Well, dear readers, yesterday was wild and wooly and also wooly and wild around these here parts. I mean, what a day and evening we had. The fun all started at midnight when the new notes went up. It all started with my innocent suggestion that we do the Limbo, and the next thing you know we had 120 posts by one-thirty in the morning. That’s what I call a late-night denizen fearsome frenzy. The laughs were long and loud and when they weren’t long and loud they were loud and long. I didn’t get too much sleep but it was worth it. When I finally got going, I had to catch up on a few things, then had to brave the endless rainfall, which was really coming down this afternoon. I had to drive about in my motor car, a dangerous thing to do when it’s raining this hard in LA – reason being that LA drivers simply cease to function as logical human beings when it’s raining (not that LA drivers are so logical to begin with). They slow down for no reason, they slam on their brakes for no reason, they swerve for no reason, all while talking on their cell phones, so that their already scattered concentration is virtually nil. You can’t even yell at these people because they don’t hear you, so immersed in their cell phone-itis are they. There was some idiot in one of those insufferable huge vehicles – her car was in front of me at a stop light. The light changed to green and she just sat there chatting merrily away. I waited patiently for ten seconds then I honked. She still sat there, chatting merrily away. I honked again. She sat there. I put my hand on the horn and didn’t take it off and finally she realized what she was doing and inched ahead like someone who’d taken a few too many sleeping pills. I pulled aside her and glared – she was just sitting there, chatting merrily away, totally unaware of what was going on around her. I put the Curse of a Thousand Woodpeckers on her and I hope she’s sufferning right this very minute. As I type these here notes it is still pouring rain – it has not stopped, not even for ten seconds for eighteen hours. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Mr. Mac Man came by and I’m now somewhat versed in the various and sundried programs on this Powerbook. I had fun in iMovie and had fun importing and then burning a DVD. I have to figure out if there’s a way to link to little slide shows and stuff I might do in iMovie. Anyone know anything about that? I’ve got to breakfast this morning, then head out to Sierra Madre to see what new treasures are at a store I frequent out there, and then I must hie myself back to the home environment to do stuff that needs doing.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can wrap these here notes up in high fashion (short-shorts and an Esher t-shirt).
Don’t forget to check out Donald’s new radio show, which went up Thursday. As I’ve mentioned, this show will be up for three weeks, at which time we’ll start our brand spanking new season.
I should have my new order of Writer’s Block books this Tuesday. I’ve been out of them for two weeks after the little Christmas rush of orders thanks to the Peter Filichia mention on theatermania.com. I find it hard to believe I’ve already gone through one hundred books, with very few of them being “given” out. It’s not that I haven’t gone through that many on the Kritzer books, but I’ve serviced the bookstores where I’ve signed those books, so a good portion went to them, whereas I have only serviced people who bought them via the Writer’s Block website – the stores have all gotten the books themselves. I did one more pressing of the CDs, and I think that’s probably going to be it for the CDs, so if anyone has been waiting to order, now would be the perfect time.
My goodness, these notes are perfunctory, aren’t they? Yesterday they were global, today they’re perfunctory. They just go along amiably, from one paragraph to another – no highs, no lows, just a straight line. We must have some highs and lows and also some lows and highs, don’t you think? After all, what good are notes unless they are high and low, like the film of the same name by Akira Kurosawa? And yet, we have had no high and no low. Quick, let’s all sing a high A. One, two, three – A. Quick let’s all sing a low G. One, two, three – G. There, now we’ve had high and low, like the film of the same name by Akira Kurosawa. I feel better now.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must breakfast, I must go find the treasure of Sierra Madre, and I must try to stay warm and dry and I must try to be both high and low, like the film of the same name by Akira Kurosawa. Today’s topic of discussion: Even thought we’ve done it long ago, since I’ve been on my Bacharach kick, what are your all-time favorite Bacharach songs – with David, Mack and Hal, with Bayer Sager, with Elvis Costello, or just by himself? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and make sure they are both high and low, like the film of the same name by Akira Kurosawa.