While at the urinal, my thoughts drifted to Leonard Nimoy in a turtleneck sweater
(What follows is my attempt to track down how my brained hyperlinked “taking a piss” to “Leonard Nimoy”.)
So, there I was, standing at the urinal and while I was doing my business, I looked down and noticed a piece of paper in my breast pocket.
That paper contained the number of the people who manage my apartment.
I got that number because I was supposed to give it to Ms. Chin, the lady who sells prepaid load (because she’s looking for a new place).
And I thought about how some names sound better if they were preceded by a “Mrs” rather than a “Ms”; like Mrs. Peel from THE AVENGERS. Which made me wonder if there was ever a Mr. Peel and if he was ever introduced in the show.
The image of Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel flashed in my head. That visual then quickly became the image of another couple from another TV show that was produced in the 60s/70s.
In my head, I could see Leonard Nimoy in a turtleneck sweater and brown jacket and he was with some woman. When I was in grade school, I used to watch Channel 13 in the afternoons and they used to show the same movies over and over again. One of those movies starred Leonard Nimoy as a psychic detective.
A psychic detective! Which is where I probably got the idea for BLASCO: PSYCHIC DETECTIVE, a story I sent to the ABS-CBN script writing contest (and I obviously didn’t win).
So, I Googled: LEONARD NIMOY PSYCHIC DETECTIVE and found out the title of the movie was “Baffled!” and it was a failed pilot for a TV series. Google also pointed out that Nimoy was the host and voice behind the show “In Search Of…”; which had a special episode about (everybody!) PSYCHIC DETECTIVES!
All of which made me realize how those shows somehow now factor into the writing of TRESE.
What’s the point of this entry?
I don’t know.
I’m sorry if you just wasted five minutes of your life because you got suckered into reading my babbling. I can’t give you those five minutes back. At least you’ve learned another piece of useless trivia which you might be able to use to win a bet one of these days.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the men’s room.
(And in case you're wondering how bad BAFFLED! was, here are the opening credits. You just gotta love that soundtrack!)
(What follows is my attempt to track down how my brained hyperlinked “taking a piss” to “Leonard Nimoy”.)
So, there I was, standing at the urinal and while I was doing my business, I looked down and noticed a piece of paper in my breast pocket.
That paper contained the number of the people who manage my apartment.
I got that number because I was supposed to give it to Ms. Chin, the lady who sells prepaid load (because she’s looking for a new place).
And I thought about how some names sound better if they were preceded by a “Mrs” rather than a “Ms”; like Mrs. Peel from THE AVENGERS. Which made me wonder if there was ever a Mr. Peel and if he was ever introduced in the show.
The image of Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel flashed in my head. That visual then quickly became the image of another couple from another TV show that was produced in the 60s/70s.
In my head, I could see Leonard Nimoy in a turtleneck sweater and brown jacket and he was with some woman. When I was in grade school, I used to watch Channel 13 in the afternoons and they used to show the same movies over and over again. One of those movies starred Leonard Nimoy as a psychic detective.
A psychic detective! Which is where I probably got the idea for BLASCO: PSYCHIC DETECTIVE, a story I sent to the ABS-CBN script writing contest (and I obviously didn’t win).
So, I Googled: LEONARD NIMOY PSYCHIC DETECTIVE and found out the title of the movie was “Baffled!” and it was a failed pilot for a TV series. Google also pointed out that Nimoy was the host and voice behind the show “In Search Of…”; which had a special episode about (everybody!) PSYCHIC DETECTIVES!
All of which made me realize how those shows somehow now factor into the writing of TRESE.
What’s the point of this entry?
I don’t know.
I’m sorry if you just wasted five minutes of your life because you got suckered into reading my babbling. I can’t give you those five minutes back. At least you’ve learned another piece of useless trivia which you might be able to use to win a bet one of these days.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the men’s room.
(And in case you're wondering how bad BAFFLED! was, here are the opening credits. You just gotta love that soundtrack!)
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