Well, dear readers, we have survived notes number 666, and we are here to tell the tale or, at the very least, to tell the tail. After all, why should we only tell the tale and not the tail. That would be leaving the tail out in the cold and frankly the tail likes the warm. What the hell am I talking about?
Whatever shall I write about today? I could write about The Randy Vicar and the Tire Iron, or I could write about the time I let some eggs exploded because I boiled them for three hours. I could write about the proper and best way to clip one’s toenails, or even two’s toenails. I could write about the differences between tap water, filtered water, distilled water. I could write about various and sundried deodorants. I could write about where ink comes from. I could write about why human nature is amusing. I could write about why human nature is not amusing. I could write about why amusing is not human nature. I could write about nature without the human. I could write about The Randy Vicar and the Frisbee. Oh, there are so many things I could write about and yet I shan’t write about any of them, do you hear me? I shall not write about any of them because I am feeling ornery today. So, perhaps I shall write about feeling ornery today. Perhaps not.
Wasn’t that a lovely long paragraph of absolutely no importance or substance whatsoever?
I’ve been very sleepy these last few nights – very zoned by the time I got home. I just sit on my couch like so much fish, unable to concentrate on much. Then I get my second wind and try to do a bit of writing, then I go right back to being second wind-less. I’ll tell you what I could really use right about now – a foot massage. Anyone want to come over and rub my aching peds? Actually, if all goes according to Hoyle, my massuesse will be coming over tonight and I shall feel ever so relaxed and rejuvenated.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can write some more paragraphs of no importance.
Has anyone noticed that I have written several paragraphs of no importance? I have, and I relish the fact that I have done so. I relish it, do you hear me? There are days when one simply must write various and sundried paragraphs of no importance, that is simply the way it is.
I watched the DVD of Blake Edwards’ Skin Deep, starring Mr. John Ritter. It is a perfect example of Blake’s later work. A couple of truly hilarious scenes (and I mean hilarious) and the rest just a total mish-mash of maudlin dialogue and failed humor. Interestingly, clearly a third of the film was reshot after they’d shown the film to people – clear because John Ritter has a fake beard for a third of the film and he’s also about twenty-five pounds heavier. But the two or three hilarious scenes are great – again, no Mancini, which I think is terribly harmful. They had one of the longest director/composer relationships of anyone (if not the longest).
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work all the livelong day and then I must go home and sit on my couch like so much fish, and also I must try to write a little. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Bock and Harnick songs? I’ll start – The entirety of She Loves Me and Fiddler on the Roof, Too Close for Comfort, just about all of The Apple Tree. Your turn, and try to be more specific that me. Let’s have loads of lovely posts for my mental delectation, shall we?