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August 14, 2003:

WHAT, NO DIET COKE?

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Well, dear readers, what an exhausting day I had at work yesterday. I had to rewrite the third act of the show in its entirety, and will have to do the same to the second act today. Hopefully our writer now understands where he’s been erring and subsequent scripts will be clearer and closer to the mark. We had this same problem on the first episode, but we fixed that and then let him watch it and he now gets what was wrong. Unfortunately, the second script was already finished and he was on to the third and fourth, so we just let him redo those, while we redid this one. It’s amazing how difficult it is to undo things when they’re wrong. I’m not complaining, mind you, just explaining. Sometimes I’m complaining when I’m explaining but I find that draining, especially when it’s raining. I’ve been abstaining from complaining whilst explaining, especially with the time remaining, as the minutes are waning. What the hell am I talking about?

Don’t you all love the fact that we will soon be the most popular site on all the Internet? I mean, so many posts, and such smart posts, and such posts as you see nowhere else. I occasionally visit other boards just to see what’s going on, and what’s going on is nowhere near what’s going on here, which I find queer. What am I, a rhyming dictionary all of a sudden?

Last night I watched a motion picture entertainment on DVD. It was entitled Targets and it was the first film directed by Peter Bogdanovich (he’d worked on a couple of others, but this was really his first). It’s a good film, not a great one, but Boris Karloff is wonderful in it, as is Tim O’Kelly. Mr. Bogdanovich also plays a key roll and I’ve always felt his performance is a bit amateurish, despite the fact that he’d been an actor since he was fifteen. His direction is much better than his acting and there are some very good and tense scenes in the film. The location work was all done in the San Fernando Valley, and it’s amazing to see what it looked like in 1967 – it’s as flat as a pancake. There are almost no tall buildings anywhere. The last third of the film takes place at the Reseda Drive-In – no longer there, of course – if you haven’t ever seen a drive-in it’s fun to see what those things looked like. Anyway, it’s a good film and the transfer is excellent (it’s a low-budget film, though). Mr. Bogdanovich introduces the film and do not watch the introduction if you haven’t seen the film, since it contains and shows major plot spoilers. It also features a commentary by Mr. Bogdanovich who always sounds like he’s about to burp, or at least he sounds that way to me.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got to hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman.

For two days they’ve been out of Diet Coke at work. So, I have to go dowstairs and spend good money buying cans of Diet Coke. I suppose I could go downstairs and spend bad money buying cans of Diet Coke, but all I do is spend good money buying cans of Diet Coke. I actually resorted to drinking bottled water yesterday. I do not like bottled water and, as a matter of fact, I do not like water period or, at the very least, water comma. But, I drank the whole fershluganah 16.9 fl. oz. bottle and then, wouldn’t you know, I had to visit the bathroom every four minutes.

You know, the bottle of bottled water is 16.9 fluid ounces (as opposed to non-fluid ounces which are a whole other kettle of what is it fish). Widescreen TVs are 16.9. My question is, was I drinking widescreen water? Just asking.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work all the livelong day, I must get some writing done, I must eat various and sundried foodstuffs, and I must also do various and sundried other things. Hopefully, one of the various and sundried other things I will not be doing is drinking widescreen water. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s been a long time since we’ve done this, and we have so many new dear readers – what are your favorite classic rock-and-roll songs (from any era). Post away, my pretties, and let’s have loads of lovely posts for my mental delectation.

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