Well, dear readers, can you believe it? I am having trouble believing it myself and yet you and the likes of me had better believe it because it is true: This is the final day of July. And that means that tomorrow will be the first day of August and it is my fervent hope and prayer that August will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.
Yesterday was a day filled with, well, I don’t know what it was filled with, really, but it moved right along and I can’t remember anything bad happening, so that’s a plus, perhaps even a plus-and-a-half. First of all, I finally had a great night’s beauty sleep of nine hours. Once up, I did all my morning things that I do, and by the time said things were done it was time to have a spot of lunch. For my spot of lunch I had a cup of chicken corn chowder, which I did not finish, and I had a chili, cheese and onion omelet, which I also did not finish – partially because I think my stomach has been shrinking a bit, and mostly because there was, once again, no discernible cheese in the damn omelet. I don’t know about you, but I like a little discernible cheese in my chili, cheese and onion omelet. Discernible Cheese – that’s the title of my next novel. After the spot of lunch, I picked up a spot of mail – one package to be exact. Then I came home.
Once home, I buckled down, Winsocki and organized the mountain of junk that has been building up in the dining room – I got it all out of there and now the dining room is clean as a whistle and let me tell you my whistle is always clean as a dining room. That took quite some time. I then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched two motion pictures on Netflix. The first was entitled Attraction, a perfectly dreadful “thriller” from the year 2000 (I think). The only person I really knew in the film was Gretchen Mol, who I like. But the story was so convoluted and so poorly told and the direction was horrendously bad and of course it was a direct to video release. I then watched the second motion picture, which was entitled Rubberneck. Rubberneck, whose title makes not one iota of sense to what I watched, was a glacially-paced something or other – mood piece – indie thing – character study thing – written and directed and starring a fellow named Alex Karpovsky, who is on some TV thing called Girls that I’ve never heard of. He was fine, but the eighty-two minute film seems an hour longer than it really is and it just kind of goes along. It of course begins with the ubiquitous “inspired by true events” although, from what I could glean, most of it was made up and it was just the central idea of a one-night stand and how it makes one of the people obsessed with the other (the man for the woman) that was used. So, not really inspired by true events. As one critic pointed out, the minute you see that line in the opening you can be sure someone will be killed halfway through the film. I think that’s mostly accurate. I did like the actors, especially a lady named Dakota Shepard, who did a very nice job as a down-to-earth prostitute. I was also happy to see that she had a body double for all the character’s nudity. Good for her.
I did a one-and-a-half mile jog, just nibbled on a few low-cal snacks as the evening went by, and did some work on the computer, as well as had a few telephonic calls. It was a non-stressful day, which is always nice.
Today, I have the early meeting that I don’t really want to go to – so please send all your excellent vibes and xylophones that it go the way I would like it to go. If, even after five minutes, I see that it isn’t going that way I am prepared to call a halt to it and leave. After that, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, do a jog of some sort, then we have our second Kritzerland rehearsal, then I’m supping with Jenna Lea Rosen and her ever-lovin’ mom, Heather. We’ll have to go somewhere fun.
Tomorrow, not sure what the HELL is happening, but I know I have some stuff to get done. Saturday is our stumble-through and Sunday is our sound check and show. Then we begin finalizing the big four-year anniversary show – we’re almost fully cast – just one more woman and I have an idea who I’d like that to be. We have one guest star already set and we’ll likely have another, and I’m also casting a four-person ensemble who will do the What If numbers. It will be a big shew, as Mr. Ed Sullivan would say.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a morning meeting that will hopefully go well (send those excellent vibes and xylophones), hopefully pick up packages, jog, have a rehearsal and sup. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could go live in one other country other than the one in which you live, where would it be and why would you choose that country? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping that the final day of July is a good one and that there will be discernible cheese.