MY FRIEND PHIL is in Omaha.

THERE HE SAW THIS YOUNG MAN reading an important book.

OBSERVATIONS ABOUND, such as

A) THIS WONDERFUL BOOK IS STILL IN PRINT
B) PEOPLE IN OMAHA GIVE PRINT BOOKS THE THUMBS UP
C) BRUCE’S PAPERBACK IS SO MUCH INCREDIBLY LONGER THAN MINE (which comes out Nov 3, by the way).

WHICH IS TO SAY, Bruce really wrote the boomstick out of that book, and I am glad for him.

That is all.
POST SCRIPT: “JAMES” from the comments also observes the obvious: “D) OMAHA COFFEE HOUSES DO NOT ALLOW READERS TO SIT INSIDE.”

WHY DID NONE OF YOU TELL ME about the return of John Sellers’s BRUCE CAMPBELL WATCH?

I REALIZE NOW what a mistake it was to go internetless this summer.

NEVER AGAIN.

MEANWHILE, please tell Sellers to keep it up.

That is all.

I TEMPORARILY INTERRUPT this long, sustained silence on this imitation blog to say:

BRUCE CAMPBELL

BRUCE CAMPBELL

BRUCE CAMPBELL

NOW THAT I’VE GOT your search engine’s attention, let me point out that:

IT IS TRUE that I once was Bruce Campbell’s literary agent, and in that capacity it was my job to occasionally…

A) ACCOMPANY Bruce to horror movie conventions;

B) TAKE HIM TO RESTAURANTS, including the old-old Shopsin’s, in order to eat for free;

and C) CON MY FRIEND and colleague John Sellers into running a regular feature on Bruce in the pages of TIME OUT NEW YORK, a weekly magazine devoted to stopping time here in New York City.

(I ALSO SOLD Bruce’s first book, though given the advance I got for it, “SOLD” is a kind word. Luckily, Bruce was always kind, and he also made up it all up in royalties and awesomeness.)

NOW SELLERS HAS DUG UP the entire archive of BRUCE CAMPBELL WATCH ‘98, documenting its brief-but-bright, mayfly like life in print, and including…

THIS PHOTO OF BRUCE, who very gamely dropped by the TONY office’s after our Shopsin’s lunch to trash Sellers’s desk and, as you can see, visably disapprove of his portable CD player, once again proving that:

BRUCE CAMPBELL SAW THE DEATH OF HARD MEDIA coming from a mile away.

That is all.

(POST SCRIPT) if you look closely, you will also see The Big Brett Martin looking uncharacteristically ungrumpy. You will also see John Sellers making a joke about “Nick Freno, Licensed Teacher.” RIP Mitch Mullany.