Well, dear readers, the Labor Day weekend is finally over and hopefully we can get back to business as usual at this here site. Despite all the errant and truant weekend behavior, we did manage to have a lively and sparkling chat last night with a rather large roomful of people. We discussed all manner of interesting things and there were many fascinating revelations revealed.
I wrote up a storm over the weekend and am in the home stretch on Kritzer 3. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? That was but one of the many fascinating revelations that were revealed last night. Does today seem like Tuesday? It seems like Monday to me, and yet I know in my heart of hearts or, at the very least, in my club of clubs, that it is indeed Tuesday. Ah, the conundrum of the days.
Shortly I shall be leaving to go back to work. I must say, this is the strangest job I’ve ever had – I have no idea if they like me or hate me or if they think I’m doing well or if they think I’m just okay or if they think I’m wretched. No one says anything, and it’s sort of getting on my nerves. The fellow who runs the company is a very nice man, but it is impossible to read him, and his mood swings are very strange. One minute he’ll be gruff and short, and then five minutes later he’ll be friendly and warm. It’s actually driving me a little crazy and we all know what a short drive that is. However, I take it day by day and week by week – what else can one do? I hear one can do any number of things. For example, one can do a handstand whilst eating a tortilla. Did you know that one could do that? I did and do and I do and did. What the hell am I talking about?
I’ll tell you what the hell I’m talking about. I’m talking about putting on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, I’m talking about breaking out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, I’m talking about dancing the hora and the monkey, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. And why am I talkin’ about these things? Well, I’ll tell you why I’m talkin’ about these things because why should I withhold such things from you? We’ve got a birthday to celebrate here at haineshisway.com, that’s why I’m talkin’ about these things. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is dear reader Ron Pulliam’s very own birthday and we wish to wish him a big swell birthday with a big swell birthday cheer. On the count of three: One, two, three – HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER RON PULLIAM WITH A BIG SWELL BIRTHDAY CHEER!
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I shall work all the livelong day.
If you missed any of the fun and frivolity this weekend do use the Unseemly Archive Button to catch up on your reading, notes-wise and posts-wise and otherwise. So much stuff going on – new radio show, new Unseemly Interview with our very own Grant Geissman, new, new, new (that is three news, which is good news indeed).
I finished watching Tightrope with Mr. Clint Eastwood. As I said, I haven’t seen it since it came out – it’s got some good things in it, but it’s also very contrived and has a few too many “boo” moments for its own good. But, I always enjoy watching Mr. Eastwood, and I liked the score by Mr. Lennie Niehaus.
I then started watching a new DVD of a film I’ve never seen entitled A Double Life, starring Mr. Ronald Colman. I’m just twenty minutes in, but I’ll have a complete report for you tomorrow. It’s got quite a cast, and it’s directed by Mr. George Cukor and written by Miss Ruth Gordon and Mr. Garson Kanin.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I must work all the livelong day, I must eat lunch, and then I must come home and write and then watch A Double Life. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite novelty songs – those songs which exist for no other reason than to amuse or be strange? Or, even if they’re not novelty songs, just those strange songs that for some inexplicable reason became hits. An example would by, Yes, We Have No Bananas. The more obscure the better, no matter how old or how new. And if you don’t know any novelty songs, make them up. Let’s have loads of lovely posts for my mental delectation, and let’s make up for our slow, slow weekend, shall we? We shall!