Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it – I could barely believe it myself and yet I must for it is true. What can I barely believe yet I must for it is true? Well, I’ll tell you what I can barely believe yet must for it is true. All of a sudden, in the middle of the night, when not a creature was stirring (no, Virginia, not even a mouse), we did the time warp and skipped one hour. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, whilst we were all in our various and sundried beds, time did the time warp and skipped one hour. So, let us say we arose at nine, a reasonable time for arising. There we are, puttering around the home environment, thinking it’s nine when it is not nine at all because time was doin’ the time warp and nine is ten. Yes, Virginia, nine is ten. Twelve is one. Three is four. And so forth and so on and also so on and so forth. This time warp plays havoc with my inner clock. My inner clock is confused as all get out and I think we know how confused all get out is. In any case, it is now officially Daylight Savings Time and that is simply that. Speaking of Daylight Savings Time, I had a strange day yesterday. I never quite got with it. I just drove in my motor car, did some sight-seeing in Burbank (no mean feat), and then came home. I took a swim, ate some bagels and cream cheese and a few biscuit/cookie thingees. Later in the evening I was really craving a salad with ranch dressing and croutons. I mean, I was CRAVING it, and yet I could not rustle up one single adventurous soul or even one single adventurous sole to tag along. I certainly wasn’t going to go to Marie Callendar’s alone and sit there eating a salad with ranch dressing and croutons. That just isn’t done. I would have been looked at askance. Well, just wait until someone else has a craving for a salad with ranch dressing and croutons. Just wait until they call me. I shall laugh and laugh and just when they think I can’t laugh anymore, I shall laugh again and say, “Phut – I shall not tag along for no one tagged along with me.” That is what I shall say.
Last night, whilst having my unsatisfied craving, I watched two count them two motion pictures on DVD. The first motion picture I watched on DVD was entitled Teacher’s Pet, starring Miss Doris Day (Happy Birthday, Miss Day), and Mr. Clark Gable. Teacher’s Pet is eighty-five minutes of delightful light comedy. Unfortunately, the film runs two hours. That is way too long for this trifle. It takes forever to get going, but then has many delightful sequences filled with merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. Then it slows down at the end and just sort of limps to its finish. Still, you don’t get star power like Miss Day and Mr. Gable these days, not to mention the expert comedy stylings of Mr. Gig Young (who was nominated for an Academy Award for his performance). The transfer is lusciously luscious. I then watched a motion picture entitled Vera Drake. It’s a perfectly fine motion picture, but it just sort of goes along from scene to scene until we get to the real drama of the piece over half-way through. The film never really builds to anything; it just ambles along. However, the performances are all great. Imelda Staunton is terrific as the titular character. Equally as good, although not heralded like Miss Staunton, is the gentleman who plays her husband, Phil Davis. It’s all competently directed by Mik Leigh. I sort of wish he’d restrained Miss Staunton a bit during her big crying scenes. One scene of her crying and not being able to get her words out is affecting. Four scenes of her crying and not being able to get her words out is tiresome. I don’t know what the film looked like in the theater, but it’s quite grainy-looking and sort of soft on DVD. However, I often find that that’s the case with Fine Line DVDs.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we begin getting used to the time warp by resetting each and every clock in the home environment.
So, now it will be lighter later. Or should that be later lighter. I tell you, the time warp has already got me discombobulated or, at the very least, discomfredulated.
I wonder if today I will have a craving for salad with ranch dressing and croutons? Or will the moment be gone? Or will another craving replace the salad with ranch dressing and croutons craving? We shall see.
I’ve got quite a busy week coming up, what with some rehearsals with Mr. Kevin Spirtas, having a meal with Mr. Walter Willison (I must pass on a sweet story he told me – perhaps in tomorrow’s notes), I must have several meetings, I’ll be dining with some interesting folks, and I must start working with Mr. Guy Haines, rehearsing his songs.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must have some sort of craving, I must get used to the time warp, I must watch a DVD or three, and I must do some organizing around the home environment. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to respond. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, whilst we do the time warp and get used to this new-fangled Daylight Savings Time.