Only happy thoughts today!

Even though we’re all now down in Level 5.

I said last Friday, I think, that this would be the first of three bad weeks. I end with a more balanced look than I had earlier in the week, possibly because I muted the misery-megaphone of Twitter, and paid selected attention to some news stories that were calm, measured, and had promising stories. Ignored the people who seemed spun up with trivial concerns from the Before Times. They’re like people nattering about the line of succession in the College of Augurs while Rome is being sacked.

(Rome is not being sacked, BTW. The treasury, well, we can argue about that.)

There will be an accounting and a sorting after this, and it’s going to be global and spectacular, and the arrangement that results will not look like the arrangement that preceded it. But that’s for another day. Today: Daughter made bread!

I had organized some yeast yesterday, but we were low on flour. I drove to the store while she dashed in, and there was none to be had, except for the gluten-free alternatives which are now somehow available in bounteous abundance. Turns out we had enough for half the recipe, though, and the original recipe produced an enormous amount of bread. So. The find heartening scent of fresh bread in the house, the lashing rain making inside feel cozy, and the strenuous lifting of tension by executive decree - it made for a fine day.

Did my work. Watched “Duck Soup,” since I’m going to watch the classic Marx Brothers while in semi-isolation. It has its moments. (I love the Marx Brothers, but I’m not going to pretend a lot of that stuff doesn’t work anymore, have anyone but Groucho say those lines and it’s wheezy corn.) Listened to old radio shows. Worked on websites. Made supper.

Ordinary, except for, you know.

Not the best time to launch a premium product, but sucfh things are hard to predict. "Should we hold off on our fancy water launch? I'm hearing rumors of a bad bug coming out of China."

"Uh - no?"

I don't expect they'd get Steve Coogan to endorse it, but I can imagine the ads.

It's Coke's answer to Bubly, if you're wondering. No one of the strange hybrid flavors looks appealing. Not one.

Also: what flavors Coke you got?

Here's something to make a graphic designer wince. Different styles for the product's name, because there's a promotion.

Seeing things like this seems peculiar these days. You think a Troll movie? Who cares? Who has time for that nonsense? Why did we waste time on that nonsense in the first place?

Work goes on. Nicollet Hotel block: Now we're seeing some progress.

Just a few structures sticking up over the ground level - which means a tremendous amount of stuff underground you'll never see.

The tower across the street is harder to shoot right now, and there's nothing to see.

Oh okay if you insist.

Could almost be a site for abstract sculpture - except that you know it's not, because the site is full of people doing useful things, not standing around trying to look contemplative.

More de-shrouding of the Public Services Building.

The vaunted transparency of the building is looking less and less likely.

You know, I think I'm going to change that tagline.

  If I'm reading the translation correctly, it's the "If You Like Lace" series, designed by graphic artist Éva Zombory. "Csipke" is lace.

Translated wikipedia:

Between 1945 and 1947 he attended the Medical Faculty of Pázmány Péter University, then from 1947 to 1948 he was a student at the Hungarian College of Applied Arts . From 1960 until his death, he mainly dealt with stamp design. He regularly received work from Magyar Post for the production of various commemorative and stamp series.

He died in 1998, if it's a he and not a she. I have to trust the Google.

Actually no, I don't.

Lance is just hanging back, taking the 30,000 ft view:

They had programs?

Solution is here.



This year, as I noted before, we're looking at the Dragnet Pretenders - the cop shows that came along after Webb's paradigm-altering reinvention of the police drama. Realism was in! That meant weary cops and gritty scenes and people talking over each other.



I wouldn't say this was one of the best, but it's competent. Elliot Lewis, top radio ace, was charged with whipping up a Dragnet-style show.




Every show started with Sgt. Greb reading the same script, and reading it in a way that suggested he'd said a few times.




Basic music to take us into the break.




Dreary closing music, with an ad for other CBS shows.



The problem? The line-up that started each show didn't seem to have any connection whatsoever to the story that followed.

You expected that it would, but it didn't. Also, every other show seemed to have Howard McNear. Don't get me wrong, he's always great, but he's always Howard McNear. How these shows got away with using the same voices over and over is something I've never figured out.


It's Moondoggie, for some. For me, he'll always be Vic Fontaine, on ST: DS9.





Darren guest starred on an episode of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea as an Android Omar, that was produced by Irwin Allen. Allen then cast Darren in the lead of a series, as impulsive scientist and adventurer Tony Newman on the science fiction series, The Time Tunnel (1966–1967)

Android Omar?




From the early 50s: a new advance in beer-bottle tech! Sounds wasteful to modern ears, doesn't it.

We made it through the week; good for us. On to the next, he said, as if that sounded resolute or anything when it's just stating the obvious.




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