Well, dear readers, I am in a state of flux, I tell you, and I’d like to visit another state very soon. Yesterday, I had a somewhat relaxing day, just doing things that needed doing and whatnot. I had a very nice dinner meeting at Dan Tana’s, one of my favorite restaurants. The meeting seemed very positive and hopefully it will result in one or more positive things. I had their deliciously delicious Caesar Salad and their scrumptiously scrumptious spaghetti carbonara, and by the end of the meal I could barely move, so full was I. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Yesterday and last night I watched more episodes of Night Gallery. I am actually surprised just how many of these sub-standard teleplays are by Mr. Rod Serling. But the real undoing of most of the episodes are the ridiculous directors – people like John Astin and Jeff Corey, actors who simply had no business directing a show like this. They’re all banal and artless, with none of the creepiness or directorial beauty of The Twilight Zone. Only one of the episodes on disc two is of any interest – the second Night Gallery directed by Mr. Spielberg, although the writing is so pedestrian (yes, it’s by Mr. Serling) that Mr. Spielberg can’t do much with it. I also watched many more episodes of You Bet Your Live Volume Two. The first disc was a bit of a disappointment, with only a handful of outright hilarious moments. But disc two really delivers, and there are a couple of shows that not only are as funny as anything on volume one, but are as funny as anything you’re likely to ever see. I had tears running down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. Next up, perhaps, is Mr. Jules Feiffer’s Little Murders. That, or more Groucho.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am in a state of flux and when one is fluxed then the only thing to be done is to click on the Unseemly Button below.
Has anyone noticed that I am in a state of flux. Yes, Virginia, I, BK, am in a state of flux. In fact, I’m flummoxed whilst in flux. Have you ever been flummoxed whilst if flux? Conversely, have you ever been fluxed while in flummox? Did you know that the word “flummox” was invented by Clyde S. Flummox? It’s true. Mr. Flummox was an albino horse trader of independent means but he was constantly getting all het up about this, that or the other. Whenever Mr. Flummox got all het up, he would look at in the mirror and say, “There I go again – Clyde’s Flummoxed. Flux, on the other hand, was invented by Bonnie Flux, a woman who was plagued by corns and bunions her entire life. If anyone has any clew as to what the hell I’m going on about, please keep it to yourself or send it to the state of flux before we all get flummoxed. Of course, a little known bit of trivia is that Bonnie Flux and Clyde Flummox met and married each other. Bonnie and Clyde Flux Flummox went on to have eighteen children and let me tell you after that Bonnie was as flummoxed a human being as has ever lived in a state of flux.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and perhaps even yon, and I must try to leave the state of flux and head for more secure climes. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we all get to answer in any old way we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely postings, shall we?