And here’s the low-budget puppet theatre version. All I can say after watching this is: I’ve worked with smaller budgets.

George Takei saying, “You are… a douche bag.”

Thank you, Louis C.K. Thank you for the return of comic as moralist — Jonathan Swift would be proud — and thank you for being so right about this in particular. I think I’ll share this with Milt & Edie’s.

Thanks to Rich Roesberg for letting me know about this.

I’ve adopted the voice and speaking style of the Dowager Countess from “Downton Abbey” in all communications with my 9-year-old. Give the kid credit: He’s playing along.

My friend Joe is a really really great guy. So tomorrow I’m going to withdraw $189 million from one of my accounts and buy him these Titanic artifacts.  I do hope that no one goes up to $190 million in this auction, though, because Joe is a big Titanic fan, and $190 million is a little out of my reach.

And, actually, maybe I shouldn’t have posted this here, because now you might beat me to it.

Some years ago, by the way, I bought Joe one of the Titanics shown in the video below. I’m sure its sinking was every bit as memorable as the one shown in the video, and while it could in no way capture the tragedy of the original, it had one distinct advantage: as a tub toy, it was sinkable again and again and again.

In which Sammy Davis, Jr. hums up some new song in a period video for Suntory.

Quick quiz: Which made Suntory seem more hep? a) Getting featured as the product Bill Murray’s character endorses in “Lost in Translation”? b) Sammy Davis, Jr.’s sweat stains in this video?

(Or not.)

For years, I have been a fervent admirer of the zine called Duplex Planet. In each issue, David Greenberger interviews old people (originally, the residents of the Duplex Nursing Home) on subjects they seem to have little understanding of. You haven’t truly lived until you’ve heard the aging and the baffled debate the qualities of chipmunks vs. squirrels (both real and animated).

I just stumbled across this interview by a man determined to share his love of comic books, but coming square up against someone with perhaps the world’s foremost comic-book phobia. The depths of his man’s antipathy for the four-color printed page cannot be fully plumbed; suffice it to say, there is something darkly Freudian down there. After the interviewer easily strips away all his protests with the force of logic, the refusals become increasingly determined as well as (I can’t resist) wonderfully comic. Here’s the interview. It’s so bizarre, it seems straight out of Duplex Planet.

And what did I do after reading this? Read a comic book, of course.

I have a friend in his 80’s who was a CIA spy. During the Korean war, the agency dropped him behind enemy lines to do field reconnaissance. He hasn’t shared much more of it than that, but I’m hoping he’s going to. With the recent release of a new filmed version of “Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy,” I got what I thought was the brilliant idea of taking him, and some other friends, to see the movie, and then out for a drink afterward where we could hear from an actual former spy what it was like to work for a spy agency during the Cold War. The only thing is, this event is proving impossible to schedule; my friend and I are both available, but we can’t seem to get a night that works for our other friends. One guy is president of his school’s PTA and has a meeting on Tuesday night; I’m watching my kids on Monday night; someone else doesn’t have Wednesday night — I don’t think James Bond ever had these problems.

Speaking of Mr. Bond, it’s worth noting that my friend has none of the qualities cinematically associated with spies. Rather than a roguish charm, he has the demeanor of an affable shoe salesman. Which, I would think, would make for a better spy:  someone who could really blend in. (Not, I realize, in North Korea.)

More to follow on this, perhaps, assuming we get to see the movie.