Well, dear readers, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas as we continue on our countdown to Christmas. Today, for example, would be an excellent day for sending two turtle doves to your true love. And if those turtle doves were singing True Love that would just be the icing on the cake, wouldn’t it? That would just be the cat’s lounging pyjamas, wouldn’t it? Yesterday, the day just flew by – I wrote, I did errands, I wrote and I did errands. I should be finished with the script notes today, and then I’ll send it out tomorrow and get the rest of my moolah, hopefully by Christmas. Christmas cards have begun arriving, and this morning I’ll be picking mine up and mailing them out posthaste. I finished the new book called Broadway Musicals. It’s a massive thing, with beautiful photographs. I found some of the text annoying and some of the text informative. I also found some of the text informative and some of the text annoying. Next, I’ll be leafing my way through the gigantic book of complete New Yorker cartoons. One of the neat things about this gigantic book is that it also includes several CD roms-worth of the entire book’s contents. So, I suppose I can load some of my favorite cartoons right onto my computer. My amazon package from Germany seems to have gone awry, but they won’t do anything about it until after December 31st. It was shipped on 11/30 and was supposed to arrive by 12/8. But, here we are on 12/14 and no sign of it. It makes me nervous because I also ordered two other big box sets from amazon Germany. Well, hopefully they will all arrive within the week, prior to Christmas. I hate when things go awry, don’t you?
I really must have my masseuse come to the home environment this week, as I’m quite out of whack. My neck hurts, my back hurts, my legs hurt. John and William also Hurt. I may even pop for the extra-special ninety minute treatment. I’m also hoping Mr. Pool Man will finally fix the pool heater, which has been on the fritz since my return. I was a bit surprised he didn’t come right away, but his regular time is tomorrow, so I’ll see him in the morning and bitch-slap him until he makes everything right. I’ve missed sitting in Ye Olde Jacuzzi this week.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must do a plethora of things this very day.
Once I have finished with these silly script notes today, I fully intend to dive back into the two new books I’ve begun. We’ll see how it is to flip back and forth between them – I think it will be fun, but you never know. If it’s not fun, then I may alternate weeks. We shall see.
Now wait just a darned minute. I think we’d all just better stop right now and put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, I think we’d all better break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, I think we’d all better dance the Hora or the Jitterbug, because today is the birthday of dear reader Tom of Oz, our very own Wizard from down under. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our favorite Ozzie. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR FAVORITE OZZIE!!!
My goodness this has been a big birthday month, and it’s not over yet. In fact, it’s not over until the fat lady sings. I’d like to know why it can’t be over when the skinny lady sings. Why does it always have to be over when the fershluganah fat lady sings? And just what is the fat lady going to sing to signify that it’s over? The fat lady is bugging me, frankly. In any case, it’s not over until the fat lady sings and that’s all there is to that. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must work, I must play, I must drive about in my motor car, I must take luncheon with Miss Tammy Minoff (she’s taking me out for my birthday), and then I must sup with Mr. Walter Willison at some point in the early hours of the evening. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your ten favorite DVD releases of 2004? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we wait for the fat lady to get off her humungous butt cheeks and sing.