Well, dear readers, yesterday I purchased a little table for my living room. I have been looking for a little table for my living room for three years, and finally, yesterday, I saw one that was perfect and I purchased it immediately. It looks splendid, this little table does, and I’m very pleased with it and I looked at it over and over again last night. And when I woke up this morning I looked at it again and was pleased with it again. Speaking of waking up…
Last night I dreamed I was at Manderly. I had one of my recurring dreams last night, one I absolutely hate, one that I always wake up from yelling and screaming like a rum-soaked fruit cake. I may have even spoken of this dream in these here notes, but I shall speak of it again. In this dream people are trying to break into my home. I hear them outside creeping along the pathway outside my bedroom window and when I hear them I get very upset and I start to shout cursewords at them – when they hear me shouting they start running madly and talking loudly, and then I know they’re out there for sure and I start shouting cursewords louder and louder, whilst they continue running and talking loudly and bumping against the house, which makes me shout cursewords louder and say scary things like, “I’ve called the police, you unmitigated peckerheads” and they continue running and bumping against the house and then I wake up screaming cursewords and saying, “I’ve called the police, you unmitigated peckerheads.” What must my neighbors think? Why do I have this dream? Because I think people are trying to break in and take what doesn’t belong to them? Because people are trying to make a safe environment unsafe? Oh, there could be so many interpretations. In any case, the reality was I was safe and sound, there were no people running amok and bumping into the house, so I went to the bathroom and then went back to sleep, where I dreamed of Manderly, and also cheese slices and ham chunks.
Have I mentioned that I purchased a little table for my living room and that I look at it over and over again? Perhaps I’ll even take the price tag off of it today. There we go with “it” again. Once again, “it” inserts itself into the conversation. Why does “it” have a pricetag on it in the first place? And why would I take the pricetag off of “it” when “it” clearly looks better with a price tag? What the hell am I talking about? I’ll bet if we searched “it” in our handy-dandy search box that we would find many examples of “it”, “it” might even be the winner of how many times a word is used. It’s all about “it”, isn’t it? The ego of “it” never ceases to astonish and amaze me, not necessarily in that order. Oh, well, perhaps if we all click on that damnable Unseemly Button below, we will have no more “it”.
I can’t stop here. Have you ever tried to stop “here”? “Here” cannot be stopped, although here’s brother “there” can be stopped quite easily. In any case, I was just going to point out how stupid the word “it” is. Look at “it”. It just sits there like so much fish, two letters which somehow make up a word. Where did “it” come from? According to Mr. Ray Bradbury, It Came From Outer Space.
Well, dear readers, it seems my allergies have kicked in. What “in” did to deserve being kicked by my allergies, I have no idea. You know, once you start down the word road there is no stopping. And yet, I must stop because otherwise it will drive us all crazy. Damn “it”. Where was I? Oh, yes, my allergies. Have I mentioned that they’ve kicked in? I must take some Actifed soon and then I shall be fine, allergy-wise.
Today I will be going out to Image Entertainment where I will deliver yet more elements for our 25th anniversary DVD of The First Nudie Musical. I have finally located the cut musical number, and several rare photographs, but I have not located the box which contains all the Nudie memorabilia. I looked through fifty boxes and that box seems to have gone missing somehow. I shall look again, because I know it exists and it has lots of good stuff in it. I also spoke to Miss Cindy Williams and Miss Diana Canova, and it looks like we’re shooting for the week of February 3rd to do our audio commentary track. I’m trying to get Mr. Stephen Nathan, too, but I haven’t been able to locate him as yet. For the documentary, we’ve already interviewed Broadway’s Mr. Joel Blum, who got his start as a dancer in the film. We’re also going to interview Mr. Jeff Greenberg, one of television’s busiest casting directors (Frasier and other top shows), who also got his start in the film, playing a dancing dildo. In fact, Mr. Greenberg recently told me he got his SAG card from doing the film, so there is something to be said for being a dildo. Where oh where can my Nudie box have gone. Perhaps I consolidated its contents into another box and just didn’t see said contents when I was going through things.
I got a wonderful CD in the mail a couple of days ago – a reissue of the soundtrack to Farewell, My Lovely, and as a bonus on the same CD, the score for a George A. Romero film, Monkey Shines. Both scores are by the amazing David Shire, who, as many of you know, has also written Broadway and Off-Broadway musicals, such as Baby, Starting Here, Starting Now, and Closer Than Ever. His score for Farewell, My Lovely is brilliant – very noirish and 40s-ish, which is very appropriate for this excellent telling of Raymond Chandler’s classic book. The score to Monkey Shines isn’t quite in the same league, but it does have a great theme and it’s an excellent bonus to have. I love noirish movies and music. I’ll bet you didn’t know that I produced a whole album of music from films noir, did you? It’s a great album, too, called Sax and Violence. My dear Lanny Meyers did the charts and it’s very moody, with themes from the aforementioned Farewell, My Lovely, Taxi Driver, The Long Goodbye, Laura, Gun Crazy, Double Indemnity, Klute, The Blue Dahlia, Body Heat, Chinatown and others. I designed it as an album that would be great to get a massage by – it’s exactly sixty minutes long.
Well, dear readers, I must go look at my new table a few more times, and then I must be off to do the things I do. Don’t forget, tomorrow is our Unseemly Trivia Contest, and we’ve got a doozy for you.