Well, dear readers, I hope all of you had a wonderbar Thanksgiving feast. I went with cousin Dee Dee and Alan to Dee Dee’s mum’s house, where we had more food than you can shake a stick at. I know, because I shook a stick and there was still more food. We had turkey, we had stuffing, we had sweet potatoes, we had mashed potatoes, we had pumpkin pie, we had lemon pie and by the end of it we were all sitting there like bloated whales, unable to move, unable to do anything but make sounds of being unable to move. It was, however, quite delicious and worth the pain.
Today I will be seeing Mr. Mark Bakalor, who is here in town for reasons known only to him. He is bringing his handy-dandy digital camera and we are going to try to capture some photos of my close personal friend, Mr. Guy Haines. He will then post these to this very website when he returns to his actual city. Then, and only then, will he make those fershluganah links on the left of the splash page clickable. I do not like links that are not clickable. Clickable links are the way to go, in my humble opinion. Yes, soon those unseemly links will be clickable and when they are let’s all go over and click them just because we can. In the meantime, you can click the clickable Unseemly Archive Button, if you’ve missed any of these unseemly ramblings, and of course you may click the Unseemly Button below to get to see the rest of today’s unseemly ramblings. In fact, let’s all click that clickable link right this very minute. Why should we wait any longer? Tempis fugit or fuget or peugeot or fungus or whatever the hell it is – remember, time waits for no man or woman. The time is now. Time is fleeting. Oh, let’s just click the damn thing and the hell with all these time sayings.
Well, it’s about time. Time marches on, you know, and we must be part of the parade or we will run out of time. I ran out of thyme once, and yet I have never run out of Parsely and Sage. Rosemary, on the other hand, ran out on me. What the hell am I talking about? Where was I? Oh, yes, Time and All It Means. I’ve had enough of time, frankly, and frankly time has had enough of me. Therefore, it’s time to move on to the next paragraph where we will have no references to time whatsoever.
My goodness, look at the time – I’d better get cracking and finish these here notes. I must not meander and I must not lag, I must write words and sentences and paragraphs because there are things to do, places to go, people to see. I recently bought the DVD of The Stunt Man and have been watching it. I know it’s a classic film, but frankly I’m just not getting with it. The actors are very good, and the music is very bombastic, but I’m just not getting with it. Perhaps I will get with it soon, but for now I’m just not getting with it. I Bury The Living, on the other hand, I love and always have. It’s a cheesy late-fifties horror movie with Richard Boone and Theordore (Tevye) Bikel, which is genuinely creepy. I saw it as a child on Million Dollar Movie and it weirded me out and for several years I would not look at a map (you’ll know why when you see the film).
You know what, dear readers? Well, of course you don’t, because I haven’t told you what, but I am now about to tell you what, so there you are, what-wise. Now I’ve forgotten what I was going to say, what-wise. Oh, yes, I remember now. I do believe the one thing I haven’t been talking about on this here site and in these here notes, is musicals. Oh, yes, I do believe I have been neglecting musicals and recorded musicals, and singers and such. I will be rectifying that situation starting tomorrow. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I will be rectifying the situation. Not Reviewing the Situation, but Rectifying the Situation. If I were Reviewing the Situation I would be playing the role of Fagin in Mr. Lionel Bart’s Oliver – instead I am playing the role of bk in bk’s notes II, the sequel to bk’s notes. bk’s notes, as some of you might be aware, disappeared into the ether. I’d love to talk about that right here and now and also right now and here, but I cannot, at this time, talk about that. Instead, let me review another of my favorite films: Dirty Harry.
I love Dirty Harry. It is a terrific movie starring Clint Eastwood, directed by the great Don Siegel. Dirty Harry hates when people abuse the legal system, hates when there is no justice, and woe to anyone who crosses him on those two particular issues. He exacts his own justice when he sees injustice and when he sees the legal system abused. He is on the side of right, and right must win and those who abuse the legal system must pay. He simply will not let evil win. People who live by evil are evil, which is only appropriate since live is evil spelled backwards. Andy Robinson’s portrayal of the psycho is brilliant and horrifying – one of the great screen wackos. The dialogue is fantastic, too, with many classic lines. “I know what you’re thinking.” “Do you feel lucky? Well, do you, punk”. Classic. Dirty Harry, a film for those who believe that justice should be done.
Well, I simply must run to pick up Mr. Mark Bakalor. If I am late he will have a hissy fit and if you’ve ever seen Mr. Mark Bakalor have a hissy fit, well, then, you know I must leave now. Time is, after all, running out. And how does “out” feel about that, that’s what I’d like to know? Has out ever run time? Where is the justice? Call Dirty Harry.