Happy Last Day Of September!

Ahh, tomorrow's October, then Halloween's right around the corner! Candy, candy, candy, candy....

Well, not to rush the season or anything, but....



Oh, to make it through the next 30 days or so....

Dope out.

-TGWD

It's A '70s Song, But At Least It Ain't Disco...

Neither fish nor fowl, this one. It's from the '70s, yes, but it doesn't have that chintzy disco feel to it.

In sort, this song rocks.

A word about the artist here, one Bob Welch: he was a member of Fleetwood Mac in their formative years then he had some solo songs in the late '70s that were okay, I guess ("Hot Love, Cold World", "Sentimental Lady", "Precious Love"), but then he kind of trailed off after the '80s and stayed mostly behind the scenes.

There was this one song, though, that I thought was completely and totally awesome. It was the only song of his that I can clearly recall with any clarity listening to in seventh grade (whoops, gave away my age, there...) and enjoying. Again, because it rocked.

And if you grew up during the '70s and listened to the radio at all, you'll remember this song, too.

...and this is it:



Congratulations, now you rock, also.

Dope out.

-TGWD

"Star Wars" As It Should Be...

Now that George Lucas and Company have seen the light and released Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back and Return Of The Jedi in their original, unaltered versions, we can all experience the movies as they were meant to be: uneditied, untouched-up pristine beauty.

And for that I, as a Star Wars fan since back in the day, can rejoice.

I never wanted to see cleaner shots of Luke's Landspeeder without the brown blob floating underneath it, no huge lizards obscuring entire scenes in Mos Eisley, no light sabers that glow brillianly no matter how you hold them in front of the camera, no thousands of X-Wings heading for the Death Star when just the handful they had originally did the job well enough for me.

That's the thing: some people just can't leave well-enough alone. And when it's someone like Lucas, it's just unwarranted by anything but bravado. He should have just left the originals be as they were - sure, touching up some of the effects was fine and dandy, but why change the entire meaning of some scenes altogether? That's just WRONG.

But more than anything that got my proverbial goat - GREEDO DID NOT SHOOT FIRST.

You heard me.

THIS is how it should be. Forever, baby.



Long live Han, man. Shoot him first every time - he deserved it.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Just Another Bad Day In My Life...

So guess what YOU get?

That's right....



Feel the pain.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Another One Not To Watch Before (Or After) Eating...

Remember a while back when I brought up the subject of Italian giallo maestro Lucio Fulci and his impressive contributions to the art of zombie movies?

Yes? Good.

Remember one of his movies I discussed, The Beyond?

Yes? Good.

Now, wanna see some scenes from that movie - some really goooood scenes?

No? Too bad.

Here's one where spiders attack...



Another where a dog attacks...



And another that reveals the end of the movie (don't watch it if you intend to watch the whole film - or maybe you should, so you'll be one up on your friends who haven't seen it yet)...



You're welcome. Enjoy your spaghetti.

Dope out.

-TGWD

The History Of MST3K - Part I, II, III, IV and V...

Remember that thing I did about the history of the great show Mystery Science Theater 3000 a while back? Well, I found a MUCH easier way to illustrate its history: just by posting the following!

PART I



PART II



PART III



PART IV



PART V




Parts VI to X to follow. Neat, huh?

Dope out.

-TGWD

The Weirdest "Weird Al" Of All....

Let us take a moment and admire the genius of "Weird" Al Yankovic; the most hip accordion player ever to top the pop charts.

You all know him (those who know him, that is) from his parodying songs that took on Michael Jackson ("Eat It"), Madonna ("Like A Surgeon") and even '80's pop diva Toni Basil ("Ricky").

But even more famous were his videos for his songs, thanks in large to the advent of MTV. Even more than Jackson and Madonna, Yankovic owes his biggest success to his heavy rotation on this music video pioneer.

As if you needed proof, behold the spoofs:

James Brown's "Living In America"...



Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit"...



The Presidents Of The United States Of America's "Lump"...



And of course two of Michael Jackson's big hits: "Beat It"...



...and "Bad".



Now, THAT, my friends, is musical and comedic genius intertwined. End of story. All hail Al!

Dope out.

-TGWD

I Gots Da Weekend Blues...

I gots da weekend blues...
(wa-wa-wa-waaa)
From my head to my shoes...
(wa-wa-wa-waaa)
"Cause I know Monday's comin'...
(wa-wa-wa-waaa)
And it's got me a-bummin'...
(wa-wa-wa-waaa)

So I'm sayin' 'Let's go
And I'll give ya some disco."
I gots da weekend blues.
(wa-wa-wa-waaa)



Hey, whaddya expect? I got da blues, after all.

Dope out. (wa-wa-wa-waaa)

-TGWD

Ahh, Community Thee-Ay-Tuh...

Well, after I finish typing this, I'm off to be in my 2nd play this year for our town's local theater. It's the Beth Henley play "Impossible Marriage". It was a lot of fun AND hard work practicing, but now we're ready for public consumption, as it were.

My first play was in "Inherit The Wind". Not a big part - I said two lines then blew a trumpet. But hey, it was a part! And what is it they say; there's no small parts, only small people. And I ain't (that) small.

I can't show you my part in particular, but here's a high school production of the same play. "Inherit The Wind", that is.



Well, I'm outta here. Hope I break a leg. Or two.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Idiots With E-Mails....

My second non-video post in a row, I know - but this is important.

What gets into the heads of some people - it's bad enough that they spam-mail innocent people (read: me) by e-mail, but the fact that they preface their spam with ramblings that your average electro-shock therapy patient would be embarrassed to babble is just too stupid for words. Stupid, I tell you!!

An example, you say?

Well, for starters, I refuse to acknowledge the sender of this stupidity because Lord knows they don't need any more exposure, and I won't even talk about what they were spamming. The letter itself was headed thusly:
----------

THURSDAY.about U.S. motives

----------
Sure. Makes sense...in a stupid, moronic way.

But why stop there? Just before they inundate me with whatever the heck it is they're hawking (honestly, I don't even remember what it is and don't care to look it up again) they preface it with the following; shown here, in its unexpurgated form:
----------

Head First book, you know the "Trading Spaces" show. In a way that makes you the "Trading Spaces" show. Singleton isn't as simple as it principles will help words, in real world
in between sips of a martini. format designed for the way when to use them, how texts. If you've read a to use them (and when

between Decorator, Facade your brain works. Using texts. If you've read a neurobiology, cognitive In a way that lets you put a design paddle pattern.

you want to learn the

learned by those at speaking the language to use them (and when you don't want to NOT to use them).

challenging. Something the next time you're more complex. his stunningly clever use of Command, the same software matter--why to use them,

better at solving software you don't want to who've faced the you get to take
else. Something more when he casually mentions
Patterns--the lessons

the next time you're

words, in real world so that you can spend them to work immediately. and Adapter. With Head First
In a way that makes you else. Something more
Head First book, you know

Head First Design Patterns

Java's built-in pattern be wrong (and what same problems. own with your co-worker
(and too short) to spend the next time you're
"secret language"

You'll easily counter with your


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and experience of others, when he casually mentions is so often misunderstood,
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science, and learning theory,

want to see how But you don't just the "Trading Spaces" show. of patterns with others (and impress cocktail party guests)
In a way that makes you reinvent the wheel sounds, how the Factory you don't want to
you don't want to You'll easily counter with your With Design Patterns, support in your own code. science, and learning theory,
design problems, and better

environment. In other
between Decorator, Facade to do instead). You want and experience of others, Patterns--the lessons In a way that makes you

principles will help deep understanding of why brain in a way that sticks.

own with your co-worker texts. If you've read a

at speaking the language alone. At any given moment, to do instead). You want In a way that makes you
the same software matter--why to use them,
used in the Java API

But you don't just
----------

But I don't just...what; want to beat you over the head with your stupid spamming computer screen? Yeah, I do.

So, if you know who these people are or if you are one of them, tell them this - or take heed of this sage advice yourself....

STOP IT.

Thank you. And Dope out.

-TGWD

Happy Birthday. Yeah, Whatever.

It's official. I am now an old fogey.

41. An odd age; it shows that I'm already over the hill (yes, I know life expectancy is far older nowadays, but anyhoo...) plus a year. It's as if as you got oldr you didn;t have enough to worryt about, so God made it so Man created labels to ages, along with everything else.

At 30, I was (in a general sense) still considered vital and socially acceptable to the MTV generation. But once I hit 40, it was as if a switch was flipped. Suddenly, I noticed the twinges and pinching flashes of pain throughout different parts of my body. Not as if they happened overnight, but now they were more noticeable, more prominent. I don't bend down and up as sprightly as before. I find myself sitting down more often. And, worst of all....

The music nowadays is too damn loud and it doesn't have the soul it had back in the good old days. You know; the '80s.

I'm one of those guys that most people nowadays will simply call "sir", even if they're not in the fast food or retail industry; just in passing. I'm the guy that has people repeat themselves, even if I'd heard them cleary the first time - you know, just to keep the conversation going. And I'm the guy who, if I happen to screw something up, they'll let me off the hook because...you know..."he's old".

And what's worse than all this? I find myself wondering what home my kids are going to put me in.

...my kids are 11 and 8.

So yeah, I'm 41 today. Big whoop-de-doo. No party. No presents (my wife got me a gift card to get a movie or two, my kids sang to me, that kinda thing). No friends calling to grant well-wishings. Just another day. The same.

"Meh, he's 41; that's not even a milestone. Forget about it - we'll wait and send him a card when he's 50."

Not that I relish huge parties, having a bunch of noisy friends over to feed cake to and getting gifts I'll most likely have to return anyway. I'm just like anyone else; some recognition of the fact that I survived another year in this world is sufficient. A smile, a pat on the back, a thumbs-up, a cheery "happy birthday" greeting, even a cheesy card is good. Just a little something.

If I sound kind of grumpy or even let down with how the day progressed, well...maybe. Maybe the kid inm me still likes parties, lots of gifts and even more cake. But as you get older, people feel silly having parties or throwing parties for other people their own age. And as you grow bigger, so do the toys and the prices they want for them. I guess I'm still just a spoiled little kid at heart.

So, in one sense at least, I'm still young.

Guess I'll have to hold on to that.

Sorry, no video today. I'm too old to remember where YouTube is on this Inner-Net thing you kids have nowadays. Maybe I'll be out of my middle-age slump by tomorrow.

Maybe.

(Old) Dope out.

-TGWD

Michael Jackson.

No name has launched more discussion, debate, cringes and astonishment as his.

If you're gonna nitpick, then I guess you could cite his abusive childhood. Then again, once he was famous he was allowed to run amok. Then again, people who are in the liemlight (and especially those whom children look up to) must hold themselves to a higher ideal; one untarnished by immorality. Then again, no one person should have to tell another how to live their life. Then again, my GOD, just look at the reports, accusations and first-hand accounts of Michael's "secret" life. Then again....

Well, you could "then again" till the cows come home but you see what I'm getting at. Debates are just inescapable with some people.

But there is one inescapable fact, no matter what side of the fence you're on: NO ONE should have a face go through what his has gone through. No. One.

Want proof? Well, okay...if you're sure.

You'll be sorry:



Now, after all that, I can pretty much guess what you'll be seeing once you close your eyes tonight.

I tried to warn you.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Nothing Much Going On Today, So....

Here, watch a Jolly Green Giant commercial.


What? Whaddya want from me??!

Dope out.

-TGWD

More 80's Music Video Dealie Thingies....

Someone call The Police...oh, don't bother; they're here.



Dope out.

-TGWD

Happy Peter Falk's Birthday!

Yep, it's Pete's birthday; 79 years young. Whatta guy; whatta career.

So let us celebrate ol' Columbo himself in video; here's a classic clip from the film Murder By Death, wherein he plays a Sam Spade-ish character....



He also does a lot of German films, mainly for Wim Wenders....



And here he is as our favorite detective, with award-winning guest-killer Patrick McGoohan. So much talent in a minute and thirty seconds....



And of course how can we talk about Peter Falk without mentioning a John Cassavettes movie??



So happy birthday, Mister Falk. Long may your trenchcoat flutter in the breeze.

Dope out.

-TGWD

MEGAFORCE!

Sorry for shouting, but I've been watching MEGAFORCE!

A cool movie, this MEGAFORCE; directed by Hal Needham in-between Burt Reynolds movies and starring a post-Rocky Horror/pre-"Spin City" Barry Bostwick and a post-anything Persis Khambatta (she was the bald chicky in Star Trek: The Motion Picture).

But anyway, MEGAFORCE has everything a bad movie lover (like me) could ever want: explosions, stupid dialogue, inane roamtic interest, every vehicle known to man either jumping over something, exploding loudly, shooting off missles and/or scratched-on lasers or racing across a salt flat.

And unless I'm mistaken, at one point or another during MEGAFORCE, everyone is wearing spandex.

Relax, though; it's not out on DVD so don't bother putting it on your Netflix queue. Just start scouring flea markets, yard sales and going-out-of-business video stores.

Now.

Right now! GO!!

Oh but before you do, watch this clip from MEGAFORCE and multiply it times 19,000. That's the whole movie.



You're welcome.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Just Asking A Question Here....

What is the deal with M. Night Shyamalan, anyway? (and I have a follow-up....)

First of all, he came onto the scene and blew most everybody away with films that had out-of-nowhere twists that kept the viewer wondering and guessing, making it so you had to see his films more than once just to get all the clues, references and such.

He made it big with The Sixth Sense, agreed? Okay, and he also had success with films like Signs and Unbreakable....

Then he went and made The Village; a movie I've seen and appreciate for what he was trying to do. But let's face it: we're talking about the same guy who has the ability to shock and bewilder with the use of camera as well as word processor - what happened to make him write and direct a film in which not only could you more or less guess what the "big twist" was, but when you get to it...you just didn't care?

Mind you, this is saying something about Shyamalan, who has it in him to be entertaining and mysterious - the images are there and the mood is creepy enough - but he just doesn't seem to put any extra effort into it. It's just a sad thing to witness.

Now we have The Lady In The Water to consider. Think about this, though: remember all the hype for Sixth Sense? All the discussions, debates and TV specials talking about every aspect of the film (leaving out, of course, the denouement) and marvelling about its expert craftsmanship and so on.

Has anyone seen any such a thing for Lady In The Water?

The only thing that's being said about it, basically, is, "Gee, I hope it doesn't suck as bad as Village did".

Is he just slacking off because he doesn't have any more ideas? Was The Sixth Sense his big explosion onto the scene, leaving only pops and hisses to follow? Will his future films even try to be as good as they once started out?

Who knows? Hey, even Hitchcock bombed once in awhile.

Debate it amongst yourselves. In the meantime, here's a video to add fuel to the fire, (and hopefully some more depth to your own M. Night Shyamalan debates):



Oh, and my follow-up: what is it about new up-and-coming director/writers who have this brilliant idea and burst onto the scene on the strength of that one idea alone and try to make a career out of that one idea?? How many of them have we seen come and go in the past few decades? And how many more have more than ONE great idea to work with?

Someone? Anyone? Bueller?

Fine, debate amongst yourselves. Dope out.

-TGWD

The '80s - Movie Dumping Ground For The 20th Century....

This is probably just my opinion, but there were more movies released during the 1980's than in any other period in man's history on Earth. Many were good. Many more were bad. Still others were just...mehhhhh....

There were so many, in fact, that there are probably some that came out that you, the innocent bystander, have never heard of. Case in point:

Didja know that Frankie (Avalon) and Annette (Funicello) made a beach movie...in 1987??



You may have seen Creepshow, but did you know there was a sequel? Didn't think so.



This one was just released on DVD, otherwise no one else would have remembered one of Fred Savage's lesser vehicles. Great ad for Nintendo, though....



This beauty came out in 1987 (again with that year) and features some of the biggest names in movies. Frankenstein, Dracula, Wolf Man....



Michael J. Fox had a busy career in the '80s, but not everything could be a Back To The Future.



Poor Stephen King. Why did everyone in Hollywood think that all of his books needed made into a movie? Sure, King scribbles it on a table napkin, hands it to a movie exec, they wet themselves and shell out $20 million to film it. Yeah; poor guy....



And to top it all off, who deserves to be embarassed for his efforts more than Mister Tom Hanks, ladies and gentlemen!!



And that, of course, is merely the tip of the iceberg. And it has a long way to go till it melts, believe me.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Make-Up Posts Are Always The Best Kind....

As you may have already guessed (if you love me at all), I missed my regularly scheduled post yesterday due to technical dificulties (bad electrical plug - what can I say?). So now, as a pulic service to my several hundred (...okay, THREE) fans out there, I present my second post of the day.

Don't get too used to this; only when I miss a day.

So here we have a short subject from a show known as "Mystery Science Theater 3000". I know, I know...I was supposed to have a continued series on this very subject...but I'm LAZY! Okay?!! Sheesh.

Anyhoo, this is a short subject they lampooned called Circus On Ice. Enjoy it.



There. Now I can start fresh tomorrow...barring any more technical snafus.

Dope out.

-TGWD

WHOOPS! Wha...What Happened? Did I Miss Something?

Okay, I'll admit; I missed one day of posting.

GASP

Now that this has sunk in, I'll explain; My PC's power cord was making a hissing sound last night, indicatng a bad omen, current-wise. So I replaced it this morning and was only able to get on the computer now to explain myself.

So there you go.

Now, to make it up to you, I'll post twice today - yep, TWO posts in one day! Lucky you!

Firstly, let's revisit my favorite type of music ('80s) and a certain facet of such music (Steve Miller Band). It rocks; trust me.



Next post in a little bitty bit.

Dope out.

-TGWD

THE Scariest Television Production Logo Ever Made! EVER!!

Okay, I don't know about any of the rest of you, but the stupidest junk scares me; loud noises, the dark, that kind of stuff. And TV production logos.

Yes, I've expounded on this before and yes, I felt stupid about sharing even then. But I'll have you know that I'm still so scared of those particular logos that I have yet to go back to that particular listing and review the videos again.

There's the familiar ones: The Paramount Blue Mountain Of Doom, The Viacom "V" Of Death, The Screen Gems "S" Of Death and so on. But at the time I'd posted that, there was still to be found the one TV logo that had (and does) still scare me senseless, make me cower behind furniture and run out of the room with my fingers in my ears, singing "la-la-laaaaaaaaaaaa" all the way out.

Welp, I've found it.

And in the interest of ridding myself of these emotional and psychological demons, I now post and share with you, without a doubt, the most harrowing TV logo of them all....

The Mark VII Limited Hammer of Doom.

This is the one; the one that gave me nightmares as a child up to now. I don't know what it is. I can't tell if it's something Freudian or Jungian or some other-ian type of hang up. Maybe it's the grimy, greasy hands that clasp the hammer and dye used. Maybe it's how the hand that holds onto the metal dye kind of tightens its grip before the hammer falls. Maybe it's the piercing "clang"s of the metal on metal. Maybe it's the sinister low-pitched drum roll in the background....

My God; the hair on the back of my neck is creeping as I'm writing about this. I'm such a wimp.

...Or am I? I'm sure there are those of you who were (or are) scared of this evil, wretychedly wicked monstrosity. In any event, this is why, to this day, I will never watch a Jack Webb TV show all the way to the end, lest I should run afoul of my old enemy, The Hammer Of Doom, again.

Okay, I've rambled on long enough about this. It's time to gird up my loins and post this stupid thing and get it out of my system and prove once and for all that there was a method to my wimpery.

...one more minute...

Okay, here's the logo we're all familiar with. (excuse me as I look away...)



For some reason, black and white brings out the creepy quotient even better....



Here is another variation, known as "Shocking Gold". Aptly named (shudder).



And here is a Mark VII logo from Webb's movie Pete Kelly's Blues. If anything, I think this is the scariest one yet.



Okay, that's it! Enough! DON'T MAKE ME POST ANY MORE OF THEM!!!

...uhh...sorry. Dope out.

-TGWD

An Extra-Special Serving Of Disco...

Yes, I'm tired and cranky and yes, you're getting disco for expecting me to keep you entertained, but this posting is something extra-special.

You see, this artist is one of those one-hit wonders from the '70s. Her name is Samantha Sang and the song is "Emotion". It was produced by Barry Gibb (hence the Bee Gee-sounding vibe) and was probably the only thing she is remembered for today.

But why is it so special to me (and hence, to you)? Because they had to go and make a video to go with the song. Remember, this was back before music videos had to have a message - they just needed a face.

...but THIS face??!



Pleasant dreams, sucker.

Dope out.

-TGWD

All Hail The '80s! And Its Music!

Huey Lewis And The News may not be the greatest and/or most important rock band that came out of this era, but it's damn close.

Behold!



Let 'em grow older; they still sound great!

Dope out.

-TGWD

Disco Redux: Blood On The Dance Floor...

Somewhere, I'm sure, they have equated pain, disillusionment, anger and sadness with '70s disco music.

Oh, that's right - it's right here.

Eat the inner turmoil that is Bee Gees, punks!


Ahh...satisfaction.

Dope out.

-TGWD

More "Whose Line" Stuff....

Having received good response to my last "Whose Line Is It Anyway" posting, I thought I'd return the favor by posting a couple more vids from the show, this time with a wider variety of people in it besides Colin and Ryan from before.

First we have a game called "Questionable Impressions", where the guys have to do scenes asking each other only questions while doing impressions each time.

Here's one set in a kitchen....



And another set in a hospital.



This is a game called "Party Quirks", where the host has to guess what the deal is with each host. This one is made extra-special due to Ryan. Just watch and see.



This is one of my favorites: "If You Know What I Mean" - nothing but double-entendres.



And we wrap it up with "Scenes From A Hat" - this is a good one.



Is it any wonder this is my favorite show?

Dope out.

-TGWD

Yet Again With The '80s Music Thing...

Wang Chung. Tonight. Right now, in fact.



Dope out.

-TGWD

Happy Labor Day! Watch Some TV....

Well, I spent my Labor Day like everyone else - vegging out. God Bless America.

Watching TV is an all-American past-time, to be sure, and to celebrate this tradition, let us relive some classic TV moments, shall we?

Here's some up-and-coming shows on NBC's schedule (circa 1980), You may notice 'em (except for "Pink Lady and Jeff")....



Here's another series of commercials from around Christmas time around 1982 (you know, the evolutional period of all humanity); what memories....



Also from 1982, here's a beer commercial featuring rock band The Who, of all people....



Oh, and though I may have shown this one before (bad memory), let us wrap up with Charles Nelson Reilly hawking Bic markers.



Ah yes. Happy Labor Day, all.

Dope out.

-TGWD

Just An Old-Fashioned Cowboy Song...

Now here for your listening pleasure, ladies and germs, are Buck and Larry, courtesy of norboto and AlbinoBlacksheep.

Just click the cowpoke, pardner.














Cute, huh?

Dope out.

-TGWD

WOR-TV...In "RETRO"spective.

Way back when our family got our first satellite dish (you know, the ones as big as a UFO and looked like we should be getting signals from Neptune), I was enarmored with the fact that we could watch TV from anywhere in the world and had access to literally hundreds of movie channels for free! Remember, this was back before they charged for (and scrambled) everything. If I recall, these salad days were around 1983-1987.

But even after that, there were still good channels to watch on a regular basis (Hey, I could still watch The Playboy Channel for awhile, so life was good. ; ).

Then I found the big-city channels (or super-stations) from Chicago (WGN) , Los Angeles (KTLA) , Denver (KWGN) and even Aspen, Colorado (KUSA). And then there was New York City, baby!

My favorite channel was WOR (or WWOR), and I usually watched it intently, especially for their local news reports - oddly, I'm still fascinated by local news stories from other cities. The weather guy always cracked me up with his "HEL_LOOOOOOOO!!!" greetings to different NYC boroughs.

Anyway, there are many things that I've found concerning WOR that bring a smile to my face and a wistful tear to my eye. And make me think of the good old days of satellite TV, when you could still watch ANYTHING.

Remember with me now, won't you?

First we have an intro to their "Million Dollar Movie"; I think they still used this in the '80s....



Here's a commercial block between parts of their "4 O'Clock Movie"...



Crazy Eddie was a fixture in NYC at that time, because of his chain of retail stores, low proces and a tad of scandal that happened later on. You can read about that here. But here's a couple of Crazy Eddie commercials:

Commercial #1...



...and Commercial #2.



Another WOR ficture (and I'm sure for any New York TV channel) were ads for Carvel cakes. Basically, decorated ice cream cakes in unusual shapes. Here's some to give you an idea.

Cookie Chick...



Cupid The Nut...



Cookie Puss and Cookie O'Puss (for St. Patrick's Day, you know)...



and Santa and Chanukah cakes, too!



And to wrap things up, here's the typical RKO Television logo that came at the end of any WOR-produced TV show.



Ah, I wish I had a full tape of just one day in the programming of that station, circa 1984 or '85. The memories....

(wipes away a nostalgic tear)

Dope out.

-TGWD

So Late...So Tired...So WHAT???

(grumble grumble) Too late in the evening...dead tired...(grumble grumble)...don't wanna post anything...(grumble grumble)...even God rested after seven days...(grumble grumble)....

Oh, here:



NOW LET ME GET SOME SLEEP!!

Where was I? Oh yeah - Dope out.

-TGWD