Well, dear readers, this week I shall finally be catching up on some of the newer movies, at least the ones that are nominated for the Director’s Guild of America awards. I must say the last few days here in Los Angeles, California, USA have been absolutely heavenly. If they’d fix my fershluganah pool heater I’d be swimming daily. I shall have to raise a stink about this if I don’t hear when they’re coming by tomorrow – the heater has been on the fritz since I got back to LA on the 8th of December. Yesterday, it was so pretty out that I drove about in my motor car without a care in the world, and I also walked about with my own two feet and just took in the neighborhood, which I so rarely do. I found out on Saturday night that Mr. Earl Holliman lives very close by, so I walked by his house today – I’ve been by it a million times and never knew he lived there. We have several other actors of note in the nabe, as well as several writers and directors. I also puttered around the house in my lounging pyjamas and my smoking jacket. I do love to putter around the house on a Sunday. But, in case you haven’t noticed, today is Monday, so there will be no puttering about. Today will be productive and exciting and then I shall go off to see Mr. Clint Eastwood’s Million Dollar Baby. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture entitled Ice Station Zebra. This is a much-reviled film – both on its original release and now. It was hated by critics and audiences alike. I’d somehow missed it all these years, so it was nice to finally catch up with the DVD. I actually didn’t mind the film at all, up until the hundred minute mark. The final fifty-three minutes are as bad as anything I’ve ever seen – they’re totally incomprehensible, the plot makes no sense, you don’t know who’s doing what to whom, you don’t know what’s going on, and it’s a total mish-mash. It’s no wonder the film bombed. That said, the DVD looks and sounds grand. I do enjoy the mono-thematic Michel Legrand score – it’s the same theme over and over again, every time the fershluganah submarine surfaces and dives. It’s directed by John Sturges, who made some quite good films before Ice Station Zebra. In any case, I don’t think I can recommend this DVD to anyone.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got places to go, people to see, and sticky buns to eat.
Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I am craving the sticky buns. I don’t know why, really, since I don’t know that I’ve ever had such a thing as a sticky bun, but I shall be having it today, whatever it is. I shall march into a bakery and demand a sticky bun. And if they don’t have a sticky bun I shall make a scene – I shall perform the role of Willy Loman in Death of a Salesman. That will be a fine scene. Hopefully, they will have a sticky bun because I must have a sticky bun. I’m quite certain I shall like it whatever it may turn out to be. Are there any places in my area that specialize in sticky buns? I used to see some pretty sticky buns at Bally’s, but that’s another story for another day. I want all dear readers to impart their words of wisdom, sticky bun-wise.
Well, my goodness, that was an entire paragraph about sticky buns. Where else on all the Internet can you read a paragraph on sticky buns. If there is such a paragraph on all the Internet, I’m quite certain that our very own S. Woody White will direct us to it.
Now wait just a darned minute. We’d all better just put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, we’d better break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, we’d better dance the Hora or the Boogaloo because we’ve got us a birthday to celebrate, namely dear errant and truant Noel’s birthday. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to Noel. On the count of three: One, two, three – HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEER TO ERRANT AND TRUANT DEAR READER NOEL!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and also yon, and I must find a sticky bun and stick it in my gaping hungry maw, and then I must see Mr. Clint Eastwood’s film, Million Dollar Baby. Today’s topic of discussion: I’m in a Mexican food mood. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am in a Mexican food mood. So, what are your favorite dishes from south of the border? Let’s hear about them in detail, and be sure to include the more exotic ones we might not be familiar with. And, of course, if you’ve got any Mexican food recipes to share, please do. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as I begin the search for a sticky bun.