Well, dear readers, it is a gray Monday and I do not have to keep these here notes short because I do not have to go to Woodland Hills to work on a crazy television show. Yesterday, I had a long talk with Miss Luckie the Dog and I instructed her to not lick my face at seven in the morning as she has done for the past two days. I told her not to awaken me before nine and do you know what? She came in at nine on the nose and licked my face. Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that just too too?
We had a splendidly splendid Unseemly Live Chat last night and it was quite a sparkling affair with our special guests who dropped in. If you don’t know who they were, just check out the posts in yesterday’s notes and you will be both surprised and amazed and amazed and surprised. Simply use the Unseemly Archive Button above to check out any of the weekend festivities the errant and truant amongst you might have missed. Let me just say this: We were a happenin’ place over the weekend, we were the ginchiest, we were cool, man, cool, and even though we were cool, man, cool we were also hot as a rocket in our pocket – oh, a Bernstein/Sondheim reference.
The question is do I want eggs. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, do I, BK, want eggs. No. However, I feel these here notes lack a theme today (it was going to be the theme from Rocky, but I forgot about it), so I hereby decree that the theme of today’s notes is eggs. So, should these here notes be sunny side up? No, no, that will simply not to as it is gray outside. Perhaps they should be gray side up? Or perhaps these here notes should be scrambled. No, that would be unseemly and they would drift and shift if they were scrambled and I cannot stand notes that drift and shift and I always give them short shrift, whatever the hell that is. No, perhaps these here notes should be coddled. But why should we coddle these here notes? Can’t they stand on their own two feet and get by by themselves? Why should we coddle these damn notes. Damn them, damn them all to hell. Of course, we could poach these here notes but then they wouldn’t be here, they would be poached, stolen by a poacher, and we can’t have that, now can we? Perhaps these here notes should be fried, but then wouldn’t they be tired and lifeless or, on the other hand, angry and full of pith and vinegar? Maybe they should be hard-boiled. Yes, Film Noir notes, Humphrey Bogart notes, Raymond Chandler notes – that might just be the ticket. Then again, it might not. How about one-minute notes? No, too short. How about notes Benedict or notes Florentine? I feel we are beginning to stretch a point here, and frankly or even barryly why would we stretch a point – does the point appreciate being stretched. Doesn’t that hurt the point? What the hell am I talking about?
Well, that was a spirited beginning, don’t you think? I can’t follow that, so why don’t we just move on. By the way (BTW, in Internet lingo) have you ever tried following “that”? “That” is very elusive and I can never stay on the trail of “that”. Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I come up with more ways to write these here egg notes.
Have I mentioned that these are the egg notes? Have I mentioned that I am the egg man? Well, we have hit the dregs regarding eggs. Comments regarding eggs don’t have legs, they peter out completely, don’t they?
Today I will be writing all the livelong day – several hours for each of the various and sundried projects I am in the midst of. Tonight I shall finish watching the new DVD of Back to the Future, which I started last night. What a wonderful film that is. Even though it isn’t even twenty years old yet one realizes they simply don’t know how to write or make films like this anymore. Oh, they think they do, but they don’t. Everything today is standard issue, screenwriting 101 baloney. The script of Back to the Future is a role model in clever writing. Everything that is set up pays off somehow. There’s comedy, there’s tension, there’s depth and feeling, it really does have it all. I’ll have more to say after I’ve finished it. The DVD I did finish, Minority Report, has a whole second disc of extras, which I watched the majority of last night. They are dry and lifeless, but informative. Yes, Virginia, I watched the majority of the Minority Report extras and they were dry and lifeless, but informative. I still enjoyed the movie, and in fact it plays better than it did in the theater where you don’t have smart-ass know-it-alls giggling because they feel superior to the film.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Don’t I have writing to do? Don’t I have a dog to walk?
Well, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, and then write some more, and then, when I’m done writing and writing some more, I must write some more. Today’s topic of discussion: topic one – what are your favorite kind of eggs? Topic two – someone asked me this on one of the Ask BK Days, but I thought we all should discuss it – what do you think of these made-for-television musicals they’ve been doing? It started with Gypsy, then Bye Bye Birdie, then South Pacific and Annie, and now The Music Man, and I think there will be quite a few more to come. I’ll start – I haven’t liked any of them. They all have a summer stock feel to them, they don’t seem quite right, and they’re dull and lifeless and the ones the rewrite or change I really hate. Your turn.