Well, dear readers, yesterday someone pointed out that we were supposed to have trivia questions on Saturday, and by gum and by golly if that isn’t correct. And yet, we didn’t have a trivia question on Saturday, but by gum and by golly we will next Saturday. I had asked Mr. David Levy to contribute the trivia questions, since he’s excellent at that sort of thing, but I forgot to tell him when to contribute, so there he was, sitting on his butt cheeks just waiting, waiting, like Nancy Walker in Do Re Mi. But now we’re on track, trivia-wise, so next week we will have a trivia question on Saturday, and you may submit your answers and the first person to submit a correct answer will win a sparkling prize.
Last night, I dreamt I was at Manderly, but before that I was taken for a belated birthday dinner by my friends, The Redmans, Nick and Nectar, and their beautiful daughter Rebecca. We went to a place called Moonshadows in Malibu. We had a lot of fun and ate lots of good food.
Another dear reader misses my theater reviews from days of old. I miss them, too, but the fact is I haven’t really seen anything since my last trip to New York in August. But I shall endeavor to do a 2001 wrap up at the end of the year – and I’ll capsule review everything I saw this year, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Oops, time to click the Unseemly Button below, before we all become Unseemly Above.
Don’t we all feel that Mr. Mark Bakalor has been strangely silent these last few days? I find it strange that he has been strangely silent, but perhaps he needed a change and became strange. This week’s The Broadway Radio Show promises to be a doozy – Donald Feltham tells me we have a very special guest on this week’s show – Mr. David Lee, the creator of TV’s Frasier, and the director of the Pasadena Playhouse production of Do I Hear A Waltz?, for which I produced the cast album. You’ll be hearing selections from it on the show and the whole affair promises to be sparkling.
Here is a question for a dear reader who might be knowledgable in legal matters: Is it against the law for someone to open mail that is addressed to a specific name, even if the mail is addressed to a specific name via a company address? In other words, hypothetically speaking of course, if one of you were no longer with a company, but a few people who didn’t know still sent you mail, addressed to your name c/o the company you were formerly with, would it be illegal for someone to open the mail addressed to your very own name and read it? That is my question for those who might be knowledgable in legal matters. Post your responses below and I shall read them with great and fervent interest.
Dear reader, Robert Armin, got his very own Guy Haines products, and he’s very happy with them. He even got a stein. I was going to get a stein, but I only like old steins that are encrusted with rare jewels. So, if anyone would like to send me a jewely stein you would definitely make someone happy (me) and bells would be ringing. What the hell am I talking about? Jewely stein? I am really scraping the bottle of the barrel, which, by the way, is a lot of fun. I sometimes take the scrapings and make interesting shapes out of them. Yes, I shall scrape the bottom of the barrel this very day and I shall take the scrapings and make interesting shapes, such as a persimmon. A persimmon is a very interesting shape, especially when it’s made out of scrapings from the bottom of the barrel. Is that how you spell “persimmon”? Or is it one “m”? I don’t have a handy-dandy built-in spell checker at my fingertips. And just what the hell is a persimmon? Oh, I know it’s a fruit or a melon, but why “persimmon”? Melons really seem to take the cake, name-wise, don’t they? And just what are they doing taking the cake anyway? That is melon-theft, and it is punishable by eight to ten months in the county of Erin jail. Melons taking cakes, what is this world coming to? In any case, don’t melons have incredibly stupid names? Melon is bad enough, but when you add cantaloupe, casaba, and honeydew to the mix, well, you get my melon-drift. They even wrote a song about a melon. Did you know that? It’s about a melon and a dog named baby. It’s called Meloncollie Baby, and it’s a corker. I tell you, I must’ve eaten too much butter last night, that can be the only excuse for this entire paragraph.
It’s another beautiful day here in Studio City, California, and the bird is outside doing a splendid rendition of I Am Easily Assimilated from Candide. I hope you all have a splendidly splendid day doing delightful things, like scraping the bottom of the barrel and taking the scrapings and making interesting shapes with them. Look at all those “ings”. Scrap-ing, tak-ing, scrap-ings, mak-ing, interest-ing. That is far too many ings in one sentence. It’s a good thing (th-ing) I didn’t invoke Alvin Ing.