Well, dear readers, I am still at work. I think by the end of this very day the tale will be told. Or not. You, of course, will be the first to know.
Yesterday was, at least, bearable. And, we also heard that the Penn and Teller show got picked up, so I’m hoping that at some point soon a call will come about that (it actually doesn’t gear up till mid-October and I, most likely, wouldn’t be needed for two or three weeks after that). You, of course, will be the first to know.
Last night I watched the rest of Roman Polanski’s shorts. That doesn’t sound right, does it? What am I doing watching Roman Polanski’s shorts when I don’t even know him? In any case, Roman Polanski’s shorts are very interesting and I am enjoying them. The first short is entitled “Murder” and consists of a man entering a room and stabbing another man who is asleep. The stabbing man then leaves. It runs approximately one minute. I feel one minute films are the wave of the future – they’re much cheaper to make, they never get boring, stars don’t have to commit to a long filming schedule. Yes, I shall make only one minute films from now on.
Perhaps I should write a one minute notes. However many sentences and paragraphs I can write in one minute, then that’s the day’s notes. Perhaps I should boil a one minute egg. However, where boiling eggs is concerned I need to be egged on.
Perhaps we should bring back the Bossa Nova. As you know, I blame it on the Bossa Nova, especially when I’m in Rio – I like to blame things on both the Bossa Nova and Rio and also I like to put the blame on Mame, either the person or the musical. What the hell am I talking about?
Perhaps we’d better click on the Unseemly Button below because I fear that these here first section notes have gone beyond their alloted one minute.
Here we are, back in the one minute notes. I must type fast because the seconds are ticking away. Why is it that the seconds are always ticking away? Why aren’t the thirds or the eighths ticking away? Why is it always the fershluganah seconds who are doing the ticking? That ticks me off, frankly or even georgely.
My goodness, we had a lively bunch of posts yesterday. The fur was flying but despite some heated discourse (which is better than cold discourse) the discourse was eventually smooth and the sailing was clear – or, was the discourse eventually clear and the sailing smooth? I know not. I care not. The bottom line? I am jiggy with this here site and that’s what I’m talkin’ about. And anyone who is not jiggy with this site can kiss my ass.
Oh, my, oh, my, the seconds are ticking away, damn them, damn them all to hell. I have typed as fast as I can whilst sipping Diet Coke and rubbing the sleep from my eye. Those damnable seconds – one can’t stop them, on they tick, tick, tick, and eventually they tock and that’s how we get Tick Tock Goes the Clock cut from Promises, Promises.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must watch something other than Roman Polanski’s shorts, I must eat luncheon, I must work all the livelong day and wait for the tale to be told or not – you, of course, will be the first to know. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – DVD, The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, about which more later. CD, various and sundried Kryzstof Komeda CDs, including his marvelous soundtracks to Rosemary’s Baby and The Fearless Vampire Killers (aka Dance of the Vampires). Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely posts, shall we?