Well, dear readers, romance is in the air and the air is in romance. Why is romance in the air and the air in romance you might ask and I might tell you for why should I withhold such vital information from you dear readers? Romance is in the air because tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, a day of Cupid’s arrows piercing the butt cheeks of one and all and also all and one. A day of holding hands and holding feet and holding knees. A day of canoodling in the canoe. A day of petting in the parlor. A day of kissing in the kitchen. A day pregnant with all things romantic. Well, let’s not get carried away with the pregnant part. Why am I going on about Valentine’s Day when it isn’t until tomorrow. This is known as premature Valentine’s Day. I hate when that happens, don’t you? In any case, I’m just alerting you to the fact that tomorrow will be a day and night where romance runs rampant here at haineshisway.com. I tell you, romance will run rampant and rampant may even run romance. In other words, pucker up, hainsies/kimlets. Yesterday, I had a lovely day doing not much of anything. Mostly I awaited the call of Margaret, who pronounced my new pages excellent, which was very heartening to hear. I then actually wrote a couple of new pages because I was feeling my oats. My oats weren’t too happy that I was feeling them, but such is life, feeling oats-wise. I ate pizza since it was Pizza Day. I had several slices – one plain, one pepperoni, and one mushroom. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled All in a Night’s Work, starring Mr. Dean Martin and Miss Shirley MacLaine. It’s one of those not very funny 1960 comedies from Paramount, but the actors are good (in addition to the two stars, we get Gale Gordon, Charlie Ruggles, Mabel Albertson and a few others). The transfer is really pretty – but I can’t recommend it, really. I then attended a screening of television shows from the Golden Era. I didn’t stay all that long, but what I saw was faboo and divoon, with an emphasis on the latter. We saw a complete episode of The Pinky Lee Show, which was very strange, yet oddly charming. Mr. Lee was an odd duck, but he’s really a good dancer, tapping away like Gene Kelly. It occurred to me that you couldn’t do a show like that today – there is no more innocence left in the world. If Pinky Lee sat a little girl on his lap, as he did in a lot of the show, he’d be thrown off the air, the parents would sue him, and on and on. What a sicko place the world has become, when innocent behavior can’t exist anymore. That was followed by a complete episode of the fifties Johnny Carson show, Carson’s Cellar. Most of it wasn’t so hot, but there was a great quiz show sketch with Johnny and the Queen for a Day show host, and Miss June Foray. Next up was a wonderful clip of Red Skelton and Lucille Ball singing Poor Everybody Else, and doing a hobo sketch that was delightful. I’d be very surprised if Poor Everybody Else wasn’t by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh – it reeks of them. We then had a brief clip from the Joey Bishop Show, with guest Don Rickles – very funny. Then we had a wonderful excerpt from some mid-sixties Hollywood Palace-type show (maybe it was Hollywood Palace), with Milton Berle hosting, and guests Jayne Mansfield and Martha Raye. They did a lot of hilarious banter and then the three of them sang I Enjoy Being a Girl. Hilarious. Then we had a Tonight Show clip from the late sixties (when the show was in New York, with Skitch Henderson and the band) – the guest was Jerry Van Dyke, doing a really funny miming of The Lone Ranger radio show. People in the audience were screaming with laughter (both Carson’s audience and ours). That’s when I made my exit, so I have no idea what goodies followed.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we whip ourselves into a romantic frenzy.
Yes, I can feel romance coming, I can feel Cupid’s arrows winging their way to my butt cheeks. If I were you, and I am, I would not miss being around this here site come tomorrow. I tell you, romance is in the air. It’s coming. It’s wafting its way nearer and nearer.
Donald is back, and so I presume he will have a brand spanking new radio show up later today, so be sure to check it out. He really is the best of the best.
I’m just feeling so damnably romantic right now. Part of that is because I’m writing a little section of the book that has some romance in it. Ah, romance. Ah, Paree. Romance on the high seas, or, if you’re a soprano, romance on the high C’s. I even like romance on the low seas or even the low C’s. It is time to seize romance, especially if you’re on the high seas. And while you’re at it, you may as well seize the seas. You know, it occurs to me that I haven’t the foggiest idea of what the HELL I’m going on about.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must do a couple of errands, I must eat various and sundried foodstuffs, and I must have romance on the high seas in preparation for tomorrow’s day of days, the Day of the Valentine. The Day of the Valentine – that is the title of my next novel. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers choose the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, as we wend our way towards the I Heart You Valentine’s Day.