Well, dear readers, here we are, starting a brand spanking new week. This week shall not be quite as hectic as last week, but it will still be a busy one. I must admit that I am writing these here notes whilst being extremely overtired. Since Friday, I haven’t slept more than five hours a day, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m lucky I can type out a sentence, let alone type out a sentence with any punch, with any zing, with any zip, with any zest, with any zotz. Has anyone noticed that I just got a little Z crazy? Zounds, I really got a little Z crazy. Where was I? I have no clew. I was up at five in the morning yesterday, and took my friend to the airport at eight. When I got back, the Pogue and I decided to trek down to ze book fair in Santa Monica. We got there right as they opened the jernt. We traversed ze whole place in about an hour, and there was a whole slew of dealers in the lobby whose books I hadn’t even looked at the day before. I made two purchases and Pogue made one purchase, so between us we made three purchases. And they say that math iz not my strong suit. Actually, my strong suit is this nice double-breasted number. Why do I keep typing zees all over ze place? Oh, yes, I’m Z crazy. After we left the book fair, we drove over to Dolores in West LA. I hadn’t been there in ages and I just had a hankerin’ for it. We both had the Jumbo Jim hamburger with cheese and Z sauce, and the curly-cue French fries. We both got extra Z sauce for our curly-cue French fries. Aha (aha, spelled backwards)! I get it! I’m Z crazy because I had Dolores’ delicious Z sauce. That’s why I’ve got Z on the brain. I love when clarity occurs in one my age. I then came back to the home environment, whilst Pogue went back to his. I immediately sat on the couch like so much fish and put in a DVD. Within seconds I was catching some Z’s, which, given the fact that I was Z crazy, was only appropriate.
Last night I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled My Name Is Nobody, a spaghetti western produced by Sergio Leone, directed by Tonino Valleri, and starring Mr. Henry Fonda and Terence Hill. Many sequences in the film are obviously the work of Mr. Leone, and therefore it’s a beautiful film to behold. I find My Name Is Nobody very enjoyable, despite its rather schizophrenic nature. Hill and Fonda are wonderful together, and even though it’s got a lot of comedy in it, there is something quite warm and sweet about it. The Ennio Morricone score is a delight. This film was issued on DVD by Image, but I really didn’t like the transfer at all, despite its being in anamorphic scope. Well, there is a new DVD set out from Germany, which has My Name Is Nobody and its near-sequel, Nobody Is The Greatest. The transfer on this German DVD is nothing short of breathtaking, and it makes the Image DVD look like a VHS. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the film look this good. There’s a second DVD with three hours of extras, including a documentary about the film. Now, they call it a documentary, and the boob (boob, spelled backwards) who made it has the temerity to take a “A film by” credit on it, even though the documentary consists of nothing but endlessly long sequences from the film, while a narrator intones things. That’s the documentary, with the exception of three or four interview segments with Terence Hill that are sprinkled throughout the one-hour plus running time. “A film by” indeed.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on ze Unzeemly Button below, because I can no longer zee straight.
Man, am I zonked and zoned, I zeriously am. I do hope I get a good night’s worth of Z’s, because I must be alert and alive, but alive, but alive. I’ve got many packages to ship this very day, and I have a dinner to go to this evening, with composer John Scott, who will finally give me a CD of his marvelous soundtrack to A Study In Terror.
This week I hope to settle on a title treatment for our play, and I also hope to seriously get into casting for it as well. On Thursday, I’ll be over at LACC auditioning their current students to see who can sing – I want to include as many of them as I can in our benefit, and, in fact, I’ve written an opening number, which is designed to be performed by them. There is lots of other stuff going on, but frankly I’m too tired to think of what it might be. Gad zooks.
Don’t forget, Mr. Kevin Spirtas sings today on Days Of Our Lives – I will be very interested to see what happens with our CD single in the aftermath of the airing.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write (and perhaps finish my short story), I must drive about in my motor car and do lotz of errandz, and I must sup with John Scott. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s been way too long since we’ve had a food day – so, what are your favorite sauces and condiments and food ephemera? I’ll start – I love hollandaise sauce, béarnaise sauce, alfredo sauce, a good Bolognese, and simple butter sauce. I do not like sauces with pesto or any of those nouveau spices in them. I love Heinz 57 ketchup, Best Foods mayo, and French’s regular mustard. I love pickles, both sweet and sour, I occasionally like tomatoes drizzled with oil and vinegar, and, of course, I love Z sauce because I’m Z crazy. Your turn. Let’s have loadz of lovely posts, shall we, whilst I try to have some zest, some zing, some zip, some zotz.