Well, dear readers, I survived my visit to the dentist, just barely. Because the tooth that had the childhood filling that went bad was small, Dr. Chew basically had to file the tooth down and then do a porcelain crown for it. So, today, he shot me full of Novocain, and drilled into my tooth for forty-five minutes. I don’t happen to enjoy that sort of thing – of course, nothing is as bad as the shot of Novocain. I just hate that. Then he did an impression of my tooth. It wasn’t as good as my James Cagney but it was a reasonable impression of my tooth. Then he made me a temporary crown. I kept telling him that when crown comes that’s my business, but apparently Dr. Chew has never seen Porgy and Bess. In any case, I had no appetite the entire day. I came home, dealt with some silly things, then smoothed out some final things in the script and took the file to Kinko’s to get copies made. Tomorrow it goes off to the producer in New York. Then, Mr. Richard Valley, his ever-lovin’ Tom, and their friend Joe came over. They checkd out the home environment and then off we went to Calabassas to sup with Miss Kasey Rogers aka Miss Laura Elliot aka Mrs. Guy Haines. I hadn’t seen Miss Kasey Rogers since she’d been over for one of my Christmas bashes four years ago. She looks great and we all had a splendidly splendid time at a restaurant called Mi Piace. It wasn’t great food, but it did the trick. Then I came back to the home environment and relaxed. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
I do quite a good impression of my tooth – it’s really biting. I have quite a busy day ahead of me. An art dealer friend of mine is coming over to visit, then I join my friend Barbara Deutsch to go see Kevin Spirtas do some kind of taping. Then I come home. But somewhere in between I must go to Fed Ex and also ship a few more book orders. I’ve taken to writing everything I need to do down on a large piece of paper so that I don’t forget things. If I don’t do that I simply become senile and forget everything.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I start doing an impression of my nose – believe me, you don’t want to see my impression of my nose – it really smells.
And now, I’d like to do an impression of my impression. Oh, at dinner last night, Mr. Richard Valley was telling me about the next two issues of Scarlet Street, and we decided that I would write a little article for them about something that is dear to my heart. I’ll tell you about that very soon.
And now, I’d like to do an impression of my knee, but frankly that impression is a little bent, if you get my drift. Do you get my drift? I’m always concerned about my drift – some people get it, some don’t. Frankly, my drift is an enigma inside of a conundrum in the middle of a black hole. I know longer have a clew as to what the hell I’m going on about.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must visit with an art dealer, I must Fed Ex and ship things, I must see a taping, and I must do my impression of chest – you can’t beat that one. Today’s topic of discussion: Richard Valley and I are beginning to discuss doing a songs from film noir album – so, what are your favorite songs from films noir? Most film noirs have a song or two in them, so put on your thinking caps and let’s hear your favorites. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?