Douglas Arthur, the host of the show, runs a laid back, conversational style of show. He picks a topic and a guest to join the conversational and just let’s the chat go where it will. Our reviewer seemed to expect something else.
It was recently brought to my attention from a “critic of a critic” that I needed to listen to other episodes of “Assault of the 2-Headed Space Mules” to gain proper perspective — if I was so inclined to critique. Well, I didn’t quite do that. Instead, I was afforded the wondrous dimension of outtakes material to the installment I did actually review.
The presentation starts out grossly enough with host, Douglas Arthur, announcing that he “just had some milk and is all phlegmy.” Feeling a need for immediate spiritual redemption, he acknowledges the birth of a baby girl from one of the unpaid assets of his production; you know, the otherwise downtrodden pariah type that serves Doug in the capacity of co-host, sound technician, and cyber janitor. I couldn’t tell you if the poor fool’s name was John Curtis or Curt Johnson, but isn’t that just the man’s most imaginative quality to contribute to the realm of the unknown?
*Paraphrasing* Penelope Raven is her name…and if I know John well enough, which really isn’t too well, *chuckle chuckle* I’d say her middle name was nominated in honor of–” some ridiculous sci-fi character of the ’80s. Hey Doug, if your indispensable bud, let’s say, had a boy with any portion of the word “Nimrod” in his new title, you might have had a worthy reference point there.
Shortly arriving thereafter was a useful bit of annexity [new word], at least for the purposes of satisfying my own curiosity: In the original airing, Dr Dim was complimented early on for his factoid knowledge of the TV cult classic “In Search of…” Doc glossed over the praise in a sort of matter-of-fact way that made me a tad suspicious; quickly, I pulled up the Wikipedia entry and found myself reading along with Dim — verbatim. I failed to mention this in the original critique because — really — there were more certain failures to muse on.
However, in this particular revelation of chatter, Dim does disclose the implementation of Wiki; I guess the only question now being: did he know the admission would be edited and thereby sought to pass off a deceptive Rainman-like prowess, or was he acting with the understanding that his information was being supplemented to the public by means of external source? The tricks of the trade, I tell ya! (In Jim’s defense, I should have acknowledged that I thought it rather amusing that he considered “Omni” (magazine) as the gateway to porn in Doug’s case in the edited version; when one considers that Bob Guccione married the publisher of that magazine (as was so mentioned), it truly proves to be a fine piece of both informative & entertaining broadcast!
Another point brought out in this late-arriving-to-the-scene recording was that Jim was not actually a debunker. These were Jim’s words himself, and I don’t disagree, for debunking implies real work — like due diligence enacting disciplined focus.
But I can’t really marvel at the fact that these modest gents gave mention that they were Marvel (comic) fans, even though I was one myself. Too often times, there is a tendency for comic enthusiasts to stress they were strictly Marvel readers (as opposed to Detective Comics, aka DC) as a declaration of intellectual status. And although Dim did concede he was a Batman [being of DC domain] supporter, I can’t atol [another new word] recall why. I think that’s where the alpha waves intervened in the good name of relief. Who knows what batty explanation he had for that lone departure in genre, and may that remain another unsolved mystery!
There was, believe it or not, one part of this outtake compilation that I thought had some magnificent potential: Doug mentioned that his father was a hospital administrator who used to bring home a slew of comics from one of the commercial outlets within the grounds when he was a boy. He went on to speculate that his dad probably got a significant break in price as multitudes of comics sat on the rack and progressed into the ranks of newly-backdated materials. I would have really loved to have heard what titles these comics ranged from, what years they represented, and what became of all that then-junk! I didn’t get any of that — but a bad fukn segue, doooooooooood!