Well, dear readers, I tried, oh, yes I tried. I wanted to sleep in on this fine Sunday morning but do you know what happened? Well, I’ll tell you what happened because why should I keep such things from you? What happened was that the sun managed to creep through the blinds in my bedroom and naturally said sun creeping through the blinds in my bedroom fell right across my face and woke me up. I’ve got the blinds closed as tightly as they will close and yet the sun still managed to creep through and fall on my face which, I suppose, is better than an uncouth interloper creeping through the blinds and falling on my face. There is an upside to everything. To every thing there is a season, turn, turn, turn – oh, a Byrds reference.
I am, as you can see, up and about now and the sun can creep all it likes but it will not be falling on my face because my face is no longer in harm’s way, a film by Otto Preminger. Speaking of a film by, last night I watched a film by Roman Polanski, entitled Cul de Sac. It is very much from his early period, it is totally surreal and weird and it is not one of my favorite Polanski films. I believe it was made just after Repulsion (which I think is great) and just prior to Rosemary’s Baby (which I think is a masterpiece). It does have its pleasures though, chief amongst them the gorgeous Francoise Dorleac.
Tonight, of course, is our Unseemly Live Chat and what a sparkling and lively affair it shall be. We shall discuss whatever we wish to and we will be amusing and pithy and witty and we shall drink champagne and serve hors d’ouerves and be dressed in evening attire. We shall have all bathed and anointed ourselves with balms and gileads, we shall smell of perfume and cologne and the air will be pungent with smell of us and the sound of our music. My goodness, that was rather florid, wasn’t it? I wonder if people in Florida are more florid than anywhere else. I wonder while I wander and I wander while I wonder and I ponder while I pander and I pander while I ponder. Sometimes I ponder while I wonder and I wander while I pander, but then there are those times while I pander while I wonder and I wander while I ponder. What the hell am I talking about? Who am I, Panama and Frank all of a sudden? In any case, our chat begins at six o’clock sharp Pacific Mean Time.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I wander and wonder and ponder and pander, not necessarily in that order.
Have I mentioned that the sun creeped in through the blinds and fell on my face? Congratulations are in order to our very own Rob Marshall, who took home the Director’s Guild of America prize. One can now pretty safely predict that Mr. Marshall and the Miramax machine will sweep the Academy Awards, although there have been exceptions where the DGA winner is not the Oscar winner. There are some factions who predict that Mr. Scorsese will win the Oscar – he was up for the DGA award, but they also gave him a lifetime achievement award so I think they did not wish to give him two awards in one night. I do not think Mr. Scorsese will win the Oscar, however.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must putter around the house whilst I mutter. I do like to mutter while I putter, especially when I wonder while I wander and ponder while I pander. Some have accused me of eating butter while I putter and mutter but that is utter nonsense. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which all topics are up for grabs. For example, we can talk about puttering and muttering, or wandering and wondering or pandering and pondering. We can discuss why the sky is blue yet the grass is green. We can discuss so many things, but you have to post and start the topics, dear readers. I’ll be back to take part in whatever discussions are taking place. Post away, my pretties.