The first thing you notice about getting to the office of Isaac A. Zimba is when you get in the elevator in the lobby of his building it goes sidways instead of up or down. Then when you get to the "floor" number you push, it's a theme suite like polynesian getaway or scaled down replica of the old Polo Grounds and Isaac greets you when the door opens. Last time there, we talked about the shroud of turin and when Nicholson wore a 50s football helmet in Easy Rider. The exit routine with Zimba is you close your eyes and turn counter clockwise two times and you find yourself in a rickshaw being pulled bu Efrem Zimbalist, Jr. who takes you to your next destination. The morphasizing of Zimba to Zimbalist is so noted. Zimba, you may not know, was the stand in for the guy who Forrest Gump played ping pong with in China but ever since Katie Couric left CBS New there's nothing to grieve about. So taking a cue from Tiger Woods ex-caddie, I tweeted a .jpg of Zimba when he and I drove in the Baja 500 in a Datsun and damn near withered from dehydration. But I digress, Zimba keeps stalling me on the final papers for the IPO on our LLP which has patented a mirror containing a voice activated flat screen with wi-fi. I think I'll go all Tootsie next time I peg him down at his office because his bullshit sweetens when he thinks he might get laid. Meantime, I think I'll sign up for the podcast of the behind-the-scenes of Shatner making the video of Bohemian Rhapsody. Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango!