Well, dear readers, here we are on a lovely Sunday, the start of a new week, in fact, the start of Christmas week as we continue our Countdown to Christmas. Oh, I am really getting in the Christmas spirit, I tell you. I think this is going to be quite a busy week, what with last minute shopping, last minute writing, last minute preparations for the Christmas Eve Do, and last minute notes. For example, if you haven’t made your final decision as to what to buy your true love, I’m thinking that a really loving gift might just be seven swans a’swimming. That’s the gift that keeps on giving, if you ask me. Seven is just the perfect number of swimming swans, if you ask me. Of course, you also have to buy your true love a swimming pool so the seven swimming swans will actually have somewhere to swim. There’s nothing worse, for example, that seven swans who are trying to swim in the sink. Anyway, for the true love who has everything, I don’t think you can go wrong with seven swans a’swimming.
Yesterday, I had quite a lovely day. First of all, it was like summer here in Los Angeles, California, USA – dazzlingly dazzling, if you ask me. I shipped some packages in the morning and then drove out to Sierra Madre to a store/warehouse that I frequent (they used to be in Burbank). They were having a little Christmas “do” of their own, and you won’t believe it but they had both cheese slices and ham chunks – well, to be truthful, it was ham slices and cheese chunks, but it’s the thought that counts. Did you know the thought counts? The thought can count all the way up to one hundred now. Where was I? Oh, yes, I went out to Sierra Madre where I got some treasures. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I got the treasure of Sierra Madre. I picked up quite a few CDs, some real, some home-grown, all interesting. The best of the lot so far is Joe Hisaishi’s wonderfully wonderful score to the new Hayao Miyazaki film, Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s really wonderful, and it is not going to be out of my CD player for quite some time. I also got a Basil Poledouris score to something called Amerika, John Barry’s The White Buffalo, an unreleased Elmer Bernstein score to Five Days One Summer, and other assorted goodies.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have quite a bit to do before attending the matinee performance of Paint Your Wagon at the Geffen Playhouse.
Don’t forget, Donald will have a brand spanking new radio show up, so give it a listen. There are no finer radio shows on all the Internet.
I’ve called around and I have to tell you that if you want seven swans a’swimming you’re going to have to act quickly. Almost every place I called were running low, and one store only had four swans a’swimming and that is just too few swans a’swimming, if you ask me. Why do you keep asking me, anyway?
Yesterday, I made a rather big decision as regards the projects I’m working on. I’m not ready to discuss that decision quite yet, but I think it’s the right decision and one that will result in something very interesting. More later.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must flutter about like a gazelle eating gefilte fish, I must do a few errands, and then I must hie myself to the West of Wood to see a musical comedy entitled Paint Your Wagon. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to choose the topics and we all get to pontificate on them ad nauseum. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely posts, as we inundate our true loves with such phantasmagorical gifts – she will be laden with phantasmagorical gifts like seven swans a’swimming, six geese a’laying (of course, you could always give her seven geese a’swimming and six shtupping swans), five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two mutant turtle doves, and that fershluganah partridge in a pear tree. Yes, those are just phantasmagorical gifts for true loves, if you ask me.