Well, dear readers, it’s only one more week to Christmas as we continue our Countdown to Christmas here at haineshisway.com. I don’t know about you, but I am really in the holiday spirit. I prancing about like Prancer and Vixen, with an emphasis on the latter. I am quite the Vixen, dear readers – I dare say there is no one more Vixen than I. I am the Vixenish. I am spreading Christmas cheer like a fungus, and speaking of Christmas cheer, how about sending your true love a few golden rings? I was thinking five golden rings would be just right. What your true love will do with five golden rings is hard to tell. She could wear three golden rings on one hand, and two golden rings on the other, but that’s an awful lot of rings for a pair of hands. Also, five golden rings aren’t so cheap. If you can’t afford five golden rings, you can get your true love five golden onion rings instead – it is the thought that counts, after all. Yesterday, I slept way too late and it took a long while for me to get with it. I finally got with it, wrote a bit, and then had my afternoon meeting. After that, I mailed some stuff, I picked up some packages, and caught up with e-mails and phone calls. I will try to get in as much writing as I can in the next few days because I’ve already decided that come next Monday, I’m taking the week off, to do whatever I please, and to clear my head. It is Christmas after all, a time for comfort and joy. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled M. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, last night I watched a motion picture entitled M. I was going to watch the sequel, N, but I didn’t. M is a motion picture made in 1931 by Mr. Fritz Lang, one of my favorite directors. It’s still a powerful motion picture and features a wonderful performance by Mr. Peter Lorre. The new Criterion DVD is lovely – it’s taken from the same exact transfer of last year’s region 2 Eureka DVD – everyone is saying how the Criterion is better, but it’s exactly the same – people see to believe what they want to believe, so bully for them. I also watched Mr. Nicholas Ray’s On Dangerous Ground, a strange little film with Mr. Robert Ryan and Miss Ida Lupino. It starts off wonderfully as a gritty film noir, but twenty minutes in it completely changes course and tone and turns into a rather turgid melodrama in the snow. It’s still fun to watch, and the performances are all excellent, as is the score by Mr. Bernard Herrmann. It’s a region 2 DVD, for those of you have such players.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because we’ve got to continue spreading our Christmas cheer.
What on earth is my true love (or anyone’s true love) going to do with five golden rings? No other number of golden rings sounds quite right, though, so it is a conundrum and an enigma or, at the very least, an enigma variation. I’m concerned that our true loves will not like the five golden rings as much as the four calling birds, which are, after all, a lot more practical. Three French hens are always useful, at least a lot more useful than three Roumanian pigs. Two turtle doves really work on an aesthetic level, and, of course, it’s hard to beat a partridge in a pear tree. We’ll have to give this five golden rings thing some serious thought.
I still need a massage, but I never remember to call and book it.
Look at that pathetic sentence, just sitting there like so much fish. That’s the sentence that thought it was a paragraph, that’s what that is. That was no paragraph that was my sentence. Who am I, Henny Youngman all of a sudden?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must retrieve packages, I must get some exercise, I must prance about like Richard Donner and Vixen, I must do a plethora of things, and then I must eat lightly, but well. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, the Neva Small album – I like her voice very much, and some of the CD is fine, but the synths and the way they’re mixed are not helpful, and I would have liked her to calm down sometimes – it always seems like she’s playing to the balcony. Still, it’s enjoyable and the songs are quite nice. DVD, Fritz Lang’s The Testament of Dr. Mabuse, and in the bedroom DVD, Dial M For Murder. I, however, will Dial C For Christmas, because that’s the kind of Guy I’m. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we?