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April 3, 2006:

JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED

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Well, dear readers, it’s a brand spanking new week in a brand spanking new month and there you have it. I am relaxed and ready to get going on all new adventures. Several new adventures are starting this very week, including our reading of the musical, and my new weight loss regime, which I am going to be very serious about. I do have several dinners I must do this week, but I’m going to eat well, but reasonably. Yesterday, for example, I ate well and reasonably, and then went on my first jog in over a year. It was horrifying, really, but I managed to finally do a half-mile. Today or tomorrow, depending on how I feel and how my legs feel, I may try for a mile. I ended up having several really long telephonic calls with several people, something I was not planning on doing, but it just worked out that way. I’d say that took up about three hours of the day and the day went by quickly anyway because of the time change. Other than that, I just sat on my couch like so much fish, and spent a bit of time at the piano trying to get as much of the score for the new musical in my fingers as I could. I’m pretty fine with my stuff, but still struggling with David’s three melodies, and still trying to finish up the lyrics to the last of his tunes. I’m supposed to get his scene rewrite by tomorrow at the latest, then I’ll incorporate that into our script, and then I’ve got to print out copies for everyone in the class. I also have several ideas that have been percolating in my head, writing-wise, and I’m hoping to actually begin one or both of those projects in the next week or so (I’m chomping at the bit to get going). Also, I’m going to start editing the Deceit video this week, as well. We also still have Kevin’s video to edit, which I’m hoping can get done directly after that. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Yesterday, I managed to watch two count them two motion pictures on DVD. The first motion picture on DVD was entitled Magic, a film of Richard Attenborough, starring Mr. Anthony Hopkins, Miss Ann-Margret, Mr. Burgess Meredith, and, of course, Fats. Mr. William Goldman wrote the script, adapted from his novel. I’ve only seen the film in bits and pieces, and finally seeing the whole thing was nice – however, it’s a film that simply doesn’t work very well, and most of that is the fault of Attenborough, who simply was a bad director. He has no sense of pace or the macabre or how to do this sort of fun thriller. Hopkins is excellent, Miss Ann-Margret is fine, and Meredith is the solid pro he always is. Fats is well-designed, too, but the whole thing is leaden and lethargic, despite some good dialogue from Mr. Goldman. The transfer is terrific, although the wonderful Jerry Goldsmith score sounds a bit thin. I then watched the second motion picture on DVD, which was entitled Stay. Stay, advertised as a “thriller” (what ISN’T advertised as a thriller these days) is more along the lines of David Lynch meets the Sixth Sense in the Vanilla Sky. It is a wretched film from frame one to the end, filled with excruciating directorial excess at every turn, and, of course, the “ending,” while trying to be clever in a Wizard of Oz sort of way, makes total and complete hash out of the other eighty-eight minutes (the film, thankfully, is ninety minutes long, although it seems double that). I took a chance on it because it features Miss Naomi Watts, who I really like. She’s totally wasted in this mess, and back to the DVD store it goes today.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I have quite a bit to do, including booking a little Guy Haines vocal session with our very own Vinnie.

Last night I also had an exquisite and really necessary massage from my masseuse, Marina. It was just what the doctor ordered, frankly. Well, the doctor also ordered a pastrami on rye, French fries, and a side of baked beans. That’s just what the doctor ordered, and now the doctor is complaining of heartburn and an inability to have a bowel movement. An Inability To Have A Bowel Movement – that’s the title of my next novel. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, please do not tell us, because it would be quite frightening.

Today, I suppose I will continue having a few more long telephonic conversations, and I must plan my dinners for this week (three of them), and I must also make a decision about whether to direct this singer’s act. I’m really having a hard time knowing whether to do it or not, although I’m leaning towards not.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do, do, do (that is three do’s) and go, go, go (that is three go’s), and get organized for all that is happening this month, which includes a visit by used to be dear reader Hisaka (she still reads the notes, but hasn’t posted in eons), my doing an ASCAP one-on-one at their big convention at the Renaissance Hotel, and getting the musical on its feet, as well as beginning to plan the next Kritzerland releases. Today’s topic of discussion: Today is Joke Day. Everyone must post at least three excellent jokes (or more, if you’re so disposed). Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let’s have them filled with merriment and mirth and laughter and legs – that’s just what the doctor ordered – that, and the tuna melt.

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