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April 4, 2003:

THE MATING GAME

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Well, dear readers, I spent most of yesterday routining the songs for this new CD I’ll be producing and I must say I think it’s going to be a lot of fun. I’ll have more details next week. Excuse me for a moment.

I heard voices. So, I looked outside and there were two dog walkers who’d stopped in front of my house to converse and have a lively conversation while their dogs shat on my lawn. Yes, Virginia, their dogs shat on my lawn while their masters conversed. Luckily, both masters had little baggies with them and they cleaned up the mess. I believe these two people (or at least the male half of these two people) were playing the mating game, that’s what I believe. They were playing the mating game right in front of my house whilst their dogs shat on my lawn. I find that last sentence oddly poetic and strangely touching, don’t you, dear readers?

My, the ice cream discussion was lively and sparkling, wasn’t it? I was drooling all the livelong day and night. But I was a good boy and didn’t fall off the ice cream wagon that I am currently on. There were several times during the late afternoon and early evening when I wanted to fall off the ice cream wagon, when I almost got in my automobile and drove to Ben & Jerry’s, but I was strong, I tell you, I was strong and I did not waver one or even two iotas. I stood firm, hallelujah, and I sat tight, praise be, and I didn’t succumb to my wanton ice cream desires, oh, brothers and sisters. What am I, Kathryn Kuhlman all of a sudden? And now, Dino at the piano (all you Kathryn Kuhlman lovers will understand that last bit).

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before any more people stop in front of my home to converse and play the mating game whilst their dogs shat on my lawn.

Last night I watched a DVD entitled Joy House. I have been in my French and Italian serie noire mode, and I had several DVDs which I hadn’t watched since buying them. Joy House was made in 1964 and stars Alain Delon, Jane Fonda, Lola Albright and features Sorrell Booke of all people. The plot is extremely weird and the whole film has an air of surreality about it, but it’s gorgeously photographed by my favorite, Henri Decae, in black and white Cinemascope and directed with flair by Rene Clair. Rene Clair always directs with flair and with a certain surreal air. Is that fair? I must say that Jane Fonda was breathtakingly beautiful back then, and Lola Albright wasn’t so bad either. I also watched Any Number Can Play with Jean Gabin and Alain Delon. It was a good caper film, but unfortunately the black and white scope transfer is a bit out of focus throughout, which is annoying.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must make phone calls, hire singers, write, think about ice cream, and then I must attend a middle school production of Cinderella with my friend Grant Geissman’s daughter Greer (I’m not attending with Greer, Greer is in the show). Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your DVD/video and CD players? I’ll start – DVD, 42nd Street with Dick, and Ruby and Warner and Ginger. CD, a John Barry collection CD on Sony. Your turn.

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