Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it. I could barely believe it myself and yet it is true as the day is long and let me tell you the day is going to be long. I woke up at eight o’clock this morning and it was nine o’clock. Say what? Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I woke up at eight o’clock and it was nine o’clock and that is because of the miracle known as Daylight Savings Time. Why, if someone hadn’t reminded me late last night I would have totally been in the dark. But since it was an hour later I was totally in the light because the dark is now an hour earlier. Ah, the conundrum of time. In any case, directly after I write these here notes I must reset the clocks which don’t reset themselves. In any case, that is why these here notes are going up a little late on this fine Sunday.
Yesterday I attended the Ray Courts Memorabilia Show and what fun it was. I saw many friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen in over twenty years. My first stop was at Betty Garrett’s table, and we chatted for a bit and she was as delightful as always. Then, next to her, I said hello to my old friend Candy Clark. At one time in the early seventies, Candy and most of the cast of American Grafitti, and myself, were all represented by the same manager, Pat McQueeney. Years later, Ms. McQueeney decided to limit herself to just one client from that film and sadly we all had to find different management – that client, of course, was/is Harrison Ford. Next to Candy was Mackenzie Phillips, who I hadn’t seen since heaven-knows-when. She had too many people around her, so I decided to come back. I cruised around the room and saw Dennis Weaver, Warren Berlinger, Jay North, and various and sundried others. And then, I saw this humungous line and I walked over to see which big star they’d nabbed (this was next to the humungous line for Dennis Weaver). Well, it was Miss Hayley Mills and her sister Miss Juliet Mills. Hayley looked terrific, but there was simply no way to get to her and say hello. Also there was Miss Janet Leigh. I ran into my old friend Mr. John Volstadt, who used to play one of the Darrels on Bob Newhart. I first met John in the early seventies when he was working at Aron’s Records. A year later he was understudying me in Forget-Me-Not Lane at the Mark Taper Forum, and then he got the Newhart show. We spoke for quite some time and caught up, and I met his delightful eleven-year-old son, Christian – we hit it off right away, and when I told him I was going to say hello to Mackenzie he asked if he could tag along because he loves her from the Disney show, Something Weird. So, we went over to Mackenzie, who finally had no people around her. I looked at her and she looked at me and I said, “Do you remember me, yes or no?” And she said, “I remember the face” and then I told her who I was and she leaped up and we had a nice big hug and we laughed and recalled some fond memories of some wacky times the two of us had when she was a mere sixteen and I was a mere. Get your minds out of the gutter, dear readers, it was platonic and it was a lot of fun. I introduced her to Christian and she was very sweet to him. I also saw many dealer friends and looked at their wares. One dealer had an original large French poster for The Red Balloon, a short film I adore – a very rare poster as posters were rarely done for short films. He also had a small French poster for my new favorite Le Samourai, so we may be doing a little trading today. In any case, I had a swell time.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can tell you what I did last night.
First of all, don’t forget Donald has a brand spanking new radio show up today, and our Unseemly Live Chat is tomorrow evening at six o’clock Pacific Mean Time Daylight Savings Time. Be there or be round, that’s what I say.
Last night, a friend of mine was screening a motion picture entitled Daredevil, with Mr. Ben Affleck. Did this film disappear without a trace, because I’d never even heard of it – even though it had come out just over a month or so ago. If it didn’t disappear without a trace it should have. What a horrid movie – mind numbingly awful and inept in every way (although one of the second bananas got a few laughs). First of all there’s Ben Affleck who is just a bore – he has no character or personality at all, he just stands there like so much fish and somehow someone has designated him as someone who can star in movies. I know they were hoping for another Spiderman, but they most certainly didn’t get it. Spiderman at least had a nice love story – here they try it, but the girl is not to my liking. I’d never seen her before (Jennifer Garner) and I found her charmless and not a very good actress. Probably not her fault, given the wretched character she had to play and the wretched lines she had to speak. It was all very somber, and I hated the two villains, Mr. King Pin and Mr. Bullseye (played by the yucky Colin Ferrell). I don’t know, there’s something wrong with a superhero film in which the superhero gets his butt cheeks kicked by just about everyone in the movie, including Jennifer Garner. Oh, he wins, but only after having his butt cheeks kicked and usually someone coming along to help.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must relax, reset my clocks and do a plethora of things. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you get to talk about anything your collective hearts desire. Now, I want to see interesting topics so I can chime in with my reset clock. I shall be checking in often so post away, my pretties.