Well, dear readers, what a lively and sparkling chat we had last night. It went on and on and we had a full room of Hainsies/Kimlets despite the Golden Globes. We laughed and laughed, and then we laughed some more. This, despite the presence of the same UFO as last week. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, the same UFO as last week came back – even though they’d said how boring they’d found us. Apparently, boring intrigues this UFO. The UFO finally left, only to reappear under another name five minutes later. We all tried to be nice, but this “new” UFO would not speak despite being spoken to, and quite nicely, by everyone repeatedly. This UFO just sat there and took note, watching the passing parade with nary a hello or how are you. Now, do we find that odd? Yes, we do. But two hours later this person finally saw fit to speak. And what was their opening salvo? Well, I’ll tell you what their opening salvo was because why should I keep any opening salvos from you, dear readers. The UFO’s opening salvo was, “What is a Fynsworth?” I know there are some who might think I’m unduly paranoid at times, but I hope this puts that firmly to rest. “What is a Fynsworth?” the UFO asked. And do you know what we answered? Nothing. We did not take the bait, dear readers, and I was proud of everyone in our chat room. Oh, believe me, we all wanted to take the bait, we all wanted to take this person out, we wanted to belittle them (well, we did do a little belittling) for being an uncouth interloper, but we took the high road and left the low road for others. Now, one could ask why – why would this UFO find it either fun or necessary to come into our chat room? What was he/she hoping to find out? I mean, it’s so transparently transparent that one just sits there and scratches one’s head. However, I think this sort of thing will continue (I predicted it would happen the minute we started our own chat room, rather than the AOL one where we had total control). Mr. Mark Bakalor tells me it is possible to ban certain isps from the room, but sometimes more than one person can share an isp. However, we are looking into it. In one way, it’s like being violated. In another way, it just makes the UFO and all they represent look like total idiots. In any case, we will carry on, business as usual, tonight at six. I will only be there for about forty minutes, then must go finish doing the vocals for the Nudie Musical demos. However, Miss Susan Gordon will be there, as will Mr. Craig Brockman, to make sure things go swimmingly. To the UFO: Don’t you have better things to do? I’ll let our dear readers decide what “UFO” stands for.
My neck is so sore from entering these endless corrections for Kritzerland, but enter them I do and enter them I will for the rest of this week. And then I shall be off to the city that never sleeps, New York, New York. At least I think I will – I haven’t received my flight information yet, but will call about it this very day.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and see if there are any unseemly UFOs lurking about in the next section.
No, nary a UFO in sight, although I’m sure a UFO will show up at some point to read these here notes and maybe even do a little merry searching. Speaking of these here notes, if you missed any of the weekend fun and frivolity and merriment and mirth and laughter and legs, do use the Unseemly Archive Button and check out the various and sundried revelations that were revealed. Also, someone asked if all our Unseemly Interviews were archived, and the answer is a resounding yes. If you go to the current interview (the marvelous Melissa Errico) at the top of the page you will see a “Chat Archive” button – just click on it and you will be whisked away to a chat archive list – from there, merely click on whichever interview you’d like to read.
Last night, I did manage to catch the Gene Hackman award on the Golden Globes, and a bit of the party stuff afterwards on E! Do you suppose any of these people look in the mirror prior to leaving their homes? I mean, some of those outfits were horrifyingly horrifying. However, Gene Hackman was gracious, so I liked that part. However, giving the Best Score to Frida shows what the Globes are all about – it’s whoever “buys” the Award – whoever gives the most to the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, in terms of interviews and shmoozing. I do hope the Oscars will see fit to reward Mr. Elmer Bernstein this year.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must rewrite, I must finish some lyric rewrites, I must enter corrections and then I must chat live with all you Hainsies/Kimlets and UFOs. Today’s topic of discussion: Why, the Golden Globes of course. Tell us what you thought of the choices, the clothes and the entire event. If you didn’t watch it, our second topic of discussion is: What is your favorite song written for a new musical of the last five years? Post away, my pretties, and I’ll check back often.