Well, dear readers, today is this knockoff celebrity show at the Beverly Garland Hotel and I will be going bright and early. I must say there are some pretty fascinating people who will be there, and I’m sort of looking forward to it. Their latest addition is Samantha Eggar and let me tell you I love me my Samantha Eggar. I’ve worked with several people who’ll be there, so it will be fun to see them again. I’ll have my trusty camera with me. Speaking of cameras, I had a perfectly lovely day yesterday. I don’t remember much of it but I’m just assuming it was perfectly lovely. It was also perfectly rainy, but that’s another story. I wrote (I’m in a VERY trick section of the book now – VERY tricky), I ate, I dreamed I went dancing in my Maidenform Bra, and I played through all the sheet music I got the other day. The Guy Haines album is really starting to take shape, but I’m leaving four slots open just in case. Tomorrow I shall finally hear some rough tracks for a couple of songs – that’s always thrilling. Might I just ask why I was wearing my Maidenform Bra in my dream? Now that I think of it, I wear it all the time when I’m dreaming. It’s a recurring motif. I Dreamed I Went Dancing in my Maidenform Bra – that’s the title of my next novel.
The other day I watched a motion picture on DVD (region 2) entitled Berlin Express, starring Mr. Robert Ryan. It’s not a very good movie – the script is quite convoluted and there is endless narration (by the instantly recognizable Paul Stewart). However, what makes it compelling is the great direction of the great Jacques Tourneur (The Cat People, Curse of the Demon, etc.). Mr. Tourneur was the real thing, and his images (along with cameraman Lucien Ballard) are fantastic. Add to that a nice performance from Mr. Ryan and a good score by Frederick Hollendar, and there are worse ways to spend eighty-six minutes.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because Samantha Eggar is waiting for me. Hayley and Samantha in one month – be still my heart. Perhaps Miss Eggar will dance with me in my Maidenform Bra. Perhaps she’ll even be wearing a Maidenform Bra.
Isn’t my typing better without a bandage on? I’m supposed to go see some play tonight – the producers asked me to see it to perhaps sit down with the playwright and offer my suggestions. Apparently, it’s a really good idea but it’s not executed especially well and needs to be fleshed out. It’s in Beverly Hills. If it’s not raining, then I shall sally forth or, at the very least, rosemary forth or, at the very least henry fifth. What the HELL am I talking about?
It’s occurred to me that I haven’t had a proper massage in six months, since the week I moved into this house. I may have to rectify that situation next week, oh, yes, I may have to rectify it. Of course I shall be wearing my Maidenform Bra for the massage. It would be unseemly of me not to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must attend the celebrity show, I must take photographs, I must see a play and I must eat, oh, yes, I must eat. Speaking of eating – it’s Saturday, therefore The Food of the Day is Mexican Food. Everyone simply must eat something from south of the border today, whether it’s a taco or enchilada or tortilla or albondigas – and the we must have detailed reports. Of course, if someone chooses to eat frijoles I’m quite certain we’ll have very detailed reports. We don’t allow groaning here at haineshisway.com. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite giant monster movies? I love Godzilla, of course, especially the original Japanese Gojira, which I’m currently watching. I also love Beginning of the End (giant grasshoppers), Tarantula, and many others. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let us all dream we went dancing in our collective Maidenform Bras.