Well, dear readers, what a lively and sparkling Unseemly Live Chat we had last evening. The fur was flying – there were pelts everywhere. And one simply cannot have enough pelts. How many dear readers have pelts? How many dear readers eat smelts? How many dear readers can sing the songs of Hinky Meltz? I myself ate some smelts whilst wearing several pelts and humming the songs of Hinky Meltz. In any case, it was grand, grand, grand (that is three grands) and those who were errant and truant must join us for our next live chat, otherwise they will be forced to eat a smelt whilst wearing a pelt. What the hell am I talking about?
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Paper Moon, un film de Peter Bogdanovich. I like this movie very much, and the performances are all perfect. Tatum O’Neal and her daddy Ryan are especially terrific, as is the late and great Madeline Kahn. It’s well-directed and shot and the whole affair works very well. One of the things I occasionally don’t like about Mr. Bogdanovich is his non-use of film scores. All his films seem to be made up of songs or, in the case of Daisy Miller, classical pieces. In the case of Paper Moon it’s fine, but sometimes a little scoring in his other films would help. I’m not talking about over-the-top scoring, just some nice underscore occasionally. The transfer on Paper Moon is yummilicious. I will offer this warning again – if you haven’t seen the film, under no circumstance watch the “introduction” by Peter Bogdanovich. It contains tons of spoilers and will ruin the film for you. This goes for all of this week’s Bogdanovich releases, but especially Daisy Miller and Targets.
I have the desire for a smelt, don’t you? Have you ever smelled a smelt? Have you ever smelt a smell? You see what happens? I hit upon a word like “smelt” or “pelt” and I cannot stop. It permeates these here notes until I hit upon another word, such as “scrod”. When one hits upon a word like “scrod” all else pales, including “smelt”. Of course, “scrod” is a name not a word, but only a pedant would point that out. Have you ever had a pedant point out anything? It is quite annoying especially if said pedant is pointing out “scrod”. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so we can all eat our smelts whilst sitting in our pelts pondering the word scrod whilst saying, “What a bod hath the scrod.”
Once again, things are getting insane at work and I think it will keep on being insane for the duration. Happily, there is always Ben and Jerry’s to keep my energy up and make me feel better.
I am happy to report that I seem to be at the two-thirds point in Kritzer three. I think I have another 150 pages or something around there, so I hope to be through with it by the end of October or early November. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work all the livelong day, I must eat lunch, I must write, I must think about smelts and pelts and Meltz (that sounds like a Burt Bacharach/Hal David song, doesn’t it?), and also scrod. Today’s topic of discussion: I don’t think we’ve done this one before – what are your favorite works of non-fiction? And let’s have a clothing call, too, just for the damn fun of it.