Well, dear readers, I’m afraid these here notes are going to have to be extremely short today. I do apologize for their brevity, but they do say brevity is the soul of wit. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, brevity is the soul of wit. I wonder if wit is the soul of brevity? I wonder if soul is the brevity of wit or vice versa? Yes, I wonder while I wander and I wander while I wonder and I wonder while I wander if while I wander I will wonder. These are the questions which are round like a circle in a spiral in a wheel within a wheel in the windmills of my mind – oh, a Michel Legrand/Marilyn and Alan Bergman reference. Don’t you think I am being especially deep this fine morning?
Now, I feel that short notes should be short because otherwise they will be long. My goodness, the depth of my deepness is astonishing even to me.
Last night, I began to watch The Defender, the other Studio One DVD I bought. So far, it’s quite good, but I got tired and will have to finish it this very evening. It stars Ralph Bellamy, Martin Balsam, William Shatner and Steve McQueen. As I said, these casts are not exactly chopped liver. The Defender has nothing to do with the TV series, The Defenders, other than that it is a courtroom drama which, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo), takes place in a courtroom. The whole affair is directed by Mr. Robert Mulligan, who would return to the courtroom just a few yearls later with his wonderful film of To Kill a Mockingbird. Has anyone noticed that I inadvertently wrote “yearls” instead of “years”? That is what happens when one is writing short notes in a hurry. Did you know that Arthur Murray taught me dancing in a hurry? Did you know that I wonder while I wander? In any case, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so we can wander to the next section and then wonder what the hell we’re doing there.
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh dear (that is three oh dears), I fear the end of these here notes is near and really, isn’t that rich, isn’t that queer – oh, a Stephen Sondheim reference. Soon you dear readers will be taking up the slack and posting until the cows come home. Last night I ate one Wasa cracker with cream cheese. That was exciting.
I’m trying to pad this section out a hair because I can’t just have it be one lowly little paragraph all by its lonesome, now can I? That would just be unseemly, would it not? One lowly little paragraph sitting there like so much fish – not here, not at haineshisway.com. Damn them, damn them all to hell. I wish I had more time – then I would tell you the story of The Randy Vicar and the Tonka Toys. There, I’ve padded this section out a hair.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must wonder while I wander over to Woodland Hills, California, where I will work all the live-long day, after which I will come home. Today’s topic of discussion: Describe your worst theater experience – not in terms of bad play/bad musical – I mean, the worst being in the audience experience. I have a good one, but I’ll wait until I’m at work to post it. Post away, my pretties.