Drained the pool yesterday. It has only been twenty-some years since we last did it. According to our pool guy, you're supposed to do it every four years. Had to rent a pump from Home Depot ($35) but it did the job. Filling slowly as you read this.
And, as I mentioned, I cleaned all weekend, throwing away a ton of reference materials, but then balked at these two items:
The Third Draft of The Batman script by Sam Hamm (1988) and The Comics Journal (1980), which has an ad for the "13th Annual Comic Art Convention" at the Statler Hilton, held over the fourth of July weekend in 1980. It was here I saw Iggy Pop, met sci fi legend Harlan Ellison who famously said, "People criticize sci fi as being 95% crap, but 95% of everything is crap."
Words I have long remembered. Speaking of crap, I watched The Wild One (1953) yesterday. Pretty weak movie, really, although it's the first biker flick and on that scale it's in the Gone With The Wind stratosphere. Loved the costume on Johnny (Marlon Brando) and dug the waitress, which led, indirectly to this series of sketches:
Okay, now we get into the Wild One poaching. Great waitress in the film. Love the 1950s look.
“If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn’t lead anywhere.”
—Frank A. Clark
