Well, dear readers, can you believe it? I can barely believe it myself and yet it is true. According the the date on my handy-dandy computer today is my very own birthday. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, today is my very own birthday and as can only happen once in every decade, the two numbers in my age are exactly the same. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? Yes, Virginia, the two numbers in my age are exactly the same – two fives. Five-five. Yes-yes. In any case, while it might seem unseemly to throw myself a little haineshisway.com party, that is exactly what we’re going to do because what is a birthday without a party, that’s what I’d like to know. So, let’s put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons (no thongs, thank you very much), let’s break out the platters of cheese slices and ham chunks and the various and sundried birthday cakes because we are going to get down, dear readers. We are going to party hearty, we are going to shake our collective booties, we are going to dance the Hora until the cows come home and when those errant and truant cows have come home we are going to dance the mambo and the cha-cha-cha. Oh, what fun we shall have as we behave with unbridled glee (eelg, spelled backwards), and revel in our merriment and mirth and laughter and legs.
I’m already exhausted and the party has barely begun. In any case, as I enter the year of five-five I feel that in certain ways my cup runneth over – oh, a Schmidt and Jones reference. And in other ways I feel my cup isn’t runnething over nearly enough. So, I shall endeavor to have my fershluganah cup runnething over as much as possible because it has been a long and winding year and I’m ready for my cup to completely runneth over. One of the reasons my cup runneth over is this here website and you loyal and true Hainsies/Kimlets. Where else on all the Internet is there such a place as this? Nowhere, that’s where. So, we must continue to make this the most fun place of all, where one can dance the Boston Fancy without fear of reprisal, without fear of being called a nonce. That’s right, there will be no noncense nonsense here at haineshisway.com.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because frankly this section’s cup is runnething over and we have to save some of the drippings for the next section, otherwise the next section will be drip-dry and we can’t have that, now can we?
Oh, good, the cup is still runnething over. Last night, just before I went to bed, I watched the first hour of a motion picture entitled The Mouse that Roared, which I haven’t seen since it came out. It’s quite droll, and Peter Sellers, playing three roles, is wonderful, as is one of my guiltiest of guilty pleasures, Miss Jean Seberg. This isn’t available yet here in these United States – this is one of those fancy-shmancy PAL Region 2 DVDs, which I found in a store right here in Los Angeles, California (I also found the first film of Mr. John Schlesinger, A Kind of Loving, with Alan Bates, which I’ve never seen before).
Today, other than writing a bit, I shall do nothing but relax until I leave for dinner at the Geissman’s house. As I reported yesterday, I hadn’t been asked to do anything by anyone until Friday night (save for dinner with David Wechter on Monday). Not one person had called to check up on me and see what I was doing. Yesterday, I received one call asking me what I was doing for my birthday, but while I appreciated it, wasn’t that just a little too last minute to try to book someone for their birthday? In any case, we are celebrating right here, all day, and I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, frankly, because our cup runneth over here at haineshisway.com with warmth and family and love, sweet love.
Wasn’t that a gooey last sentence? There was so much sugar in that last sentence that that sentence is definitely not allowed on the Eileen and Chet Atkins diet. Speaking of said diet, I shall go off it today for just dinner, and then I shall go right back on it tomorrow. After this much time, I do believe I’m allowed one day a week to play, diet-wise.
Well, dear readers, I must take the birthday, I must do the things I do, we must get this party going, we must fill our various and sundried cups so that they can runneth over, we must celebrate, celebrate, and you must post many many many (that is three manys which isn’t two too many manys) posts all the livelong day. I shall be back often to check in. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day so let the windmills of your mind run wild, run free, post anything you like on any subject you like without fear of reprisal from nonces. Above all, let us party as if there were no tomorrow, although we all know that tomorrow belongs to me. Post away, my pretties, and thank you all for sharing my very own birthday with me.