Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it – I can barely believe it myself and yet I must because it is true. What must I believe, you might ask, and I might tell you because why should I withhold such things from you? In order to not have to get up so early, I wrote the first part of these here notes “on location” from the editing room. I then e-mailed them to myself so I could simply load them and write the second half from home. Well, the e-mail never arrived. Isn’t that disgusting? Isn’t that just too too? So, here I am, writing these here notes from scratch. Not writing them from itch, mind you, no, I am writing them from scratch. I am writing them off-the-cuff or, at the very least, off-the-inseam. Oh, well, I’ll use what I wrote yesterday tomorrow. Of course, by then it will be horribly dated. I was horribly dated once, by a really annoying girl who liked to hit me in the arm until I was black-and-blue and also blue-and-black. What the hell am I talking about?
Last night, I watched a motion picture entertainment on DVD. The film was entitled Die! Die! My Darling, and it starred Miss Tallulah Bankhead and Miss Stephanie Powers. It’s not very good, no Baby Jane, but Miss Bankhead is so demented that it’s quite watchable. Had it had another score it might have been better, but Mr. Wilfred Josephs score makes DeVol’s score for Baby Jane seem like Mahler. The opening half-hour is scored like a Frank Tashlin cartoon. It’s so wrong, and the film’s tone is never established correctly – you think it’s going to be like The Addam’s Family or something. Still, Miss Bankhead is worth the price of the DVD. After that, I began watching what is surely one of the worst motion pictures in history – Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. What were these people on when they filmed this movie? What were they thinking? I’m only twenty minutes in, however, so maybe it gets better, although I would doubt it. I’ll have more to say tomorrow.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because I am writing these here notes off-the-cuff and I have run out of cuff. I did not have enough cuff and I cannot bluff that I have more cuff and if I don’t go to the next section I shall be gruff and I shall be in a huff and that will be rough. What am I, a rhyming dictionary all of a sudden?
Have I mentioned that my original notes never arrived via e-mail? Tomorrow I shall thrash my work computer to within an inch of its sorry life for such a transgression. I shall thrash it, do you hear me? I think what I wrote was that I spent most of the day rewriting an entire act of the show we’re editing, because the writer’s original script was so confusing you never knew what the point was. One must always know the point for if one doesn’t one is sans point. The point is there was no point and now there is a point – I don’t know if it’s the right point but it’s a point and that is better than no point.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must get to work early and rewrite another act of the show so that there is a point. I shall work all the livelong day, I shall lunch, I shall continue working on the order of the new CD and then I shall come home, weary but alive, but alive, but alive. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask your excellent questions. I will endeavor to answer them within the posts as the day goes along. But, it’s also Ask Dear Reader Day, the day in which you get to ask any dear reader anything your collective hearts desire. So, ask away, my pretties, and let’s have loads of lovely posts, shall we?