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Karl Malden – Epilogue at the Staples

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – It’s a tragedy when a youngish man dies in his prime. When an old man dies, people take it in stride. “He was old,” they say.

Karl Malden was old. He was 97 years of age when he succumbed to natural causes at his home in the Brentwood section of Los Angeles on July 1. And yet, just because he was old, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve some kind of public send-off. A memorial service, full of celebrity friends and family members.

karlmalden-pattonI decided to send my avatar-cybernaut, The Man From B.L.O.G., to scout some possible locations. And, with the current economic situation such as it is, it’s important to secure some sort of corporate funding. After all, a goodbye soireé of the kind Mr. Malden deserves will not be cheap. I could go the route of the LA City Council and party first, then ask for donations. On second thought, maybe that’s not such a good idea. I have some sponsorship ideas. But first things first.

The Los Angeles Department of Transportation (LADOT) requires adequate parking and traffic flow in order to issue the required permit. We thought it best to run a scenario on Google Maps Street View with the GE ForwardThinker plugin. This handy little setup allows us to previsualize (much better than actual visualization) certain scenarios based on time of day, projected panhandling density, street cleaning schedules and other traffic flow, etc.

karlmalden-sosfThe Staples company would surely be game to host another memorial event at one of their facilities. With the fabulous Michael Jackson service at The Staples Center still fresh in my mind, I ran the numbers on a similar (though much smaller scale) event at their art deco store in the Hair District of Miracle Mile. Right here in the neighborhood. I know that a popular event held every evening here at this Staples is the Avoid The Staples Ingress/Egress Traffic game, played by Jewish grade school students as they ride home from the academy on their bikes.

karl-malden-fedoraNext, I had the crack scenic dept. over at CBS create a giant fedora, more or less of the kind Mr. Malden was known to sport. They used construction-grade vapor-lock material. It fit perfectly (at least virtually) on top of the flying saucer portion of Staples. I’m looking into a way to make it glow at night for the week it’s supposed to be up there. A row of huge bus stop posters of Mr. Malden from his Streets of San Francisco days, mounted side by side along the Wilshire Blvd. side of the store, finished off the look.

The American Express company agreed (again, virtually) to provide a San Francisco-style Hot Pretzel cart in the parking lot, located at the rear of the store. If you want a free pretzel, all you have to do is say “I left home without them” and those little magic words will work their charm. They will also give you a credit application for a gold card with a pre-denied stamp right on the form. Just write through the red stamp ink. Amex and Mr. Malden go way back, to a time in the mid 70’s when he began what would become a hugely successful series of TV ads for their travelers cheques. They started off, “Do you know who I am?”, and ended with “Don’t let a thief spoil your vacation. Get American Express Travelers Cheques. Don’t leave home without them.” Johnny Carson famously had a lot of fun at the expense (and to the delight) of Karl Malden, bulbous rubber nose and all. We’ll miss you, Karl.

Credits: The original Staples photo is from Google Maps Street View. The hat is from an eBay listing. The crane is of unknown origin (from my files). That’s Karl Malden as General Omar Bradley in Patton. The Karl Malden poster image is from a publicity shot from The Streets of San Francisco. The Epilogue in the title comes from the old Quinn Martin Production shows. On each bumper back into the show (from a commercial break), viewers would see the act number. Act I, Act IV, etc. Epilogue of course was the final act and these act designations were on most if not all QM Productions.

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The Cruel Rule of Threes Fours

Sunday, June 28th, 2009

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mays-sullivan-conanparagraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Los Angeles’ gift to the world this week was: death. You’re welcome. It is said that celebrity or famous deaths come in groups of threes. This was a cruel week indeed for fans the world over. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and, as we were going to post, we learned that television pitchman and reality TV star Billy Mays has also left our world. He was just on The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien last Tuesday, along with Anthony Sullivan. His confidence was contagious.

spike-mjI didn’t know any of these people, nor did I ever meet them, but they all affected my life in different ways. The world is a much sadder place without them. I can’t say anything more or better than what’s already been written about each of them; I can offer just an anecdote or two. I first worked at NBC just after Johnny Carson and Ed McMahon left, so I never even saw either of them. I’d like to say I worked with them, but I didn’t. I did, however, work on a few Michael Jackson videos, perhaps most notably the Spike Lee-directed video of controversial song They Don’t Care About Us (I did some scene design and compositing for the prison version). In an unusual move, two different videos were produced for the same song. Both were directed by Spike and both were edited and finished at Charlex in NYC (Creative Director Alex Weil, Editors Chris Byrnes and John Zawisha, Producer Steve Chiariello, among others). One day while I was there, word spread that Michael was coming by to have a look at the progress. “He’ll be here at 7:00,” we were told. At 6:30, we learned he would not be coming. Some people (myself included) went home. MJ showed up with his entourage anyway at 7:30. That’s how it goes sometimes.

may-sweeps-farrah-main2And if you’re one of my regular four or five readers, you already know about my feelings for Farrah. I wrote about Farrah’s Story last month, as part of my B.L.O.G. TV Showcase. There is some good that came from that show, at least for me personally. I noticed a familiar name on the credits, and reconnected with one of my oldest friends here in LA, Dave Klandrud (who was the lead editor on the show).

This concludes the name-dropping, Google hit-baiting portion of the program. I will return later this week with a slightly quirky look at my neighborhood. Thank you.

Credits: Ed McMahon is an NBC Photo by Joey Del Valle. I found the Farrah photo by berecruited on Photobucket. The young Michael Jackson is from bbc.co.uk. The Billy Mays picture is from the Tuesday, June 23 The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien on NBC (pictured: Billy Mays, Anthony Sullivan, Conan O’Brien; NBC Photo by Paul Drinkwater). The Michael Jackson video still is from my portfolio collection.

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A Public Apology to Wayne Knight

Friday, June 12th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – I once unwittingly mocked a man, literally behind his back, in a most despicable way. I was humiliated, and can only imagine he was as well. This post is an attempt to explain my actions, and in so doing to offer my sincerest and most belated apology. It’s a little wordy, and may be best told live and in person, but I’m taking a crack at putting it down on pixels. If you don’t read the whole bloody thing (and I won’t blame you if you don’t), be sure to at least check out the California Canteen restaurant (scene of the incident), in the Cahuenga Pass, very near Universal City. It’s a great place to eat after you see The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien in person.

apology-knight-basicinstincThink back to the late ’90s and imagine you are the great comedic actor, Wayne Knight. Newman from Seinfeld. You have achieved success in comedy, but you are also known as one of the detectives on the receiving end of the Sharon Stone apology-knight-jurassicleg-crossing upskirt shot from Basic Instinct, as one of the velociraptor victims in Jurassic Park, plus many other roles. Your successful run on Seinfeld has just ended, and you are on top of the world. Your future is very bright.

You’re having a lovely dinner at a nice restaurant with your lady friend/special lady. You reveal to her that there’s a break coming up in your schedule and you can in fact take that trip to Maui with her after all. Her mood brightens and that buoys your own mood, and THEN– some blowhard sitting behind you loudly sings out: “There’s that fat guy from Sein-feld!” (to the cadence and tune of the military marching song “I don’t know but I’ve been told…” You know, the one that always ends with “One, two, three, four; one two– THREE FOUR!”). Your lady consoles you, urging you not to confront the interloper. “Just let it go, Wayne.”

I am that blowhard-interloper.

About ten years ago, I met my friend, Kurt, for dinner one night after work. I was freelancing for NBC On-air Promotions at the time, and Kurt had just left NBC for someplace else. We gathered at the delicious and reasonably-priced California Canteen restaurant on Caheunga Blvd. West, at Barham Blvd. in the Cahuenga Pass. It’s roughly between Burbank and Universal City.

At some point during dinner, conversation naturally turned to the goings-on at NBC. Kurt was curious about his old workplace. I told him about a promo I was working on. It was for the May sweeps, and featured a funny song written by an NBC Promo Producer. Part of the promo and song was for the movie Jurassic Park, which was making its broadcast debut on NBC.

Nearly all of our conversation was conducted using our inside voices. Perfectly normal. “Yeah, Kurt, it’s a silly song, but has some funny moments. I did an effects shot using Newman from Seinfeld, except it’s from Jurassic Park. You know, the scene where it’s raining, he slips down a muddy hill and then he’s attacked by velociraptors.” I turned up my volume, singing: “There’s that fat guy from Sein-feld!” Ever so briefly, but loudly enough that people within a table or two of us in the uncrowded restaurant could easily hear me. Volume back down now: “You know, the usual stuff. So what have you been up to?”

We continued our dinner and conversation. When coffee arrived a short time later, I turned in my chair to face right (just to change positions and stretch my legs). In my peripheral field of vision I could now see the person sitting behind me, his back to mine. I can’t explain it, but alarms started going off. My spidey sense was tingling. It was almost like the Arnold POV shot in The Terminator, all bathed in red with call-outs identifying friend or foe. There was a call-out typing out in my mind, pointing to the man sitting behind me. WAYNE KN_

I couldn’t see the person’s face, but I could tell it was a man. A large man. Was the call-out correct? Could it be? I stole a couple of slightly prolonged glances right at him, then turned around and leaned into Kurt, slightly panicked. “Is that Wayne Knight sitting behind me?” I was pointing at my chest, trying to gesture through myself. Kurt did a subtle, slow bob left and then right, looking around me.

Glumly: “Yes. Yes it is.”

Ooh boy. I didn’t know what to do. He must think I was mocking him. Should I acknowledge him and offer my sincerest apologies? Or should I just pretend the whole miserable thing didn’t happen? I chose the path of least resistance and did nothing. We slunk out of the restaurant a few minutes later. As a sad footnote, I realized the next day during work that the line I sang out wasn’t even correct. The correct line was “And there is that guy from Sein-feld!” Not even a mention of the word “fat”. Mr. Knight, I sincerely apologize. At least Larry David would understand.

Credits: This is a true story, except for my recreation of Mr. Knight’s side of the conversation (I didn’t actually hear any part of it). The base picture on the title graphic is my own photo of the Canteen, but of course it is heavily treated and doesn’t really look like an Arnold Terminator POV shot from the original movie, or a New Orleans bordello. The actual restaurant is warm and inviting, and can be found online at CaliforniaCanteen.com. It is my favorite restaurant in LA. Here it is on Google Maps.

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The Monrovia Connection

Monday, June 1st, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3MONROVIA, CA – Well, we here at B.L.O.G. are taking a little break from the shameless promotion business. By we, I mean of course the royal we, and we’ve been quite busy of late. It was a swing and a miss at trying to get on board The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien, at least for now. An insider tip had me smelling blood, and I tried to go in for the kill with the electronic equivalent of standing on the corner with a twirling arrow and a bikini girl. Perhaps I should have tried the real equivalent. Anyway, besides the Rated “O” for Obsequious posts right here on B.L.O.G., there were emails to contacts at the peacock, the show itself, the union (more on that possibly later), Twitter-stalking, and every trick up my sleeve – but all proved fruitless thus far. I tried, but we failed. Thanks to all four of YOU, my loyal audience. Moving on, at least for now.

While I was away on my Please Hire Me Conan tour, I did get some information from my buddy, Todd, regarding The Tercel Thief incident. It’s a bit of a good news/bad news tale. His car was found, but was essentially being held hostage by the towing company. For those of you in the dark about the original incident, you can read the color photo-illustrated, made-for-B.L.O.G. version here. In a nutshell, Todd’s ‘86 Toyota Tercel was stolen from his nice LA neighborhood in the middle of the night.

man-from-blog-smrefYou might recall that at the time, I was able to send my Man from B.L.O.G. avatar/cybernaut back through the space-time continuum (with the help of Raytheon and Google Maps Street View) to see what I could see. What I saw turned out to be a bit of a red herring.

It was not, as I/we thought at the time: someone looking to replace, say, their driver’s side door with a working version. No, it looks like something more sinister. As a matter of fact, let’s go there now, to the scene of the discovery, to 3333 Peck Rd., Monrovia, California.

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And… ZOOP! Okay. There’s Todd’s car – and good! It hasn’t been towed yet. The place is kind of drab, don’t you think? The whole area looks vaguely familiar. It really makes me think of some, some, so… I’m sensing a slightbendinthefabricoftime… Someone or someTHING is trying to tell me something. Wait!

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Holy Sh*t! I knew I’d seen this place before. Better get the hell out of here – NOW!

Man! That was close! Okay, I’m back on Peck Rd., Monrovia, but Todd’s car is GONE. Who is that walking over? Is it a Beastie Boy?

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No, it’s a local P.D. detective! What’s that, detective? Your friend’s car was towed. Yes, I know, but to where? 812 N. Azusa Ave. The towing yard, I see. Okay, well I guess I– he’s already walking away. Hmm. Let’s see. Stolen from Hancock Park, driven to Monrovia, parked in front of an auto dismantling operation. There’s got to be a clue in there somewhere. Now I’m learning, through my microwave relay to the present, that the towing company is wanting an exorbitant amount of money to get the car back. That just seems wr– HOLD IT! There’s an odd little man lurking and pointing at me!

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He’s walking over. Funny little guy. He says his name is Gary, and he has “digs”. No, he corrects himself, he meant to say “dibs”.

On what? On the car. How can you have dibs on the car? The driver’s m’buddy! I run this junk yard. Do you like ham? Yes, but let’s get back to the car. They’re here all the time. What do you mean? What are ‘here all the time’? They just show up’s all. Police come by, write stuff down. I always get dibs!

What a strange little man. And an even stranger tale he unwittingly helps to weave. Let’s review:

  1. Car is stolen.
  2. Car is driven 60 miles to an auto dismantling yard in the middle of the night and parked.
  3. A week later, someone calls in to report the abandoned vehicle.
  4. Police take a report, call in towing company under contract to the municipality.
  5. Police notify victim that their car has been located. Stage-chuckles politely at victim’s requisite “they got us working in shifts” Big Lebowski reference. Gives victim phone number to towing company anyway.
  6. Towing company initially plays role of understanding and caring uncle to the victim.
  7. Towing company quickly changes tone to bill collector and demands hundreds of dollars in towing and storage fees. Sends angry letter with invoice to victim.
  8. Victim notices the dibs to “Junkyard” Gary indicated right on the invoice.
  9. Mexican standoff ensues. Either way, victim loses. Gary and the towing company win. But does anyone else?

Wow. If this wasn’t a crime synopsis I would swear it looks like an outline for a super business plan. Perhaps I’ll have more information next time. Stay tuned! And watch The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien, premiering tonight, June 1 (rated “O”, I know, but I really will be watching).

UPDATE 6/3: This is a true (and outrageous) story. I have used a heaping portion of creative license to help outline it in an entertaining way. Credits: The Falafel’s Drive In sign is courtesy IvyMike on flickr. The background, undoctored image is in fact from Google Maps Street View. The cop was swiped directly from the great Climate Change Social Change blog, which I heartily endorse and encourage you to visit.

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Billy Bob’s Nightmare

Friday, May 15th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Billy Bob Thornton was in the news recently for displaying some odd behavior during a Canadian radio chat show. After some adverse media attention, he went on Jimmy Kimmel Live to explain.

A few years ago, Billy Bob was famous for wearing a vial of blood around his neck, along with then-wife Angelina Jolie. The talented actor, writer, and musician’s peculiarities didn’t stop there. From Wikipedia:

Various idiosyncratic behaviors have been well-documented in interviews with the actor; among these is a phobia of antique furniture — a disorder shared by the Dwight Yoakam character in the Thornton-penned Sling Blade, and by Thornton’s own character in the 2001 film Bandits. Additionally, he has stated that he has a fear of certain types of flatware, a trait assumed by his character, Hank Grotowski, in 2001’s Monster’s Ball, in which Grotowski insists on a plastic spoon for his daily bowl of chocolate ice cream. In a 2004 interview with The Independent, Thornton explained: “It’s just that I won’t use real silver. You know, like the big, old, heavy-ass forks and knives, I can’t do that. It’s the same thing as the antique furniture. I just don’t like old stuff. I’m creeped out by it, and I have no explanation why…I don’t have a phobia about American antiques, it’s mostly French — you know, like the big, old, gold-carved chairs with the velvet cushions. The Louis XIV type. That’s what creeps me out. I can spot the imitation antiques a mile off. They have a different vibe. Not as much dust.” In addition to his aversion to silver cutlery, velvet, and “creepy, castle-y stuff,” Thornton confesses that “pieces from 1700 and 1800 France and England really freak me out, especially harpsichords.”

Credits: Billy Bob picture from reelmovienews.com. Chairs from s.artquid.com, dresser from ifixantiques.com, harpsichord from maserkit.com.

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The Tercel Thief

Friday, May 1st, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – I read the item on my Facebook page yesterday morning, and my heart sank:

Um, yeah, so if anyone sees my car out there without me behind the wheel, please let me know. Much to my surprise my whip was stolen last night.

My good friend, Todd Munson, had lost his “whip”. His ‘86 Tercel was gone.

tercel-cop-croppedTodd and his better half live in a nice little enclave of LA not far from my own Hair District residence. The keyword, though, is LA. Big city, USA. After filling out the police report, he can follow up with questions about any, you know, leads. “Leads, yeah, sure. I’ll just check with the boys down at the crime lab, they’ve got four more detectives working on the case. They got us working in shifts!”

tercel-man-from-blog-smI thought this would be a good project for my Man from B.L.O.G. He agreed to enlist his staff at the applied technologies division of B.L.O.G. Seems they’ve been working with the Intelligence and Information Systems division of Raytheon, and along with Google Maps Street View, have created some really innovative night vision time displacement technologies.

We start out by locating the original car in the Street View window. Ah, there it is. ‘86 Toyota Tercel. Roof-mount bike rack. Check. Duct tape bumper/fender integration. Check. Good.

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Next, we insert my avatar/cybernaut into the program, using the same plug-in used in my first Hyuntley post. Scroll backwards through the space-time continuum, bending the fabric just-so. We’re getting into pre-dawn darkness now. Better invoke the Raytheon. What’s that? He sees something already? Aha! This is what we were looking for.

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Just as Todd thought. It’s a similar model Tercel, probably trolling for a parts car. Who is that getting out of the suspect vehicle? He looks familiar. The next frame is just a lonely, empty space, except for a couple of New Zealanders who appear to be riding around the block on a tandem bicycle. I think they may be part of The Slow Bike Movement. Or perhaps they just decided to go for a bike ride.

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We will indeed be checking in with the boys down at the crime lab from time to time. Just remember: sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you.

[MAY 12, 2009 UPDATE: Todd has launched his new online home, Unicorn Battleground, and has hit the ground running with his treatment of this incident. Give it a read, won't you? As a further incentive, Todd wrote a hilarious open letter to the thief on Craigslist. See his page for the link.]

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Hyuntley T-shirt Idea

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Hyuntley t-shirt prototype for your approval. HYUNTLEY corporate logo (unofficial as far as I know), with “Korean Elegance Meets British Reliability” tagline. Distressed look, with my own FrankXray – FX branding icon, placed inconspicuously on the shirt somewhere, hopefully at the bottom. Should I go forward with it? Let me know what you think. For the background story, see my earlier post.

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May I Present: The Hyuntley?

Monday, April 13th, 2009

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paragraph-spacer3LOS ANGELES – Nearly four years ago, I came across a most unusual car while walking to work. I spotted the Bentley Continental GT from a block away. Even in car-obsessed LA it was hard not to. The model was brand new to the US at the time, and for some reason this particular model was on my radar. As I got closer, though, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Was that a Hyundai logo on the rear deck? What the? And look at the license plate frame! HYUNDAI OF BEL AIR – SUNSET BL @ STONE CANYON RD. I looked around for the cameras which I was sure were watching me. Come on out, Ashton. Keep in mind that the current list price for the Conti’ GT is $179,200. Probably a little less back then, but not much. That’s like ten Detroit houses. And it had HYUNDAI insignia! Further inspection revealed the H for Hyundai logos on the wheel centers. Wow, this jokester had gone all out. Up front, there was another H logo atop the grill, and another license plate frame. A BENTDAI? HYUNTLEY?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have a camera with me. I knew that my friend and co-worker, Darin (who was a car designer before turning to television graphics), would be very interested in this car. I rushed up to my office, found Darin, and said, “You have to follow me. Now.” He knew something peculiar was up (from the giggly schoolgirl tone of my voice) and followed me obediently. “You are not going to believe this.” When we got back downstairs, the car was gone. It had been parked in front of the S.A.G. building, in the Miracle Mile district.

I did a Google search at the time, but found nothing. Then, just the other day, something came up that reminded me of this car. I tried Google again, and viola! There it was! Sightings all over town, from Redondo to Hollywood. The automotive technorati are all twittery. The story came to a head in the summer of 2007, but I thought that with the recent economic situation, talks of synergistic partnerships, etc., it might be a good time to revisit it. hyunley-map-smHyundai partners with Bentley. Hmm. I even sent my Man From B.L.O.G. avatar, as my cybernaut, into Google maps to see what I could see. As you can see from this Google maps (street view) screenshot, no such dealership exists at the corner of Sunset and Stone Canyon Rd. It’s strictly mansion-ville, man. Oh well. Maybe I’ll grab a cyber taco from the Roach Coach for my trip back to reality. Damn you, jokester! I’ll find you yet.

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