Mr. B's Mailbag

07.08.04 (6:26 am)   [edit]
[b]Mr. Belvedere is dead. He communicates via ouija board with Craig a few times a week. Craig then types out what Mr. Belvedere has to say, the end result being this blog. Please do not freak out--Mr. Belvedere only haunts people who did not like his show.[/b]

"Greetings fellow bloggers! Let's dive into my bag of mail and see what happens!"

[b]Dear Mr. B,

First of all, I just want to say that I love your show! They never should have taken it off the air, well, at least until after you died! My question is two-fold. First, does it piss you off that Nick at Nite has "Who's the Boss?" on now instead of your show, and two, if you had kicked the bucket during the run of your show like John Ritter, would they have kept the show going like they have with "8 Simple Rules"?

Curious in Connecticut[/b]


[i]Dear Curious,

Thank you for your nice compliment. I am not sure what to say about "Who's the Boss". Actually, I do know what to say--it sucks. Tony Danza as a housekeeper? PLEASE! That's like Pamela Anderson playing a brainiac on Jeopardy.

As for your rather morbid question, if I had died while the show was still in production, I suppose they would have had a rather lengthy period of mourning, perhaps a tribute or two or three and then a few years of re-runs, as the cast and our legions of fans would have been, no-doubt in shock. After that, they may have considered a reunion show, but since I carried everyone in our cast, I doubt it would have gone over well.

I must go now and tend to my crumpets. Mum hates it when I overcook them--she says it gives her hives.

--Mr. B[/i]

Mr. B's Mailbag

07.02.04 (8:37 pm)   [edit]
[i]Mr. Belvedere is dead. He communicates via ouija board with Craig a few times a week. Craig then types out what Mr. Belvedere has to say, the end result being this blog. Please do not freak out--Mr. Belvedere only haunts people who did not like his show.[/i]

"Greetings bloggers! Let's dive into my mailbag and see what happens!"

[b]Dear Mr. Belvedere,

Last night I cooked a great dinner for my husband Donald. I made a wonderful Duck with orange sauce and steamed broccoli with brown rice. I also dressed up in my finest dress and shaved my legs (all the way up too). When he got home, he looked at the dinner and got really angry. Things were tense for a bit, but he later cooled down and we ate and even fooled around a little on the kitchen island. I guess my question is, why would he go off because I made duck? Help me Mr. B!!

Confused in California.[/b]


[i]Dearest Confused,

Your husband's name is Donald and you made Duck. You do the math. On a lighter note, I once had sex on an island, but it had sandy beaches and the best Mai Tai's you have ever tasted. The chamber maid wasn't all that bad either!

--Mr. B[/i]