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April 30, 2003:

THE LAST OF APRIL

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Well, dear readers, here we are on the last day of April. April was a bit better than March so I’m hoping that May will be a bit better than April. Yesterday, I visited the website of the American Cinematheque (www.americancinematheque.com) and saw the schedule of films which The First Nudie Musical is a part of. It’s going to be quite a festival, and I was pleased to see that we are not part of a double bill – we’re the only film being shown on our night, May 28th. I do hope that a few Hainsies/Kimlets can make it to the screening, which should be a lot of fun. I’ll have more details as we get closer to the event. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Last night I watched a marvelous motion picture on DVD, one that I’ve never seemed to catch up with – Little Big Man. It’s as terrific as I’ve always heard and is as fresh today as it must have been back then, perhaps even fresher. The script by Calder Willingham is brilliant and the performances are great, straight down the line. The transfer is magnificent and yes, Virginia, it’s a must-have in every way, shape and form, not necessarily in that order.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve been feeling as if these here notes have been unwieldy the last few days. Unwieldy is what these here notes have been – too much information in the first half, too little in the second half, and that yields unwieldiness. Don’t we feel that “yield” and “unwieldy” are Jerry Lewis words? Quick, Watson, let’s put on our best Jerry voices and say “yield” and “unwieldy” on the count of three: One, two, three – yield and unwieldy. There, now we can click on the Unseemly Button, having done Jerry proud.

You see, today’s notes have balance. Today’s notes are at peace with themselves and are not yielding unwieldiness. My DVD watching also has balance, as I’m almost caught up with the pile that had been growing like wild mushrooms on a sunny day. My how poetic that was – “growing like wild mushrooms on a sunny day”. That speaks to me, that does. And why does “that” speak to me? I’ve told “that” repeatedly not to speak to me unless spoken to. Damn them, damn them all to hell. It all reminds me of the story of The Randy Vicar and the Donut Hole, but I shan’t tell it here, because then these here notes would be unwieldy.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must close out the month, take care of various and sundried business, eat various and sundried foodstuffs, and do other various and sundried things. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask all your excellent questions. Also, feel free to discuss whatever else you’d like as well – I’ll be back in a bit to see what’s happening, so post away, my pretties.

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