Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it. I didn’t believe it but now I’m a believer – oh, a Monkees reference. I got home so late last night that I didn’t have time to get to your excellent questions. Since I would be giving them short shrift if I were trying to do them this morning, I’m going to do them tomorrow night and post them on Saturday. I do hope that is all right.
In fact, I must keep these notes extremely short today because I would be giving them short shrift if I didn’t. Then we would have short shrift long notes and that would be unseemly, would it not? I just have too too much to do before leaving for New York, New York, including a lot of Tourette’s Syndrome benefit things to attend to. So, you will have to carry on today and keep the spirit of these here notes alive with the sound of music – oh, a Rodgers and Hammerstein reference. Yes, make the hills of haineshisway.com alive with the sound of posting, dear readers, because I will need to take breaks and when I take breaks I would like nothing better than to read your pithy and piquant posts, oh, yes, I would like nothing better than to read your pithy and piquant posts.
Don’t forget, if you have birthdays upcoming, e-mail me the information so that we can have a proper haineshisway.com party for you – we haven’t had a party in a few weeks and we must have parties, because haineshisway.com is a party and frankly our colored tights and pantaloons are languishing in the closet. We must bring our colored tights and pantaloons out of the closet soon.
Well, dear readers, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I start giving this section short shrift.
Last night, I completed doing the vocals on the Nudie demos and we printed them to CD, and today, at some point, I shall have to run a few copies to bring to New York. Also, stay tuned today for news about our Hainsies/Kimlets get-together in New York. We do hope that many of you East Coasters will be able to join us in our merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. Perhaps I shall read to you the story of The Randy Vicar and The Telephone Pole whilst we sip our Diet Cokes and eat our cheese slices and ham chunks.
All right, dear readers, I can tarry no longer, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must enter yet more corrections to Kritzerland, I must do work on my film, I must update and print out a clean copy of Nudie Musical. My head is swimming, dear readers. Has your head ever swum? Is swum a word? Swam is a word and so is Grease, but swum doesn’t look normal, and yet I don’t get a squiggly Word Perfect line under it so it must be a word, at least according to Word. In any case, my head is swimming and that is quite a sight, as the rest of me is lying on a chaise lounge. Perhaps the title of my next novel will be The Swimming Head. Perhaps not. In any case, my head is swimming and I must away. Today’s topic of discussion: Tell us the most outrageous and nerviest thing you’ve ever done, whether in public or private. Hold nothing back. Post away, my pretties, and I shall return often to read your pithy and piquant posts.