Well, dear readers, can you believe it’s alraedy Thursday? Has anyone noticed that I accidentally typed “alraedy” instead of already? What am I, Scottish all of a sudden? Now these entire notes have to have a Scottish flavor, like toffee. Does toffee have a Scottish flavor? What is a Scottish flavor anyway. For some reason toffee is the only thing that comes to mind. I know it’s not taffy because taffy is Turkish. Is there something called Scottish mallow? That’s something else that just popped into my head like an unwanted canker sore. Is there a wanted canker sore? In any case, these here notes must have a Scottish flavor, whatever that may be. We’ll now have to talk about brogues, and kilts, and the heather on the hill and my heart in the Highland and my feet in the Cahuenga. We’ll have to use the word “laddie” when discussing gentlemen, and we’ll have to use the words “fair lassie” when describing the ladies or any dogs that we may be discussing. We’ll have to roll our “r’s” and dance a Scottish jig and when we finish the Scottish jig the jig will be up. You know, I seem to have gone off the deep end here and all because I misspelled “already” in the Scottish variant of “alraedy”. I really must move on to the next paragraph before I misspell another word and have to add some other country flavoring to these here notes.
Last night I watched no movies of DVD. I spent most of yesterday sketching out the next portion of the script (I finished the first third of it yesterday morning). I also found out that test books are being printed as I type this and I will have them in a week or so. My elbow was much better yesterday, probably because of the two hour icing I gave it the night before. I could barely move it when I tried to sleep that night, and it was really painful whenever I changed sleeping positions. But yesterday morning when I awoke the pain had mostly subsided, and it’s almost back to normal. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, why don’t we click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we recite “My love is like a red, red rose”, or “Mighty lak a rose,” or something about some fershluganah Scottish rose or toffee or towel or whatever the hell is Scottish.
Oh, I’m feeling so damnably Scottish right now. Why don’t we all dance the Highland fancy or the Highland fling? Why is Highland, a street located in the heart of Hollywood, so damnably popular with the Scots? That is a question, dear readers. Perhaps the answer can be found in Brigadoon.
It rained really hard yesterday – as hard as it ever rains here in LA. In the City of Studio, Laurel Canyon Blvd. one of the main streets was totally flooded and one could almost not drive in the lane closest to the curb, the water came up so high. But by mid-afternoon the rain had stopped completely, and the sun had peeked out from amidst the clouds of gray. My goodness, that last sentence was poetic, wasn’t it, and quite bonnie as well.
Did you know that my bonnie Bonnie lies over the ocean and that my bonnie Bonnie also lies over the sea? Bonnie is always lying, she just can’t seem to tell the truth, but only when she’s near water. Why is that? That darned bonnie Bonnie is a damned exasperating woman.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must do various and sundried errands, I must speak in a Scottish burr all the livelong day and night, and I must eat some Scottish foodstuffs and have at least one Highland fling, perhaps at the Renaissance Hotel. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite magazines – ones of old that are still published, new ones, and ones that have become defunct. Is there a magazine you absolutely loved that didn’t last that you wish would have? I’ll start – I loved the old Theater Arts magazine, especially when they’d publish a complete play. I could look through those for days on end, savoring all the articles and adds and theater listings when I was a teen. There was also a short-lived magazine published by Hefner, called Show Business Illustrated that I totally was in love with – I don’t think it lasted much more than a year. Also, I loved Cinema magazine, which didn’t have a long life either. I stopped reading both Time and Newsweek at least ten years ago, as I found that both had basically turned to tripe. I used to read the New Yorker regularly, but haven’t in years. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and keep them light, keep them gay, and above all, keep them Scottish.