Well, dear readers, it has just occurred to me that I have begun over three years’ worth of these here notes with the phrase “Well, dear readers”. I wonder when I first started using that – probably on the Sondheim site as The Real A. I wonder why it stuck. I wonder and I ponder and I ponder whilst I wonder and I ponder and I wonder as I wander and I pander. In any case, I just thought I’d point out this interesting factoid for want of any other way to start today’s notes. Speaking of today’s notes, I had a lovely day yesterday. I slept a little later than normal, I finished my second proofing go-through and will now pay a visit to Kinko’s to get a few more copies printed. I picked up six count them six packages, I ate very reasonably, and I had a good work session with Mr. Kevin Spirtas. We did a rough map-out of the show on index cards, and it seems like the structure will work just fine. He’s got to do some choosing now, material-wise, and then we’re just going to start putting the show on its feet and working on some arrangements. He has to come up with some new patter, which we’ll then refine together as we rehearse the show. I really enjoy this part of the process. I then paid a short visit to a live chat on a DVD website, which was just about the stupidest most inept chat board I’ve ever seen, and from what I saw of the chat, it was the deadest live chat one could imagine. It makes me appreciate even more the smart people we’ve got around these here parts, and how much fun our live chats are. I also managed to do some errands and have a couple of lengthy and fun phone conversations. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Last night I watched two count them two motion pictures on DVD. The firs motion picture on DVD was entitled The Naked Edge. This is not a professional DVD, it is a home grown DVD I got on eBay. It looks like someone just transferred the videotape since it has the same awful splicy opening as the tape did. I believe that The Naked Edge was one of the last movies I saw at Benjamin Kritzer’s beloved Stadium Theater, just prior to its closure and becoming a temple. It’s not a very good movie, but I don’t think it deserved quite the critical drubbing it got at the time of its release. It was Mr. Gary Cooper’s final film, and it also stars the lovely Miss Deborah Kerr, along with Eric Portman, Peter Cushing, and the divoon Hermoine Gingold. The script is by Joseph Stefano (Psycho), from a novel by Max Ehrlich. Even though I know it’s not very good, I really have a soft spot for this film, and I enjoy it every time I see it. I’m also fond of its musical score by the great William Alwyn. I then watched the second motion picture on DVD entitled Matango: Attack of the Mushroom People. I chose to watch it with the English dub, just for that extra bit of cheese that said dub adds to the film. It’s quite an odd little film, with a very slow beginning, a fairly slow middle, and a sort-of slow end. But, it’s grand to see it in such a nice transfer, preserving the Tohoscope framing and with pretty decent color. I’m watching it again in Japanese, and it’s automatically better – none of those terrible and terribly wrong vocal performances, and dialogue that is suddenly not unintentionally hilarious. I don’t think I shall eat any mushrooms today, oh, no, I don’t think I shall eat any mushrooms today.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because if we don’t we might all be attacked by killer mushrooms.
How now, brown cow. How now, brown cow? Why did that suddenly pop into my head like an unwanted watermelon seed? Where did that phrase come from anyway? How now, brown cow. It’s an elocutionary thing, isn’t it? Like Moses supposes. How Now, Brown Cow – that’s the title of my next novel.
Speaking of brown cows, today is the day I start filing away stuff that’s been piling up around the home environment. I hate piles around the home environment, don’t you? So, today I shall file each and every pile, and then I shall be pileless in Studio City. I shall be sans piles and I shall dance about like a gazelle in Spain.
How now, brown cow. I think that shall be the phrase of the day. Let us say “How now, brown cow,” to everyone we speak to today. That will confound them no end, won’t it?
Well, dear readers (there we go again), I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go to Kinko’s, I must do errands, I must drive about in my motor car, I must eat reasonably, and I must file each and every pile. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like, and we all get to answer them any old way we like. For example, a fine question would be, How Now, Brown Cow? Let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers, shall we?