Well, dear readers, as you might imagine I am currently residing in The Twilight Zone. Hopefully, I shall catch up on sleep over the weekend, although Saturday morning is out, sleep-wise because the cleaning lady is coming and will be giving me the evil eye. I did get to leave at four yesterday, so I got home before five and relaxed and basically just sat around for the rest of the evening. I was so tired I couldn’t even put on a DVD or CD. The good news is that I finally got the piece I was totally reediting and redoing from scratch to have some structure, some laughs and some decent voice-over writing. The first cut of this thing (done by the fellow who directed it) was so awful that I simply had to do it all over. Hopefully the powers that be will think it okay – although the show is having the usual birth pangs, and everyone wants something different out of everything – so, things get recut a million times and then usually end up back where they were in the first place, which is standard operating procedure (SOP, in Internet lingo) for these types of shows. Still and all, there are a lot of clever and smart people working on it so I’m certain they’ll find their sea legs soon. I found my sea legs recently. And do you know where they were? In the fershluganah sea. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
Don’t we have anything to celebrate around here? Doesn’t anyone have a birthday or something? We’ve got pointy party hats to wear, not to mention colored tights and pantaloons.
Yesterday was a wonderful posting day – full of colorful and fun posts from you dear readers – it’s always good reading around here and it’s always fair weather, too. I occasionally visit newsgroups (ngs, in Internet lingo) and chat boards, but they are dreary compared to our lively and stimulating discourse. They are full of uppity upstarts and smartaleks and know-it-alls. We, on the other hand, have no uppity upstarts, nor do we have any downity downstarts. We have an occasional smartdearreader but never a smartalek. We have no know-it-alls, but we do have some know-it-somes. In short (or long), this is the place to be, this is where you can be in with the in crowd, hip, with-it, happening, now, making the scene. And aren’t we jiggy with that, dear readers? I do believe we are. I do believe that yesterday we found our sea legs here at haineshisway.com, so let’s keep it up, shall we?
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and see what is happening elsewhere.
Has anyone found their sea legs yet? Were they in the pantry? Were they in the pantry with Dinah? Why is Dinah in the pantry all the time and always with someone? These are the questions, dear readers, the timeless questions which roam the windmills of my mind like a wheel within a wheel. What the hell am I talking about?
The weekend is almost here, it is looming ever closer to me and I to it. Looming, looming, it to me, I to it. What am I, a poet all of a sudden?
Did you know that there is a new musical called Sunday in the Pantry with Dinah? The end of Act One has a wonderful song called Sunday, that is quite moving.
Sunday,
By the cans of baked beans and the tuna
By the tins of sardines and the peas
And the loaf of bread
Loafing on a Sunday
By the soup and the string beans and Dinah
She’s so sweet
Like the sugar that waits
To be poured
On some Wheaties or corn flakes
Near the crackers and the salt
In the pantry in the house
In a house that’s near a sidewalk
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday.
Not quite worthy of Meltz and Ernest, in my opinion (IMO, in Internet lingo) but these new writers have not quite found their sea legs yet – they might, though, when the show workshops.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must dress myself and leave my home environment for the work environment. Today’s topic of discussion: I believe I’d forgotten that Friday’s are the day we’re supposed to say what is currently in our collective CD players and DVD (or video) players. I’ll start – in the car, She Loves Me (both OBC and OLC) and a new Chandos recording of Ralph Vaughan Williams film music, including a world premiere lengthy suite from Scott of the Antarctic, which he would later turn into one of his glorious symphonies. DVD player – The World of Henry Orient. Your turn. Let’s have lots of posts today, too. It really helps break up my day, and believe me my day needs to be broken up as much as possible. Post away, my pretties.