where were the hoary hosts of hoggoth? (a review of dr. strange)

I FINALLY SAW DR. STRANGE! I say “finally” as I am one of the dying breed of guys who bought and collected Marvel comic books in the ’60s as the magic was happening. (And by the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth, face facts: it was almost exclusively guys who read superhero comics at the time.) And Dr. Strange was always one of my faveravest titles! As I am not a movie reviewer, I didn’t sit through a “special screening.” We bought our overpriced tickets for a Friday matinée ($9 each, and that’s with a senior discount!) and bought our own popcorn.… Continue Reading where were the hoary hosts of hoggoth? (a review of dr. strange)

we are each of us a fading gigolo or fading gigolette

BLOCKBUSTER VIDEO OPENED its first stores in the 1980s, renting movies as both Beta and VHS cassette tapes. Standard procedure then was to remove the cassette from the original cardboard box and insert the tape into a black plastic box. Blockbuster then wrapped their own covers around the box: the company name was on the front, the movie title on the spine, and a brief synopsis of the movie on the back. When Blockbuster moved into my neighborhood, they effectively put out of business all the mom-and-pop video stores in the area. Consequently, I did all my business at Blockbuster—it was… Continue Reading we are each of us a fading gigolo or fading gigolette

phaw! on rambaldi and the unwatchable finale of “alias”

ALIAS. A super-spy/CIA adventure series for ABC that ran five seasons (2001-2006) and was nominated for more than seventy awards—although not a single important nomination was made for the final season. ALIAS made Jennifer Garner a star, for which we should all be grateful. The first few seasons were loads of fun with good scripts, good characters, and good acting. Berni and I enjoyed these shows immensely. If you haven’t watched the series, stop reading. If you have watched the complete series, perhaps you understand. The fifth and final season has been painful to sit through. The events in the… Continue Reading phaw! on rambaldi and the unwatchable finale of “alias”

sometimes ‘alias’ ain’t no alias at all

I LOGGED INTO MY KCLS ACCOUNT and in the Search field typed “alias.” I wanted to place a hold on the fourth and fifth seasons of the ABC television series Alias from earlier in this century, starring Jennifer Garner. Aside from the five DVDs for the series and perhaps a few books about the show, I wasn’t expecting a large amount of entries under that word. Hah! There were more than 250 entries for ‘alias.’ But before I continue, first there is Alias the series. Berni and I are Jennifer Garner fans—we’ve actually seen Butter (twice!) and rave about it to… Continue Reading sometimes ‘alias’ ain’t no alias at all

a note on the late great david bowie

MY TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE was an account of how and when I was transformed from a Bowie-hater to a Bowie-lover in 1975. I titled it “Just How Did David Bowie Affect Your Consciousness” and posted it on my Rather Rare Records site last week. It had taken a few days to write it, as I was unprepared for Bowie’s passing. I should have added this note here when I published it last week so that readers of this site would know of it. Click on over and give it a read and accept my apologies for being late . . .… Continue Reading a note on the late great david bowie

changing the tower light bulb (it’s too late, baby)

WAY BACK IN PRE-REAGAN AMERICA, back in the ’60s when the wealthy and the corporations still paid something resembling a reasonable tax rate, many (white) high schools in these here United States had a Guidance Counselor. This person’s job was to assist juniors and seniors in recognizing and understanding their interests and skills and guide them towards courses that might help them towards realizing the goal of a rewarding career. One of the ways they did this was to give us an “aptitude test” (perhaps this was something more formal and should be capitalized as Aptitude Test), which was a battery of… Continue Reading changing the tower light bulb (it’s too late, baby)