Well, dear readers, I am back in Los Angeles, California. The ride home was very pleasant, just a spot of traffic as we neared the 10 to junction to the 210. Things are going to be a bit hectic from now on so the notes will be a bit shorter, but we shall be here every day, never fear. For those who missed the weekend notes, do catch up by using our handy-dandy Unseemly Archive Button – but I will mention again that I shall be in New York on October 5th, and that I’m hoping to see some of our East Coast Hainsies/Kimlets while I am there.
My, these notes are so informational today. These here notes are dry, sere, arid, and we need some sparkle, some fizz, some wetness. We simply cannot have dry notes because they are dullsville, man. We need the perky notes, we need these notes to sing and dance like Fred Astaire. We need these notes to be vivacious and bubbly, like a sizzling hamburger on the grill. We need these here notes to have brio. Yes, that is the word I was searching for all along – brio. These notes mush always have brio, I must write them con brio, as they say in music. Has anyone noticed that I typed “mush” instead of “must”? I hate when that happens – I sound drunk all of a sudden. My goodness these notes have brio all of a sudden. I have never seen such sudden brio as the brio that has suddenly surfaced in these here notes. There is so much sudden brio that I must eat some brie, because there is nothing better than to eat brie with brio. Brie with brio is exciting cheese, let me tell you that. What the hell am I talking about?
I’m exhausted already from all the fershluganah brio. How much brio can you have before you are briod out? Well, perhaps if we all click on the Unseemly Button below we can recharge our brio batteries and have yet more brio.
Well, I have recharged my brio batteries (I hope you have done the same) and I have also put on a sombrero because I love to have brio whilst wearing a sombrero. Sometimes, whilst wearing a sombrero I put on Ravel’s Bolero and then all is right with the world, sombrero/Bolero-wise.
Don’t forget, you have until midnight tonight to submit your answers to the Unseemly Trivia contest question. Tomorrow I shall reveal the answer with brio.
On the way home yesterday, my traveling companions insisted we stop twice for bathroom breaks. One of those times we stopped at a Jack in the Box, and we all got some food to eat in the car. I haven’t eaten at a Jack in the Box for at least ten years. I used to love their onion rings, so we got some of those. Cissy Wechter and I split a grilled chicken sandwich, and David Wechter had a double cheeseburger. I must say that we were either at a dud Jack in the Box, or the onion rings have gone totally downhill. Have you ever seen an onion ring go downhill? It’s most amusing, especially if they don’t fall over and just like there like so much fish. I have never seen an onion ring go uphill, however. That is just not something an onion ring does – it is not kosher, onion ring-wise. Our grilled chicken sandwich was tasty in a cardboard sort of way. It was on grilled sourdough. By the way (BTW, in Internet lingo), we ate our Jack in the Box food with brio.
Well, enough brio – I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and then I must go thither and hither, I must get in my automobile and drive down streets, I must wave to the passersby as if I knew them, I must lunch with a friend or I must not lunch with a friend (I cannot remember if I am lunching with a friend today or tomorrow), I must avoid potholes in the street because there is nothing worse than holes with pots in them. Why people put their discarded kitchenware in holes in the street is beyond even me. Today’s topic of discussion: Let’s have two, so that everyone can play – first, what show have you seen in previews or in tryout that has most changed before it’s opened and what were the changes you noticed. I’ll start: I have actually not seen that many shows in tryout or previews – but I’d say that Titanic changed quite a bit – by the time I saw it after it opened, there were songs missing, new songs, an ending (the show just stopped when I saw it), new orchestrations, new scenes. Second topic of discussion – what was your favorite children’s television show growing up (and don’t be afraid to say Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood if that’s what it was)? And why? Post away, my pretties.