Well, dear readers, beat the drums, strike up the band, come blow your horn, tune the grand up, because we broke yet another record yesterday, in fact we shattered the fershluganah record from here to eternity and back again by having an astonishing 136 posts. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we had 136 posts and isn’t that cause for a celebration? Isn’t that cause for us to put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons? Isn’t that cause for some cheese slices and ham chunks? Isn’t that cause for each and every Hainsie/Kimlet to get off their collective butt cheeks and dance the Hora or, at the very least, the Swim? Let us revel in our glory, ear readers. Did you see that? Did you see how I thought I’d typed “dear” but I was going so fast that it came out “ear”? I like that – “ear readers”. In any case, let us revel in our glory, ear readers. Let us swing our partners to and fro, a la man left with a dosey doe. Let us shake our booties at the world and say, watch out world, here we come, nothing can stop us now. Soon, I promise, soon, we will be the most popular site on all the Internet and people will look to us because we are with it, we are cool, man, cool, we are happening, we are now, we are today, this is the place, man, this is where the in crowd goes to be in and where the out crowd goes to be out. We are, in short, or in long, the grooviest place on the Internet planet.
We shall party all the livelong day and night, so bring your friends, bring your neighbors, tell the man on the street or the girl in the garage, and tell the whole damn world if they don’t happen to like it, deal us out, thank you kindly, pass us by. Well, today is short and sweet day, the day when these here notes are short and sweet because yesterday’s were long and long. We had one very late question which I’ll be happy to answer right here and now and also right now and here. Kerry asked who Annette O’Toole is currently married to. She recently married Lenny himself, Michael McKean.
Today is certainly a red letter day, isn’t it? And that red letter is “G”. Today is a day for a band to play, in my honest and/or humble opinion (IMHA/OHO in Internet lingo). In fact, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, whilst shouting “ta rah rah boom deyay”? On the count of three, ear readers: “Ta rah rah boom deyay”!
My these notes have spirit and spunk, don’t they? These are just the spunkiest notes, they make you just want to get on the table and shout, hey look us over, lend us an ear. I don’t know about you, ear readers, but I can always use another ear, so if anyone would like to lend me one I shall treasure it for a short time and then return it in exactly the same condition it arrived in.
Last night I was out quite late. I joined a friend, Jane Lassner, who is someone who I went to high school with, and one of the few people from back then I’ve kept in touch with. She is still married to the nice fellow she met way back then. In any case, she was in town, and we went out for a late-night snack at Kate Mantilini’s in Beverly Hills. I asked her many probing questions about myself as a high-schooler and she was searingly honest in her responses. She said I was very nice but that I seemed to have a need to be the center of attention. Given what I remember of my obnoxious self back then, I’m sure that is correct. I’m quite certain that not only did I need to be the center of attention, but that I also needed to be the stage left and right of attention as well. She also told me a wonderful story which I had/have no memory of. She told me that soon after we met (I was ahead of her in school by two years), she asked me to take her to some ritzy dance. Apparently, I did take her and apparently I was quite charming and gentlemanly. And apparently, when the dance floor was totally empty, I grabbed her, took her on the floor, and waltzed her, and twirled her, and swung her around and we were suddenly the envy of one and all and also all and one. I take her at her word, but given the fact that as a dancer I’m about as graceful as a decapitated chicken, the story rather amazed me. A decapitated chicken? Did I just write a decapitated chicken?
Anyway, I did not arrive home until 1:45 in the morning, and then I had to read all your excellent posts, so I got to sleep very late indeed.
Well, I really must keep these notes short and sweet, but I will be back later to see how our party is progressing. Don’t forget, tomorrow is our handy-dandy Unseemly Trivia Contest, and Donald will have a brand-spanking new radio show up on Sunday evening. Also, we’ll have a brand spanking new Unseemly Interview up one week from today – with the delightful and slightly deranged (in a good way), Alison Fraser. I promise you, you will love it.
Well, ear readers, I must take the day, I must wipe the sleep from my eyes, I must get in my automobile and do things and then I shall return. Today’s topic of discussion: Some ideas seem like naturals in terms of making them into musicals. And then there are those ideas that are so off-the-wall that you sit there and scratch your various and sundried heads, thinking, what were they thinking, taking this idea and making it into a musical. So, what do you think is the craziest idea for a musical – and which of those crazy ideas actually worked and which of those crazy ideas didn’t? I’ll start – certainly if you’d said, “I’m going to make a musical about the Declaration of Independence” people would have looked at you askance. Oh, yes, they would have looked at you askance. And yet, a rather wonderful musical was made from just that seemingly impossible idea – 1776. On the other hand, Medea, another pretty weird idea to base a musical on was pretty much a total disaster in the guise of Marie Christine. Your turn.