RIP Wally

So this happened.

I have many memories of KDOC.  Channel 56 on the pre-cable dial, it broadcast out of Anaheim (home of Disneyland, the Los Angeles California Angels of Anaheim or whatever the hell the baseball team is called now, and (technically speaking) me from about 3-18 (although culturally I was a native of neighboring Placentia, due to odd school-district gerrymandering)).

As I recall, back in the 80s their programming consisted of:

  • Reruns of Combat, an early 60’s WWII show starting Vic Morrow, who John Landis later beheaded with a helicopter, presumably as a sacrifice to some eldritch deity.
  • Reruns of Dark Shadows, later murdered by Tim Burton.
  • Request Video in the afternoon after-school hours.
  • Vietnamese programming all day Sunday
  • (possibly some non-Vietnamese Jesus shows late Sunday night as well).

And then the channel’s highlight, produced at their own studio: Hot Seat with Wally George.

Hot Seat aired every Saturday night at 11pm.  Basically, Wally was a hardcore Republican talk show host (though mostly it was for show; I’m not sure anyone knows how much his actual political beliefs tracked with his stage beliefs).  Some of the show’s more interesting guests included GWAR, The Mentors, and Rick Dees (Los Angeles area DJ and artist behind the smash 1976 hit Disco Duck), who broke* a chair across Wally’s back.  Mostly, though, he had a number of recurring guests; the Reverend Bud Green, who advocated smoking pot for Jesus (or something like that) was a mainstay, as was a college professor who my dad recognized, as he had taken his class on the History of the American Presidents**.

Wally would whip the audience into a frenzy, yelling at his guests while the audience cheered and chanted “Wally! Wally!” or booed and chanted “Sick! Sick! Sick!” after Wally called a guest sick, one of his favorite put-downs.  Later in the show Wally would give the number to call for free tickets to be in the audience; giving the area code 714, he would then repeatedly yell 999, to which the audience would respond 5000!

Needless to say, it was a great show to watch while high and/or drunk.

For a while, Wally also had a half-hour call-in show on weekdays.  It ran in the late afternoon, conveniently providing all the local high-school kids enough time to come home from school and get high before crank-calling*** him.

Anyways, Wally George is dead and KDOC sucks now.

* This was totally fake as fuck bullshit.

** According to my dad, the semester consisted of anti-war rants, anti-capitalist rants, pro-communism rants, and occasionally turning all the lights out and listening to rock music.  At the end of the semester, the professor said, “I have to give you a grade, so turn something in.”  My dad’s 20 page paper on John Quincy Adams, which I cribbed from heavily for my own high-school report on John Quincy Adams, earned him an A.

*** I haven’t gone through all of these videos, but I’m sure some of the calls are either from me or people I know.

Happy Fuck 2012 Night

I had to work today so I’m starting my drinking kind of late.

I’ve got a bunch of large bottles of beer in the fridge, still wrapped in paper bags from the store, and will be pulling things out at random and consuming them throughout the evening. Meanwhile Mrs. KPTL and her parents will be watching kids movies until Master KPTL Jr. falls asleep, at which point my MiL will probably put on QVC or some shit like that.

Anyways, the important thing is I’ll be drinking. I’m just finishing up a 22 of Pike Brewing Auld Acquaintance Hoppy Holiday Ale.

Update: now drinking something called Antigoon. May need to take this to Defcon.

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Update 2: now drinking some Hangar 24 Local Fields Warmer (from Redlands, California, “Inland Empire” shithole and hometown of founding members of Kevorkian Death Cycle and BOL). Strong Ale brewed with maple syrup, spruce, and cinnamon.

BTW, I would like to mention that Hanger 24 is suspiciously suddenly “big” – I never heard of them a year ago, now they appear to be everywhere in large quantities. They also had a giant truck at the recent winter beer festival I attended (the “OC Brew Ho Ho”), rivaling the giant tent by Stone. Odd.

Update 3: Chatoe Rogue First Growth 19 Original Colonies Mead (brewed with Jasmine). Brewed using 5 ingredients: Rogue Hopyard Honey, Wild Flower Honey, Jasmine Silver Tip Green Tea Leaves, Champagne Yeast & Free Range Coastal Water. According to the bottle. Tastes like honey minus the sweetness.

Update 4: the young Master KPTL is out, and we’re watching whatever the fuck crap people have put on. Meanwhile, I am finally getting around to reading Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain.

Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter-faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living. Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food.

Update 5: Everyone but me has gone to bed. The Twilight Zone Marathon is on, but I just barely missed To Serve Man, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, and Talking Tina. Fuck.

Update 6: Clock has ticked past mid-night in my time-zone, making it now 2013, so happy new year. I’m going to crack open a bottle of Upright Seven that I purchased past the security line at PDX last time I was in Portland and watch a few DVR’d episodes of the Looney Toons Show.

Update 7: Goddamn, Upright Seven is foamy as fuck.