Well, dear readers, have you ever wanted to just throw in the towel? Yesterday, I wanted to throw in the towel, but I couldn’t find in, so I threw out the towel. Now I don’t have a towel. Isn’t that annoying? Here I wanted to throw in the towel and now I am sans towel and all because in was out. I hate when that happens. Do you realize that when I shower this morning I shall have to dry myself off with paper towels, simply because I threw out the towel? If I’d thrown in the towel, in would have given it right back. But out is a butt cheek and has kept the towel. By the way (BTW, in Internet lingo), if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, please, put it in an envelope and mail it to Clews For Us, PO Box 1, Azusa, California. Well, we’re off to a fine start on this lovely Wednesday. I actually don’t know if it’s a lovely Wednesday, since it’s still Tuesday evening as I write this. Here’s something I can tell you – yesterday, I had the treat of going over to Mr. Terry Trotter’s home environment to hear some of the songs he’s been working on for our upcoming CD project. Now, I don’t know many better things than spending a late-afternoon hour listening to Mr. Terry Trotter have his way with some glorious melodious melodies. It’s going to be quite a special album. Other than that, I took most of the day off. I did manage to ship quite a few packages, so I’m all caught up, shipping-wise.
A disturbing thing was that I could not find my sunglasses yesterday morning. That was most disturbing. I called the El Portal and they looked but couldn’t find them. I called the Eclectic Café, where I ate dinner yesterday, and they couldn’t find them. I called the Stephen Weiss Temple but since I’ve never been there, they didn’t have them. Then, late yesterday, the El Portal called back and said they’d found them in the lighting booth, under a pillow. I didn’t mean to say that the El Portal called back – I have found in my experience that buildings don’t dial well. Jay at the El Portal, in fact, called, and that was very good news indeed, since my sunglasses cost a pretty penny. In the meantime, I had to wear my other sunglasses all day yesterday, but I don’t like them as much, because they cost an ugly penny. I’m just all over the map today, aren’t I? For example, right now I’m in Sri Lanka. Earlier, I was in Constantinople. Later, I shall be in Diamond Bar.
Today I must go buy a new towel, just in case I feel like throwing in the towel, should in ever return. One cannot be without a towel, towels are an important part of the fabric of our daily lives, which is, by the way, nylon tricot.
Perhaps the best thing to do right about now would be to click on the Unseemly Button below, because I’m just getting a bit too Eugene Ionesco, if you ask me. Did you know that the Unseemly Button wasn’t always called the Unseemly Button? In our very early notes, it was called the Read More button. I didn’t think that had enough flair, so we changed it to the Unseemly Button, which has flair to spare or which has flare to spair.
There is a rant coming up, so for those who don’t like rants, you may skip to the next paragraph, which shall be rant-free. Last night I watched the little “documentary” that is included on The Adventures of Superman DVD. I say right here and now and also now and here, enough with these “documentaries.” First of all, they are not documentaries – they are little puff pieces peopled by some fairly uninteresting characters. It’s always nice to see Jack Larson, but do we really need the ubiquitous Leonard Maltin spouting his usual bits of genius, like “Back then we only had a few channels – no cable, no Internet.” Thanks, Len, that was just so informative. And I just don’t want to see these “authors” of books about whatever the DVD subject is. I’m pretty positive that the history and development of the Superman TV show is very interesting and filled with wonderful factoids, none of which you get in the whatever-it-is. On top of the ineptly put-together program, it is scored wall-to-wall with the most horrendously “wrong” music I’ve ever heard – and it’s so loud in the mix you can barely hear what anyone is saying. And if the thing is going to run twenty minutes, why do it at all? All the while I was watching it, I was hurling vile epithets at the TV. I was saying things like, “Shut up, Leonard Maltin, you gasbag.” Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not bashing Leonard Maltin per se – I’ve met him and he’s always been cordial to me, but I’m bashing his appearances on these special features. Enough already, Leonard. And enough already Warner Bros. Give up the ghost or hire some people who know how to make an interesting program. But, they don’t want interesting programs – they want something down and dirty and cheap, that is pablum, that won’t ruffle any feathers, and that will have nothing that the legal department might deem iffy. End of rant.
Do you know that this morning I have no desire to throw in the towel, which is good as I don’t have the towel, having thrown out the towel. This morning I do have a meeting to attend, and then I must pick up my sunglasses, and then I may have to go record three songs into a machine so that sheet music can be created. We shall see.
Now wait just a darned minute. Quick, let’s put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s dance the Hora and the Shipoopi, because today is dear reader Jed’s birthday. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to dear reader Jed. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO DEAR READER JED!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write – I’ve been very slack in the writing department and I will damn well not be slack any more. I shall write at least one hour a day from now on – in the morning or in the evening. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite Motown songs? I love Motown songs from the golden era and am looking forward to hearing your choices. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we – and, whatever you do, don’t throw in the towel, and don’t throw out the towel. Keep the towel to yourself.