Well, dear readers, we had so many plot twists yesterday that Chubby Checker would have felt right at home. Why don’t they have people with names like that anymore? Fats Domino, Chubby Checker, Al Martino – they just don’t have names like that anymore. Now we have Puff Daddy Diddy and Britknee Spears and Tupac and Threepac – I mean, whatever happened to names? We don’t have Rock and Troy anymore, we have Brad and Tom. I don’t really have a clew as to what the hell I’m going on about, but then again, I never do have a clew and you know it’s true. I think that today we shall all be named Rock and Troy. Rock Kimmel. Troy Lurie. Rock Lassner. Troy MattH. Rock Panni, Troy Pogue. Or should that be Troy Panni and Rock Pogue? Yes, anyone who posts here today is Rock or Troy, not necessarily in that order. What am I all of a sudden, the name game?
Last night I finished season three of Alias. Indeed, from episodes fourteen on it gets rather silly and sometimes downright stupid or even upleft stupid. The show, while never big on logic, manages to be fun, but these later episodes don’t even make a pretense of logic and it’s quite harmful to the proceedings. However, the final episode of the season is quite good, with a strange but decent cliffhanger (nowhere near as good as the end of season two, however). The missing two years at the beginning of season three is handled very well until Sydney learns what happened. Then, suddenly, amazingly, all her trauma and nightmares disappear in an instant, and I do mean an instant. And I grew a bit weary of the weird guest-casting (one of the things the show does well is having people you don’t really know play the guest shots), but here we had David Cronenberg, Quentin Tarantino, Isabella Rosselini (who was actually very good), and a few others of that ilk. Tarantino (reprising his role from an earlier season) was especially bad – what a horrible persona he has and what a dreadful “actor” he is. Cronenberg wasn’t much better. Another thing about season three is that the “formula” becomes transparent at times – you know there’s going to be this weepy scene, or that person in a hospital bed, or this reversal or that “surprise”. Still, when it’s good it’s very good.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Now I’m starting on season one of Columbo, most of which, for reasons I can’t fathom, I missed on their initial runs and which I’ve never seen. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, shall we Rock and Troy?
Well, we’ve decided to do our darndest to have the new book ready in time for Christmas. What do you think of that? The publisher is getting the fully-designed book on Friday, so all they really have to do is print one galley which should be perfect (they are supposed to print directly from our PDF file we’re sending). By having the book designed (beautifully, by our very own Mr. Rock Troy Geissman) I bypass that whole horrid galley stage where I have to spend eight to ten weeks correcting stupid mistakes. The only thing they won’t have for a couple of weeks is the cover, because I’m hoping I can at least get one or two blurbs for the back of the jacket. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Today I must try to find out what is wrong with the pool and spa heater – there seems to be a short, as it will work for a couple of minutes, then shut down completely, then start up – all very erratic. If the pool man (Rock) can’t fix it on his visit tomorrow, then he’ll have to send his boss (Troy) – the man who put in all the equipment, to do a proper look-see and fix up.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do errands, I must sketch out the script I’m working on, I must eat various and sundried foodstuffs, and I must call people Rock and Troy all the livelong day and night. 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 get to give any old answer we like. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?