Well, dear readers, can you believe it’s Saturday already. It seems like it was only Friday but a moment ago. Of course, it was Friday but a moment ago, so there you are. There you are and here am I. My goodness, that was quite metaphysical, wasn’t it? And so early in the notes. I mean, if one is going to be metaphysical, one is usually metaphysical a bit later in the notes. But, enough of metaphysical, let’s talk about love. What is it, fish? Yes, dear readers, love is fish, and once you know that you carry the secret of love. Without fish, there is no love. Without love, there is no fish. Without love or fish there is nothing but an eternity of nothingness. I cannot believe the depth of these here notes, can you? These here notes are so deep I’m having trouble keeping my head above them. I am sinking in the depth of these here notes. You know, it has recently occurred to me that I have absolutely no clew as to what the hell I’m talking about. Something about love and fish. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you have read such a paragraph as this one?
I had quite a nice day yesterday. It included a very productive lunch with Mr. David Wechter. We ate at The Cheesecake Factory. I had a bowl of their iffy clam chowder, and the appetizer of Taquitos, which were quite yummilicious. I then did some errands, and then came home and wrote, whilst the Pool People did their thing and installed a new pump and heater.
Last night, I watched a DVD entitled The Matchmaker, a new release from Paramount Home Video. I had never seen the rilm of The Matchmaker, nor had I seen the film of The Matchmaker. The rilm of The Matchmaker wasn’t so hot, but the film of The Matchmaker was quite delightful. It was adapted by the play of Thornton Wilder by the Wildly talented John Michael Hayes. The wonderful cast includes two Shirleys – Miss Booth and Miss MacLaine. Also, Anthony Perkins, Robert Morse (recreating his Broadway role) and, best of all, the divine Paul Ford. They don’t make them like Paul Ford anymore. There is no actor working today who is like him or his ilk – not one actor of his age group has that kind of personality or timing. I was very surprised at just how much Mr. Michael Stewart used of Mr. Wilder’s play – all the famous Hello, Dolly lines are directly from Mr. Wilder with nary a change. And, you can just see where Mr. Herman glommed onto his song titles – in the first scene, Mrs. Dolly Gallagher Levi says, “Oh, you know, I put my hand in here, I put my hand in there.” Later there’s a line about putting on your Sunday clothes, and on and on and on. The best thing about the new DVD is its transfer – one of the best black-and-white transfers I’ve ever seen. Crisp, detailed, and luminous. For ten bucks you can’t go wrong.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m sure there will be more to say on the subject of love and fish, not necessarily in that order.
Evidently I was wrong. There is nothing more to say on the subject of love and fish. I believe we have exhausted that subject. I’m having a little heartburn though. That we can discuss. We haven’t exhausted the topic of heartburn yet. Maybe it’s from those Taquitos I ate, but I ate them at 12:30 and haven’t eaten anything since. Maybe the heartburn was caused by the typing of the word “love”. That is entirely possible. Or maybe it was caused by the typing of the word “fish”. That is entirely possible. All things are possible in this best of all possible worlds. What am I, Dr. Pangloss all of a sudden?
I am suddenly hungry for a late-night snack. However, the car is already in the garage, and I am already in my lounging pyjamas and smoking jacket. What to do, what to do. I have almost nothing in the house. I could make tuna, but then I’d have to say, “What is it, fish?” I could make a couple of eggs, but then I’d have to say, “What is it, eggs?” I don’t feel like either of those things. What I do feel like is French fries and ranch dressing. But, I shouldn’t do that, that is bad. I should refrain. I should, but can I? That is the question.
Now, wait just a darned minute. Quick, let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora and the Turkey Trot, for today is the birthday of occasional dear reader Elan. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to Elan. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OCCASIONAL DEAR READER ELAN!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must journey to Sierra Madre to pick up my magazines which didn’t arrive last week. Mr. Ray Harryhausen will be at the store, so I could say hello to him whilst there. I must also do an errand or two, and perhaps even write for a little while. And, of course, I must watch a DVD or two. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite songs with the word “love” in the title? Conversely, what are your all time favorite songs with the word “fish” in the title? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we ponder love and fish and also fish and love.