' cap."
Yes, since we can save things as "drafts" here now, I have started the list of ten of my favourite moments from
Late Night with Conan O'Brien, but it's not finished, and I just wasn't in too much of a writing mood today. And, tomorrow, I'm going over to the
Otaku Anime club at Concordia so I probably won't write anything, at least until late in the evening. Also, I intend on seeing the film
Lost in Translation with Bill Murray which is actually the film I've been looking forward to seeing the most this fall, because I like Bill Murray and I like Japan.
CONCORDIA NOTES
Okay... since I haven't gotten my student loan yet, my mother gave me some money in order to buy books.
Now, the Concordia bookstore has a "bag" policy and I hate bag policies, fairly pointless now that they have the magnetic anti-shoplifitng sticker thingies, and I just hate leaving my bag at the front desk of anything. So, what I thought I'd do after my first class in the afternoon was to find my locker, which is in the fricking Faubourg tower, not the Henry F. Hall building, since the Hall building had no lockers left when I signed up for a locker last week. So... umm... I went up to the second floor of the Faubourg tower, which is actually the third floor, since this building uses the European system of floor numbering, with the first floor being above the "rez-de-chauss�e" (lobby), and I found a lot of empty, bare hallways with nary a locker anywhere, and no one around to ask either, so I went back down to the first floor to ask at the front desk where the lockers were but the receptionist didn't know anything, since the first floor is continuing education, whilst the second floor is mainly the Mel Hoppenheim School of Cinema, which doesn't appear to have a receptionist.
I walked to the library building to check the location of my locker on the student information computer kiosks in the lobby of the Library building, just to make sure I hadn't written down the wrong building code, but, for some stupid reason, it wouldn't even load the locker page... so I had to go up to the library and, after a fruitless attempt to access the MyConcordia.ca page from one of the library catalogue computers (which used to work a couple of months back), I went down to the main computer area in the library and had to wait in line for fifteen to twenty minutes just to get a free computer. And, to add insult to injury, indeed, I had written down the correct information before so wasting all that time in the library was kind of a snipe hunt. Plus, once you've registered your locker, I can't seem to find a way to get the map to the exact location of the locker, which I did see the day I registered the locker but didn't get a chance to print it or write down.
I went to the information desk to ask who I could get in touch with and they referred me to the locker guy whom I could contact by phone... and... you guessed it. All I got was a machine asking me to leave a message, which is fairly useless since I was *at* the university and couldn't really be reached by phone. Well, I do have a cell phone with Roger/AT&T's "Pay-As-You-Go" pre-payment plan, but I don't have that "on" most of the time, since I mainly just use it to call my mother and tell her which form of transportation I'll be taking from downtown (either the AMT commuter train to Pincourt/Terrasse-Vaudreuil station or the 211 bus to Sainte Anne de Bellevue).
Finally, I went back to the Faubourg tower and there was a different receptionist at the front desk of the Continuing Education centre and she told me that she didn't know where the lockers were on the second floor either but I was only the latest in a long string of undergrads that had asked her pretty much the same question. So, I went up to the second floor and finally managed to speak to someone at the cinema school, a professor who seemed to be administering an early semester test, and he said that there was a handful of lockers behind the door to the animation part of the school, which was protected by one of those scary looking doorknow panels with the five numbers, but it wasn't locked... however, my locker was behind the second set of doors, though I finally found it.
Meh... it's a "half locker", though wider than a full-length locker, and it's on the ground, so I have to bend over to get to it... double meh. Something else occurred to me about how much of a bitch it is having a locker there: on the colder days in winter, I won't even be able to leave my jacket in the locker, since the walk to the main part of the Sir George Williams campus is one block to the "east" (the Montreal version of "east", which is actually closer to north-northeast) and one block to the "north" (west-northwest in real world orientation).
And I spent so much time trying to get to my locker that, out of a two-hour break, I only had about half-an-hour left to get my books and get some generic Benadryl from the Pharmaprix (Shoppers' Drug Mart in Quebec), since my allergies were acting up. Not that I would have done anything too productive with that time, but, you know,
Golden Sun: The Lost Age was beckoning me and I'm finally beginning to get things moving again (fought the salamander thing that Brigg's grandmother has and then went to areas in certain places which I couldn't access before without "Blast").
I know this wasn't too interesting, this is really another one of those posts for me, but, since I don't have class tomorrow, I'll post some of the interesting stuff I've been meaning to post all week but was just to tired to post. And it's "Talk Like a Pirate Day"!
"YOU TELL ME A LOT OF THINGS, HANK! MOST OF WHICH I PUBLISH!"
Just a great line on the old rerun of
King of the Hill currently being shown on the Comedy Network, spoken by Dale Gribble (a.k.a. "Rusty Shackleford", the fake name he uses to order pizza with) in reference to his newsletter,
The Gribble Report. I wonder if it's anything like this blog?
CSU WATCH
Well, not an awful lot to tell you about this time, just I thought I'd drop by the Concordia Student Union offices today and, on the information table outside the office, I was a tad dismayed to find a whole stack of
Ruckus, the propaganda newssheet from the Quebec branch of the ultra-Marxist
Canadian Federation of Students. Meh... I guess even though Concordia students have, at long last, been liberated from the "evil empire" that acted as though CSU stood for the "Communist Students' Union", the fact remains that the CSU is still a member of the Canadian Federation of Students - Quebec (can we do something about that next?), so I guess they're obliged to make the
Ruckus available on CSU property.
The CFS, for the most part, is a one note act, peddling the
"free tuition" pipe-dream, because, apparently, the Canadian taxpayers are a bottomless pit of free money and, meh, we aren't already soaking the taxpayers enough with our already low tuition rates for students to
avoid joining the workforce stay in post-secondary education for years and years... not only should tuition rate increase freezes be permanent, they should be rolled back, ideally to nothing, just like in certain European countries... though, coincidentally, mainly the ones with ridiculously high personal income tax rates. Their economic argument for zero tuition sound tempting (if you don't think about it too hard) in that a well-educated working force would bring more high-paying jobs to Canada, increasing overall wealth. However, these arguments would only have merit if the free courses were limited to vocational training... you know they want all of the worthless, at least to non special interest lobby group-related employers, esoteric courses and degrees to be completely "free" as well, especially the noxious "_____ studies" courses (like "black studies", "gay studies", "native studies" etc...) whose sole purpose seems to be to indoctrinate students with "identity politics" propaganda, the politics of strife and envy, blaming white/Christian/heterosexuals/men/capitalists/etc... for all the worlds' ills and to perpetrate centuries old grudges, as though slights against your ancestors, legit or imagined, really matter hundreds of years later. But that's part of their plan, isn't it? Marxists only thrive when they divide society into smaller groups at odds with one another. Plus, the more people in post-secondary education, the more diluted the worth of a diploma becomes, because some people are more suited to higher learning than others. Ultimately, I think a free diploma will be worth to employers exactly as much as what you payed for it.
There's also the "same old same old" against Free Trade and the World Trade Organization bogeyman. Not that I'm a fan of the WTO myself, but that's because I'm a fan of true "laissez-faire" free trade and not the sorts of tariffs and the reams of bureaucratic regulations that always seem to be part and parcel of these WTO meets... of course, that's not why they're against it, these people having the "corporations = bad, multinational corporations = worse, most international trade = bad idea" mentality. There's also an article on washroom accessibility by a handicapped McGill student whom seems to refer to herself as a "gender variant person", whatever that means... (Bah, I say to the negligible number of students to whom the term "gender variant person" applies... choose either the "person wearing pants" or the "person wearing a dress" symbol and stick with it!)
I'm still grateful that this sort of leftist crap now is relegated to easily-identifiable newssheets and doesn't predominate in the official CSU Student Handbook this year, though.
USED POLICE CARS
I found this
interesting Bankrate.com article, by Jay MacDonald, about buying used police cars, saying you get a lot of car for your money and so many of the most popular types of police cars, especially Chevrolet Caprice, Ford Crown Victoria or Mercury Grand Marquis, were made that you can easily get replacement parts for a fraction of the cost, though the parts used in police cars are made to last. However, the cars are still "used cars" so "Caveat Emptor" (for those of you in Rio Linda, that means "buyer beware").
Our parents bought a 1977 Ford LTD II which used to be a police cruiser in 1979 (as the replacement for the Chevy Nova we had been leasing). It had a damn powerful engine... my mother said it was a V8 but with all sorts of customizations done by whomever was the Montreal Urban Community Police Department's equivalent of
Miyuki Kobayakawa in the 1970s, so it had incredible acceleration. But... well... my mother scratched it up badly on a post on the first day, and, by 1985, a hole had worn through in the floor under the driver's seat and the steering wheel had to be held up by twine, so we sold it for scrap in October 1985 and bought a Hyundai Pony (I cried a lot that evening). Maybe they aren't as durable as you think... though we do live in Montreal and the road salt is brutal, so that may not be the fault of the car.
My dream used police car, though, is an early 80s
Honda Today, imported from Japan...
In regards to the "other September 11th", September 11th, 1973, here's a good piece on
the "Allende myth" (that condemns Pinochet as well)...
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRR-RIGHTY THEN!!!
September 19th is
"Talk Like a Pirate Day!"
I was checking out that
Spirited Away thread in rec.arts.anime.misc which I mentioned the other day, and, as of right now,
Juan F. Lara is my favourite poster in rec.arts.anime.misc! (At least out of all the posters in rec.arts.anime.misc whom didn't play "Dudley" in
The Royal Tenenbaums.)
In article <4c314b9affmiyuki@no.spam.here>, Chika wrote:
>In article <3877299b.0309130416.36509ad9@posting.google.com>,
> However, this review has a slight problem. The American public largely
> ignored both these movies because, to a great extent, they had been buried
> by the company that had the job of promoting them in the US. It was released
> to a minimal number of art houses, received little or no advertising
[ sigh ] This has been gone over and over again, and I think the way non-Disney studios have released their animes has debunked this myth. "Spirited Away" opened to 150 screens ultimately, before it won its Oscar. That's six times more than what "Metropolis" or "Cowboy Bebop" got. SA got an opening weekend of 28 screens. "Millennium Actress"? SIX! It seems to me that for non-toy fad animes Disney is the one among major studios giving these movies the best treatment.
> and even embarrased that company when the latter show had the temerity to win
> an Oscar over shows it was pushing from its own stable,
Embarrassed? Not at all. Disney devoted a lot of advertising to "Spirited Away" to get Oscar attention. Maybe even more than to "Treasure Planet" or to "Lilo and Stitch" ( which personally I thought deserved the award more ). The oscar victory got them some prestige by association.
Making every absolutely every point I'd make myself, even to the point of preferring
Lilo & Stitch to
Spirited Away. Why don't the Disney-bashers with the same-old-same-old "Disney's out to bury Ghibli!" conspiracy theories at least acknowledge the basic fact that any other American studio would have given
Spirited Away a far more limited release?
I am a little dispirited that the splendid, extraordinary
Millenium Actress, a far more interesting film than
Spirited Away, made only $18 000 in its first weekend of release. Yes, it is only on 6 screens, but movies on that few screens have to make a lot more than $3000 per screen on opening weekend to be considered successful. Of course, I am very biased in wanting this one to do at least very well for an arthouse circuit release since I was there at the figurative
"birth" (well, from an audience standpoint, I mean)... the world premiere 2 years back at FantAsia.
CONCORDIA NOTES... continued
Oh, wait... apparently,
this Link article about Comrade Yves Engler's arrest last week and
the article from today are about the same event, not two different arrests. Well, I don't mind the
Link running different photos of Comrade Engler getting handcuffed... as I said before, I actually find it amusing. Since they seem to have a penchant for running pictures like that, I have to seriously ask, do us evil campus right-wing bastards have a "friendly" or two on the
Link's editorial team this year?
Anyhow, my class this evening was "Sexuality, Politics and Identity" (POLI 398T/2)... yes, it is mainly about gay politics and identity. Why did I pick this class when I was being "waivered" into various classes last Friday? Well... it's an evening class, and I love evening classes... though, admittedly, I also thought it would be something interesting for me to write about in my blog. Should I write the teacher's name? Ah... not yet... I'm not really ready for her to find this blog. Actually, though, I don't have anything bad to say about the class tonight. She broached the "essentialist vs. (social) constructionist" debate on the origins of homosexuality, however, she presented both viewpoints fairly impartially, not trashing the constructionist viewpoint (which, I, of course, hold)... though that wasn't really the topic of tonight's lecture, just a tangent, so... when we get there... well, I suppose I'll have interesting dicussions. She also seemed to indicate that she believes in some degree of fluidity, which of course would vary from individual to individual. Well, I don't even need to believe in fluidity, since I know my feelings first-hand, and, because of certain recent events and the fact I'm a bit happier now, the pendulum seems to have swung back towards heterosexuality, but there have been times in my life when I certainly felt bi... and... if I go back far enough, to my early high school years, my sexual thoughts and desires were about 90% towards other guys, so I shudder to think what may have happened if a "born that way and unchangable" activist had gotten to me back then. I think of it all as being just labels though.
I hope I get my loan cheque soon, so I can actually start... erm... buying books.
CONCORDIA NOTES
Hola mis amigos! Today I'm rappin' at ya from the Webster library in the Sir George Williams campus (the downtown one) of Concordia University, where I have a two hour "layover" between classes. (Sorry for the lame introduction... I think I've read one too many
"Jim Anchower" columns, heh heh.)
Wow... both my classes today aren't in the Hall building, the main building on the downtown campus, but, instead, they're at the Faubourg Sainte-Catherine, the shopping complex comprised mostly of pricey food stores and bistro-type restaurants. I actually got a little lost, first because I got the FG classrooms mixed up with the FB classrooms (in the Faubourg tower, where the Concordia continuing education classes are), then I went to the third floor of the Faubourg, but I figured out that FG-B070, where both my classes are, was in the basement. To be more precise, they're in the classrooms located in what used to be the Cineplex-Odeon Faubourg cinemas, which closed in 2001 when AMC opened the big-ass AMC Forum 22 complex over at the former Montreal Forum (now called the "Pepsi Forum"). Aah... I remember waiting in line all day to get tickets for
Star Wars: The Phantom Menace (screw everyone else; I enjoyed it just fine) at that very location in May 1999. Aside from the absence of the box office and, sniff, the concessions stand, the lobby area still bears witness to what it used to be a few short years ago, though they seem to have redone the flooring, walls and railings to resemble the decor of an academic setting more. They have the stairs down to what used to be the largest cinema room of the... how many screens were there... 3 or 4 cinemas, but... the insides of the classrooms look like normal lecture-type classrooms, not like former cinemas, so, sadly, there is no plush seating.
Hmm... maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all that I couldn't get a locker in the Hall building, since I have 2 classes (3 schedule blocks) a week over at the Faubourg, where my locker is.
Anyhow, I probably wouldn't have bothered writing anything in this until I got home this evening, but this is too funny.
Remember what I
wrote last week about Comrade Yves Engler getting
arrested for showing up on university property despite having been expelled by Rector Frederick Lowy? Well...
check this out... he was arrested again! You know, although I'm fully aware that he probably gets a thrill out of getting arrested *every week* as a way of grandstanding for whatever leftie cause he's out to promote this week, I can't deny that there is a certain satisfaction in seeing the cops drag him away.
I like both of the comments I made:
1) The Link only needs 2 or 3 more pics like this...
...then they can publish an Yves Engler Gets Busted coffee table photobook.Steve B.
2) He should consider making his own anime series...
New on Japan's TBS channel this fall: I'm Under Arrest, a series about two spunky young Tokyo policewomen, Natsumi Tsujimoto and Miyuki Kobayakawa, whom, *every week*, arrest the same grandstanding leftist politico, Yves Engler, for tresspassing onto Concordia's newest campus, in Tokyo's (fictional) Bokuto district (still accessible from Sir George Williams and Loyola campuses by shuttlebus).Steve B.
By the way, yes, that is indeed a reference to a real anime series, and one of my favourites,
You're Under Arrest! (Japanese title:
Taiho Shichau Zo!), based on the manga by Kosuke Fujishima.
Meh... I know I promised a list of my ten favourite
Late Night with Conan O'Brien moments tonight, but... meh... it's harder to mentally compile one than I anticipated, so give me another day, please? I just don't want a list bottom heavy with moments from the past two years or so that got oodles of media attention... I'm racking the Conan O'Brien-dedicated parts of my brain (which must be literally thousands, if not millions, of neuron arcs) for more obscure goodies from the early years. I mean, I could just check
L.N.w.C.O'B.-dedicated sites and newsgroups, but I don't want to copy anyone else's lists.
THE "SPIRITED AWAY IS OVERRATED" WORLD REPORT
Hmm... I found
this interesting thread in rec.arts.anime.misc about some guy's view on Spirited Away, but everyone assumes it's just the troll known as "Gazza", who seems to hate these films because they're anime, they're critically acclaimed, and they're relatively popular by anime niche standards.
I think my own views on
Spirited Away are much more positive, relatively speaking, but, still... I'm hoping no one from r.a.a.m. finds this blog and assumes I'm "Gazza". I don't go on r.a.a.m. often enough to know whom this "Gazza" guy is, but I can give a few reasons how you can tell that I'm not "Gazza":
1) I *liked* Spirited Away, just not as much as most of the "critics".
2) When I post to rec.arts.anime.misc, using Google Groups, I always use my real name "Steve Brandon" at least in my signature. But that's only rarely, if a topic there really interests me. And I don't cross-post between groups, and, as far as I can remember, I've never given an opinion of Spirited Away in r.a.a.m.
3) I'm no fan of the Palestinian Authourity/Hamas/Al Aqsa/etc... so, even if I did use a pseudonym, I wouldn't pick one that sounds like one of their main population centres (yes, yes, "Gaza" is spelled with one less "zed", I know and, yes, the nickname probably refers to (former?) British "football" (re: soccer) player Paul Gascoigne whom I vaguely remember from World Cup '98 coverage when I was in Britain in the summer of '98).
Meh... actually, I only really brought it up because I noticed that
"Dudley" from The Royal Tenenbaums (Stephen Lea Sheppard, a big Usenet poster) piped in to point out that no one except "Gazza" would spam alt.fan.bgcrisis (related to the anime
Bubblegum Crisis, which I've only ever seen once), and
The Royal Tenenbaums is my favourite film from the past several years.
Coming tomorrow (well, later on Monday)... in celebration of
Late Night with Conan O'Brien's tenth anniversary, I'll list my top ten favourite
Late Night with Conan O'Brien moments (of those which I can remember off the tip of my tongue). I would have done it Sunday afternoon, before the
10th Anniversary prime-time special, but, honestly, I had a headache all day and didn't feel like writing anything until just now.
THE "SPIRITED AWAY IS OVERRATED" WORLD REPORT
Well, folks, I wasn't actually planning on dragging out this feature anymore since, by now, I'm flogging a dead horse and there ain't that much more to say... I liked
Spirited Away just fine, just I wasn't prostrating myself before the screen declaring
Spirited Away to be the "bestest thing ever", nor do I think it's the best anime, the best Miyazaki film, or even the best animated film I saw last year, as you may well remember. It's an interesting enough kids' movie that Miyazaki fully admits that his team made up as they went alond, and, as such, I think it's rather disjointed at places (the Golden Seal, hardly mentioned before at all, suddenly becomes an extremely important "MacGuffin").
Make no mistake, San Francisco
Chronicle moonbat columnist Mark Morford's piece, using
Spirited Away to bash Bush and the political and religious beliefs of conservative Americans, is still the absolute most pretentious piece I've ever read about
Spirited Away, but
this review, in the British Financial Times written by Nigel Andrews, may take the title for most pretentious mainstream review I've read of the film yet.
"Six stars. Exception must be made for the exceptional. Spirited Away is a feast of wonderment, a movie classic and a joy that will enrich your existence until you too are spirited away."
Please note that that is "six stars" out of five, which is actually quite impossible. Reminds me of those book "reviews" the kids gave on
Reading Rainbow where it seemed half of them would always end "on a scale of one to ten, I give this book eleven!"
"This is just the tip of the chaos. Gods and monsters soon fill the screen, partying on as if pub hours had been abolished across the cosmos. The mansion itself is mapped, measured and explored with an intricacy worthy of Gormenghast. And Miyazaki supplies a coda - really a whole last act - so ravishing and imaginative that Keatsianly we want to give up and expire on the spot."
Oh yes, the brilliant, brilliant coda... Yubaba tests her one last time by making her guess which one of a group of "pigs" are really her parents, but Chihiro guesses that it's none of them (the correct answer), and then she finds her parents in the field and they go back through the tunnel, with only branches and other debris on their Saab to hint that a much longer period of time had elapsed than they realized. (Actually, I didn't like that... it would have been a better ending if it were left completely ambiguous as to whether any of Chihiro's experiences actually happened, or whether she just fell asleep.) Lord, take me now, nothing else in this world can possibly compare to the
disappointment ravishment I experienced watching that
rather pedestrian, if I think about it, intrinsically mind-boggingly complex ending.
"What is the film about? It is about 122 minutes and 12bn years. It sums up all existence and gives us a mythology good for every society, amoebal, animal or human, that ever lived. It fabulates every psycho-spiritual phenomenon from parent-child relationships to religion via love, hate, fear, hope and the power of imagination as a transport system."
Umm... well, I didn't think it sucked, and, while it felt like, to me, it lasted about half-an-hour longer than it actually was, but 12 billion years? He must have been a lot more bored by the slower bits than even I was! Honestly... I'm convinced 95% of the depth people see in this thing are merely their own interpretations and are nothing Miyazaki actually intended us to read into it. (Mr. Slave voice) "Jesus Christ!" I've seen episodes of
Sailor Moon which sum up all existence much better than anything in
Spirited Away.
"I don't expect ever to love a movie more. But then again, maybe I shall. This director's art tells us that transcendence itself can be transcended. For instance, there is always the next Miyazaki film..."
Or... the next Sanders/De Blois film... I know which one I'm looking forward to more. (Oh, wait, has
Lilo & Stitch opened in Britain yet?> Maybe he just hasn't seen it, heh heh...)
JOHN RITTER: SECRETS
Well, this is odd... The
"Celebrity Secrets" page on the
official NBC Late Night with Conan O'Brien site doesn't have a link to the page for John Ritter's "Secrets" section, even though
an archived version of the same page from February has "John Ritter" towards the top of the list, and, more importantly, the
"John Ritter: Secrets" page itself is still up. I guess NBC took the link off out of respect, but I don't think John Ritter wouldn't want you looking at it as a way of honouring his memory, since, for those of you that don't know about the "Celebrity Secrets" bit, it's not Conan mocking celebrities, it's previously-taped bits that the celebrities recorded themselves to show that they can laugh at themselves in a way that strikes me as being much more sincere than the usually insipid and unfunny, frequently episode-ruining cameos by celebrities playing themselves on
The Simpsons are.
RITTER SECRETS
"I once had a heated argument with Don Knotts. He looked me dead in the eye and said that I wasn't fit to shine Andy Griffith's shoes. I stayed up all night thinking about that and I said to myself, 'My God he's right.' The next day, I quit my job as Andy Griffith's shoe shiner."
"Three's Company was originally called Three Companies about a trio of pharmaceutical companies. It was ten times funnier."
"Most people don't know that I am an accomplished dramatic actor. I have a play on Broadway now with Henry Winkler called Dinner Party. But I've performed in several Shakespeare productions including Hamlet, except in this version, Hamlet lives in an apartment with two women, and has to pretend he's gay so that the landlord won't evict him."
"Apparently there's this new scandal about how you can see my scrotum hanging out of my blue boxer shorts for a split second on episode 161 of Three's Company. Someone asked me if maybe I did that on purpose. You bet I did."
"The show CHiPs taped right next door to us. I remember going over to the set to see my friend Paul Linke who played Officer Grossman, and I was walking behind the sound stage and I saw Erik Estrada kissing Don Knotts. Two days later Don showed up to the set in tears. He told everyone his dog was sick but I knew it was because he had broken up with Erik."
"Once during a taping there was an actor who kept blowing his lines. It happened again and again. Finally Norman Fell came out- he wasn't even in that scene. But Norman came out and you know what he did? He killed the guy with a hammer."
