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The MAD Magazine Three-Minute Interview:

11 Nov

from March 23, 2007

The MAD Magazine Three-Minute Interview:

By The Usual Gang of Idiots.

MAD: Hey! Nothing better to do today?

BMJ: Better than this? I love MAD! No matter how old I get I’ll still have the sense of humor of an impressionable 5-year old.

MAD: Well, that leads us to our first question. We’ve read all your stuff, and there’s not one, not one single fart joke. What’s up with that?

BMJ: Jeez, I don’t know. It’s like all I do at home is make stupid fart jokes. I don’t know why I never wrote any into my blogs. God knows I farted enough during the writing of the blogs!

MAD: Let’s keep all that inside today, OK?

BMJ: Do my best.

MAD: So what’s your favorite sound effect?

BMJ: There was an old Don Martin gag with Wonder Woman. I won’t give away the kicker, but the sound effect was “snik! PLOOB-A-DOOF!”

MAD: Don Martin was a genius.

BMJ: I can only hope to make sounds like that.

MAD: Back on the fart thing again?

BMJ:
No, no, I mean in my writing. Of course, nothing beats a good old-fashioned 60’s-style Batman POW! Or ZAP!

MAD: But there’s another side to your writing, some things that most people may not know about. 

BMJ: Back about 4 years ago, I wrote a series of profiles of internet entrepreneurs for Inside Wire Magazine. It was my first serious writing, and it opened my eyes to the rigors of publishing and deadlines. It ran for 19 installments and I was up for a Nebie Award.

MAD: Who cares about that? Let’s talk about your “Southern Sojourn” blog. Don’t like the South much?

BMJ: I love the South.

MAD: No you don’t. You also wrote some nasty things about your southern ancestors.

BMJ: (Shrugs his shoulders) I may poke some fun at the South.

MAD: Afraid of losing Southern readers?

BMJ: Nobody knows how to read down South.

MAD: For the record, MAD Magazine loves the south.

BMJ: You sell most of your magazines in the Northeast, right?

MAD: Mostly there and on the West Coast. (Except for New Jersey.)

BMJ: So let’s just say that I love the Northeast! And the West Coast!

MAD: That’s just a cheat pop!

BMJ: Learned from the best, Mick Foley.

MAD: He was featured in issue 307, The Lighter Side of Pro Wrestling.

BMJ: I’ve got that issue!

MAD: Talk to Fonebone out front. He handles refunds.

BMJ: (laughter)

MAD: It says here that you are “the night shift crew chief at Big Irv’s Tractor Repair.” That’s just BS, right?

BMJ: It doesn’t say that.

MAD: It’s right here!

BMJ: Where did you find that?

MAD: It’s in your official bio.

BMJ: It also says somewhere that I’m a liar.

MAD: No it doesn’t.

BMJ: See?

MAD: It also says that you are a rabbinical scholar.

BMJ: Yeah, well, that part’s true.

MAD: So what would the Torah say about your “alter-ego”?

BMJ: My what?

MAD: Mr. Know-It-All.

BMJ: Lets’ not talk about him. Let’s talk about sound effects again.

MAD: Boink!

BMJ! Wham!

MAD: SCHOOOOM!

BMJ: BAD-A-BORMFF!

MAD: Now you’ve gone too far. Take that back.

BMJ: Sorry.

MAD: You also do some movie reviews and we laughed out loud at your Pirates of the Caribbean review.

BMJ: Thanks! I’m going to be Gene Shalit when I grow up.

MAD: Someone has to be. You already have the moustache.

BMJ: It’s removable!

MAD: But in your movie reviews you don’t draw goofy pictures like we do.

BMJ: It’s a blog. I only write.

MAD: So you admit that your blog is inferior to Mad Magazine?

BMJ: My blog sucks. Ask any of my so-called “readers.”

MAD: So why are we wasting time on you? It’s almost time for our Roger Kaputnik interview. He’s getting a two-page spread.

This is Mad Magazine. Back to “Monroe and the Great Pharmacy Mix Up.”

From December 3, 2002

9 Nov

from January 5, 2007

When writing my last blog, I remembered the following short piece that I wrote back in 2002. Some of you may have already read it. I originally wrote this while I was supposed to be doing something else entirely in Deb Freeman’s New York City Writing Project. It later resurfaced in Raphael Sugarman’s “journalism class.” Some of you  will remember that as the class where I was sexually harassed by a beret-wearing Canadian.

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So who says that we have to write in the “King’s English”? Long after language was invented, yet long before either the King or his English was born, people managed to communicate.

Think about it. Where would the ancient Sumerians be today if they couldn’t carve “Danger: Lion!” on a piece of bark? Or how many marriages would have ended if wives couldn’t etch “bring home a quart of milk” on a note in their husband’s stone-age briefcases? OK, bad example.

Anyway, who would really like to write like a Sumerian or a Babylonian? All their words looked like little flags fluttering in a strong wind, and today semaphore is a lost art. Unless you are landing an F-16 on the deck of a carrier, and then you’d better watch your pitch or you’ll wind up in the drink and end up like those Sumerians.

The Egyptians had it right. They combined art and language in a way no other culture before or since has done. Look at any Egyptian tablet: Soaring eagles, one-eyed dancing girls, and pictures of owls perched in trees. All that just to say “men’s room.” What more could you want? Really, the best writers in Egypt had to be the best artists too. I imagine that whole wars must have started over whether Set drew an eagle or a phoenix, thus insulting the Pharaoh’s daughter when all he wanted was directions to the next oasis. Think of it- we say a picture is worth a thousand words but they have us beat. Sure, Hemmingway wrote The Sun Also Rises, but Amon-Ra and Tet actually showed the sun rising! But who studies them in college?

Fear not- the Pharaoh lives! Maybe not in all of his Sphinx-like splendor, but his influence continues. The trend in popular culture is, again, to show it, not write it. Why else do we have song titles like “4 love of $”? And what about those smiling emoticons that let geeks see each other smiling or laughing without ever having to actually see them smiling or laughing? I may not know what an eagle-headed god followed by a scroll represents, but I sure know that a colon and a close- parenthesis is a smiley face.

All that is missing is the artistry. I’m sure that somebody will work it back in. Add some hair to the smiley face. Create a montage of images. Say goodbye to words and hello to hieroglyphics. So I’ll just sign off now.