Well, dear readers, my head has just done a Linda Blair because it was just Monday and now it is Friday. You know, I believe you could search the entire Internet right now and not find any website anywhere with the sentence “my head has just done a Linda Blair.” I do feel that with sentences such as those, soon we will be the most popular site on all the Internet. Are you all picturing my head doing a Linda Blair? I wonder if Linda Blair’s head ever does a me? Where was I? Oh, yes, it’s Friday and the weekend and, shockingly, the last week of September. The week has sped by like a gazelle on a boogie board. Speaking of a boogie board, yesterday was a non-stop mélange of people and places, not necessarily in that order. I awoke to a phone call from my pal Linda Purl, whose first album I produced. She asked if I might help her with her club act, and I told her I’d be happy to be of whatever service I can be. She’s leaving town to do a play, and on her return at the end of October we’ll get together and chat about it. I think she’s really terrific and it would be fun to work with her. I then had to zip off to a lunch with our very own Miss Jessica Rush. We went to Marie Callendar’s (I’ve been on a Marie Callendar’s kick recently), where our beloved waitress Bobbi attended to us. We had a lovelier than lovely lunch and we even had a brief surprise guest visit from Mr. Kevin Spirtas. I had my usual bacon cheeseburger and salad with ranch dressing (no fries or onion rings today), and Jessica had the chili, which she loved. I then had to return to the home environment where I was joined by Miss Cindy Williams. I hadn’t seen her in quite some time and it was really fun to catch up. If everything goes according to Hoyle, I’ll be putting together a one-woman show for her, which will debut somewhere around the middle of next year. We’re just starting to explore what it is, and she’s brimming with ideas and we’re going to start making notes and getting stuff down. She gets so busy sometimes that it’s hard to pin her down, but she knows how important this is for her, and I think she’s ready to do it. After that, I went over to Mr. Grant Geissman’s home environment to pick up a few items, including a jpeg of the Rewind cover, which I posted in yesterday’s posts – if you didn’t see it, check it out, baby, check it out. The day finally ended at around seven o’clock, although I had two long telephonic conversations after that.
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Eyewitness. Not the Sigourney Weaver Eyewitness, no, this Eyewitness was a Brit film from the very early 70s, starring Lionel Jeffries, Susan George, and Mark Lester. It’s the old boy who cried wolf chestnut, not done very well, and with mighty strange music. It does manage a modicum of suspense in its final thirty minutes, but it’s one of those movies where every character behaves so stupidly that it strains credulity. Have you ever strained credulity? I like my credulity chopped, frankly, or minced, but never strained. Strained credulity gives me the willies. This is yet another DVD I bought four years ago and never got around to viewing. It’s nice to catch up with these DVDs because if I don’t like them they immediately go on the trade pile, which is currently where Eyewitness is sitting. It’s sitting there straining credulity, actually, and it’s quite annoying.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before this entire section begins to strain credulity.
You know, acupuncture is excellent for anyone who has sprained credulity. I’m just completely enjoying typing the word credulity over and over again, like a gazelle in a Xerox machine. “A gazelle in a Xerox machine” – now there is something that strains credulity.
My luncheon engagement has been cancelled today, so I’m hoping to get in quite a bit of writing, as well as a little shipping and a little thisa and a little thata, with an emphasis on the latter. Tonight I may get together with someone I went to LACC with – I have no memory of who they are, but I might remember if I actually can put a face with the name.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must drive about in my motor car, I must do an errand or three, and I must strain some credulity just for the HELL of it. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, Philip Glass’ rather boring soundtrack to The Hours. House CD, a rerecording of Dimitri Tiomkin’s score to Red River, which I don’t think very much of. DVD, Inserts, a very strange and not very good film with Richard Dreyfuss. Bedroom DVD, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let’s not be straining credulity whilst we merrily post away all the livelong day and night.