Well, dear readers, it has been pouring rain here in the City of Studio and the rest of Los Angeles. I’m told streets are flooded and businesses may be putting up sandbags. Now, you must understand, we haven’t had rain in nearly a year, and when it has rained it’s trickled for a day at the most. So, everyone has done non-stop complaining about how we need rain. We get a whole three days of it and the city falls apart. I don’t think there’s another metropolitan city that has spent more money ripping up streets and “fixing” the sewers that has worse sewer problems than Los Angeles. Every week our driving is ruined because somewhere at all times they are ripping up streets and “fixing” and it’s just hogwash or we wouldn’t be having these problems from what in essence is one day of heavy rainfall (and not steady heavy rainfall – it comes and goes). It is, however, very unusual for this time of year and I’m sure it will pass as suddenly as it came. I’ve been enjoying it, but I’m ready for the sunshine again.
Last night, whilst I listened to the rain on the roof go pit-pit-a-pat, I watched a region 2 DVD of a Brit film I’d never even heard of, entitled The Helldrivers. It’s a nifty little drama with a pretty amazing cast – Stanley Baker, Peggy Cummins (of Gun Crazy fame), Herbert Lom, Patrick McGoohan, Alfie Bass, Sidney James, Sean Connery, David McCallum, Marjorie Rhodes and quite a few others. It was shot in VistaVision by Geoffrey Unsworth and directed by Cy Endfield (Zulu). I like these Brit mellers and this has some very exciting driving sequences and a couple of good fight scenes.
My goodness, the rain is coming down in buckets. If one of those buckets lands on your head, it hurts like the dickens or, at the very least, like the conan doyle. Yesterday, whilst trying to see if the garage door problem could be solved, I slipped on the wet pavement near the garage door. I didn’t take a header but I did slam my elbow into something and it hurts like the dickens or, at the very least, like the thackery. I iced it and it’s finally feeling a bit better.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because frankly the lights just flickered – that’s the other thing about Los Angeles: The power has a tendency to just go out. Hopefully I will post these here notes before that happens, but even more hopefully it won’t happen at all.
Have I mentioned that it is raining? The water is pelting the streets. I went to put my car away last night and got soaked just going to the car and then coming in the house. Has anyone noticed that the theme of today’s notes is rain? Well, as one of my favorite songs says, here’s that rainy day. Yes, Virginia, here’s that rainy day they told me about, and I laughed at the thought that it might turn out this way. What am I, Burke and Van Heusen all of a sudden?
Yesterday I ate nothing but junk all the livelong day and night, non-stop. I hate when I do that, but sometimes it just happens. I ate a few bagels with cream cheese and lox, then some buttered popcorn, then a lean cuisine. Nauseating. Tonight I shall eat a fine meal at our very own Schwab’s with our very own Pogue.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example sing, so that I can be singin’ in the rain. I must write in the rain, I must do errands in the rain, and I must do a plethora of other things in the rain. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you dear readers get to ask me or any other dear reader any old question you like, and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely postings as the rain comes down in buckets.