Well, dear readers, I feel I do not have anything to say in today’s notes. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I feel I don not have anything to say in today’s notes. “I don not have anything to say”? What does that mean? I not only don’t have anything to say, I’m saying it badly. I don have anything to say – what am I, Ricky Ricardo all of a sudden? In any case, I don not have anything to say, and that is that. So, what shall I talk about if I have nothing to say? I’ve already talked about the fact that I have nothing to say, so I’ve exhausted that topic. This is a conundrum, isn’t it? I have nothing to say and yet I must say something because otherwise these here notes will have no content, and I am not content to have no content. I’ve actually written quite a few words saying nothing, haven’t I? In fact, this is an entire paragraph in which I’ve said nothing other than that I have nothing to say. I believe this is an Internet first, ladies and germs. Soon other sites will follow suit or, at the very least, will follow skirt and blouse. Soon having nothing to say will be hip and cool and once again we will have led the way. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Okay, here is something that I could say: Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled The Hairdresser’s Husband, un film de Patrice Leconte. As you know by now, Mr. Leconte has become one of my favorite directors, and I’ve been trying to see as many of his films as I can lay my hands on. I’d seen The Hairdresser’s Husband years ago, because I’d seen Mr. Leconte’s wonderful Monsieur Hire and was interested to see his subsequent film. I remember enjoying it, but I viewed it on a VHS pan-and-scan tape (it’s a scope film). It was grand to catch up with it again, and it’s even better than I remember. It’s a very simple film with a one-line plot – a boy is obsessed with the woman who cuts his hair. When he grows up, all he wants to do is marry a hairdresser. He finally meets the hairdresser of his dreams and they marry. It’s that simple. We just have scenes – small intimate wonderful scenes. The film runs seventy-six minutes, a perfect length. The leading role is played by the superb Jean Rochefort, and it’s a great performance. The hairdresser is an actress I don’t know, but she’s wonderful, too. Beautiful photography, beautiful score (Michael Nyman), and another winner from Mr. Leconte. I should have another Leconte film arriving tomorrow – The Widow of St. Pierre.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? I thought I didn’t have anything to say and here I’ve gone and said a mouthful. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m quite certain I’ll have nothing to say in the next section.
Here is something I could say: I had a nice day yesterday – got a bit of writing done (quite a bit, actually), got a bit of eating done, got a bit of driving about in my motor car done, and even got a bit of Jacuzziing done.
Well, I at least managed to eke out a short paragraph. Small steps lead to bigger steps. My goodness that was deep, wasn’t it? That was so New Age. Small steps lead to bigger steps. I feel I may have a new career as a Life Coach.
Speaking of quantum physics, I ate three chocolate donuts yesterday. I really must change my eating habits. I must lose weight. I resemble a hefty bag right now. I just don’t know why you can’t eat three chocolate donuts and still lose weight. Where is the fairness in that?
Well, I don have anything to say and yet I keep writing words, which lead to sentences, which lead to paragraphs, all for naught. I shall stop now because I feel I may have something to say and I wouldn’t want to ruin the vibe of these here notes.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and also yon, I must write, I must do errands, I must pick up packages, and I must not eat three chocolate donuts. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s dream vacation day here at haineshisway.com. If money were no object, where would you spend your dream vacation? I’ll start – I’d do a three-week vacation and visit the UK, France, Italy and then Japan. That would be heavenly. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and hopefully you will not suffer from my malady and you will have plenty to say.