Newsday TV Book, October 23-29, 1977.

Just getting this one in at the last minute, literally! (Okay, it was two minutes.) I've had the page scans ready for ages, then completely forgot about it! Let's face it: I'm bad at my job. Like most people!

The cover of this week's edition features an entertainer called Bob Hope. For the youngsters, he was a guy we used to laugh at, but gradually we learned that he wasn't overly funny. Then he died, and since his death he's gotten even less funny, for various reasons.

For what it's worth, he sure gave the world a lot of nose jokes, and this cover story by Bill Kaufman begins with one. His mom had the same hacky writers?

In the TV Line, CBT TCB (that means "Carol Burton Terry Takes Care of Business").
And to N.L. of my hometown of Plainview: I don't have an issue here, really, but Clark Brandon was an odd-looking dude! What do you need to know about a kid who looks like the hospital staff in the Twilight Zone episode "Eye of the Beholder"? I mean, providing you were an eight-year-old girl, N.L., I bet there were adorable, age-appropriate fellas all around you that you never gave the damn time of day t--oh, maybe I do have an issue.

Cable TV Highlights for the early adopters. Man, check out the movies you were getting for your money, like... uh, and the specials starring the likes of, um... hey, there's a shitload of hockey!

It's fun to check out all the public affairs programming aired by local stations in the wee morning hours. And trust me, if you were never up early enough to see it, looking at these listings is way more fun than actually attempting to watch any of it. Also, the noseless preggo fashionista so familiar to these old guides is carrying low but lookin' fine in some high boots. She single?

The Tuesday evening page has a feature on the show Mulligan's Stew, which I always confused with The Fitzpatricks, primarily because they were the same fucking show. (The key difference being that The Fitzpatricks had Morlock-faced Clark Brandon, to its great detriment).
I suspect the entire Earth Shoe inventory needed to go because of those pesky truth-in-advertising laws, which mandated that the illustration in the ad should look like an actual Earth Shoe.

Interesting stuff on Wednesday afternoon, but the annual Otto appearance at Hicks (see last issue too, although it's the exact same ad so you're not missing anything) was always an attention grabber.

A Friday page brings some Viskupic concept art for a TV Movie about parenting and the related emotional turmoil. Visk draws a pudgy baby as the representation of our feelings and you'd think it might be sweetly touching... but no, it's Viskupic so it's just creepy as hell.

At first glance, I read "Cosmedi Hair" in that upper ad as "Comedi Hair." Much closer to the truth.

Friday night pets n' stuff. Glad to see Old Mill Farms wasn't a puppy adoption place.

And now, all day Saturday. Look for: the early Christmas sale at the bicycle shop across from the porno palace; Viskupic's space piano; a bartender I totally would have embarrassed myself by hitting on in my socializing drinky-poo days; and a typing exercise phrase strangely employed to remind you the clocks are changing. (Always a good night in the drinky-poo days--an extra hour of boozing or recovering, depending on how you chose to look at it.)

Finally, your sports and specials, and the Crosswords with a weird wax-etching-looking ad for Weight Loss Centers "Undiet."

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