Well, dear readers, my quandary about whether to gab about something or not to gab, continues. I was almost ready to do it in these here notes and just get it out in the open, but not yet. Sorry to be so enigmatic, but you’ll understand why if I do speak up. I hope you’ll also understand if the decision becomes not to. To gab or not to, that is the question. Anyway, it’s late and I must write these here notes and get them posted, although it’s clear they’ll go up a bit late. Decisions, decisions. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I did watch a motion picture although there was no ranch in it. It was the fifth one of that six giallo movies thing. This one was pretty dire. Directed poorly by the son of Antonio Margheriti, it’s got a terrible script, and doesn’t feel like a giallo. The lead gal is American but is not very good – but she seems to work a lot – Katrina Law – and is a regular on one of those NCIS things, but who knows how big that part is? The leading man is Eyetalian and the son of actor Giancarlo Giannini. Classic giallos are very lean and mean – they don’t amble along, they don’t pad or waste time. This was called Under Protection, although the original title was The Bodyguard. Like the others, it runs ninety-three minutes but it seemed endless. Well, one more to go and that one’s on Tubi. Tubi or not Tubi, that is the question. Prior to that, I was up around seven after six hours of sleep, answered a few e-mails, posted two numbers from Drat! The Cat! on my Facebook page and the comments were lovely (also posted on the Forgotten Musicals page). I would normally also have posted to the cast recordings page, but I didn’t want to seem like a glutton. However, if any of you are a member of that group, you can share it to that page. Feel free to do so. And everyone sure loves Sydney. Then I went to breakfast at Hugo’s and had pasta papa – I only ate half, the first time I’ve never finished it. I went to Gelson’s and got some potato chips, sour cream for onion dip, and something else I can’t remember. Then I came back home and thankfully she of the Evil Eye had just left. I answered more e-mails, did some writing, which was fun, and then my back was tired, so I went and stretched out on the living room couch – which is REALLY comfy and great for stretching. That was helpful and I stayed there for an hour, dozing off every now and then.

I finally got up and promptly went to the bed and plopped down on it and slept for three more hours. I got up, made the dip, watched the movie, ate some chips and dip, made the Facebook event page for the Kritzerland show, ticket sales went live and within an hour we’d sold over forty tickets – not bad for an hour – then I got waylaid for about thirty minutes, and then I started writing these here notes.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll try to write a few pages now that I’m into it, I think I’ll have a Chinese chicken salad for food, unless I get a big thing of matzo ball soup, which I know I’d enjoy, I’ll eat whatever it is I get, I’ll try to choose another four or five songs, and assign them (I have to go back and listen to some voices again so I match song with performer), and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is more of the same, I attend an opening night on Friday, and then we’ll see what’s up on the weekend. Here’s the flyer for the June Kritzerland.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, write some pages, eat, choose more songs, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall continue to ponder the decisinos, decisions.