Well, dear readers, I got nine count them nine hours of sleep in only eight hours. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, go nine count them nine hours of sleep in only eight hours, thanks to the wonders of Daylight Savings Time. I do hope you all set your clocks back one hour when you arose this morning (or before you retired last evening). Two of my handy-dandy clocks, the one on my handy-dandy laptop and the one on my handy-dandy VCR, reset themselves automatically, which I’ve always appreciated. It is such a thoughtful gesture that I gave them both a Klondike bar. The other clocks I must do manually, including the clock on the microwave, the clock on the oven, my Benjamin Kritzer and Nudie Musical clocks and the clock in my automobile. I do not yet know if I must reset the clock in my handy-dandy cell phone.
And so, even though I slept until ten, I only slept until nine. I feel that is worthy of Samuel Beckett, don’t you? So, given that we all have an extra hour today, those of you who haven’t read the Buddy Bregman interview yet, really ought to – it’s quite a charmer and has lovely stories about fairly amazing people.
I had a relaxing day yesterday – did some errands, did a spot of writing, ate some Eileen and Chet Atkins food, and watched bits and pieces of a few movies. I was in a bits and pieces mood last night – I watched some Tony Award show musical numbers (always the early shows – Cabaret, Turkey Lurkey Time – can’t get enough of them), I watched a few musical numbers from Swing Time, including the brilliant Pick Yourself Up and Never Gonna Dance. I took a nice walk and actually ended up buying the Eileen and Chet Atkins Diet Book (I bought the latest – there were at least eight of these things).
Well, dear readers, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because even though it is nine my body is telling me it’s ten. What that has to do with the price of mangos I have no idea.
Has anyone noticed that it is an hour earlier? Does anyone know the price of mangos? Today I shall do very little – pay some bills, do a spot of writing (well, hopefully more than a spot), watch a DVD or two (today I am not in a bits and pieces mood) and, of course, reset clocks that need resetting. Why, I may even take a drive since it is so pretty outside. I may traverse the streets of Los Angeles, California, enjoying the sights and sounds and smells of this fair city. Then again, I might just sit on my couch like so much fish and do nothing but piddle, twiddle and resolve.
I am also going to go through the morass of papers and magazines that have been building up over the last month, and try to weed out the wheat from the chaff. Have you ever weeded out the wheat from the chaff? I don’t even know what the fershluganah chaff is. Is chaff on the Eileen and Chet Atkins diet? In any case, I shall be weeding out the wheat from the chaff, and then I shall keep only the wheat and get rid of the chaff. Or, if I’m feeling contrary, maybe I’ll keep the chaff and get rid of the wheat. What the hell am I talking about?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must take advantage of the extra hour in the day, for certainly the extra hour in the day took advantage of me. Today’s topic of discussion: Why, it’s free-for-all day, the day in which you get to talk about any old things your collective hearts and minds wish to discuss. I will be checking in often, so let’s get some interesting posts going and show these other Internet upstarts just where the action is, just where the in crowd is, just where it is happening, where it’s at, where the hip meet the with it, where the trendsetters gather to set trends – if we can only do that then I shall be jiggy with it, dear readers, oh, yes, I shall be jiggy. Post away, my pretties.