Well, dear readers, the weather forecasters have called for a weekend full of rain and yet there is no rain in sight, and yet it is the weekend, therefore the weather forecasters are full of weather that, as usual, doesn’t exist, therefore the weather forecasters are full of hot air and other things. Just how does one get to be a weather forecaster anyway? Certainly it takes a complete lack of knowledge about all things weather-related. I believe it takes the ability to be slightly goofy, the ability to look good in front of superimposed weather maps and the ability to be wrong ninety-percent of the time. In what other field of endeavor are employees allowed to be wrong ninety percent of the time and yet still make a lovely salary? Well, show business, but what else is new? Perhaps the weather people will be proven correct, perhaps we will have a weekend full of rain – just not this weekend.
Last night I watched a wonderful documentary entitled Lost in La Mancha about the unmaking of Terry Gilliam’s film of Don Quixote. It’s terrifically done and heartbreaking for anyone who’s ever put their heart, soul and life into something only to have it taken away from them by forces beyond their control (I’m sure we all know at least one person like that). It was a ten year odyssey for Mr. Gilliam and his film – first it was fully-funded and at the last minute a third of the funding went away. Then it was funded entirely without US involvement, but funded for eight million dollars less. Still, they all forged on. We watch preproduction as there are portents of things that could go wrong, and we see the tightrope they’re all walking as shooting approaches. I won’t say more, other than to say what can go wrong does go wrong, one thing after another. Gilliam gave the filmmakers unlimited access to himself and the production and the result is one of the best movies about moviemaking ever made. It’s only available on a Region 2 DVD, although I’m certain it will be coming out here soon and when it does I certainly recommend it as essential viewing for anyone who loves dreamers and the movies.
It is very exciting, dear readers – we have three count them three Hainsies/Kimlets coming to town in the next few weeks. Dear readers Ann, Laura and Kerry. I hope to be meeting all of them. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button whilst we wait and wait and wait for our rain-filled weekend.
Nope, no rain yet, but the sun is shining rather brightly. Where is the fershluganah rain, that’s what I want to know? And the thing is about these mostly-wrong weather forecasters is that they never come back and acknowledge that they were wrong. They simply act as if they never said anything – rather Orwellian if you ask me.
I had an excellent work session with Mr. Grant Geissman yesterday and he is now hard at work on the charts for our upcoming album. Tonight I’m supposed to see a new motion picture entitled Phone Booth, but it sounds so bloody stupid I might not go. We shall see what we shall see but what we won’t be seeing is rain.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do errands and catch up on various and sundried things, I must eat foodstuffs, I must tidy up and then tidy down, I must wait for the fershluganah rain which, like Godot, will not be coming. Today’s topic of discussion: Since I have ranted on and on about weather forecasters, I feel today should be rant day – the day in which you get to rant or get something off your chest that’s been bugging you. Rant way, dear readers, and cleanse yourselves. And remember, as the Zookeeper has been saying – Don’t feed the animals. I’ll check in in a bit to see your excellent rants.