Well, dear readers, I feel that the world is my oyster. I don’t know why, really, or even what it means, but for the last few weeks I’ve been feeling that the world is my pickled herring and I don’t think that’s a good thing for a world to be. So, starting here, starting now, the world is my fershluganah oyster. I think that’s a good thing – certainly it’s better than the world being your crab, or your shrimp, or your filet of sole, or your tuna. You know, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, now would be a good time to pipe up or, at the very least, to cigar up. Yesterday, for example, the world was my oyster. I had a perfectly perfect Father’s Day. I had a decent night’s sleep, I had a great early morning jog, I relaxed, I took very few telephonic calls, and I saw a play featuring our very own Mr. Nick Redman’s beautiful and delightful daughter. That play was entitled Grandma’s Place, and it was created by former child actor Evelyn Rudie, who, with her husband, has been running the Santa Monica Playhouse for the last forty years. They do lots of shows with young people. This particular show is a bit odd – filled with supposed teen angst from teen runaways at a place called Grandma’s Place. But, the point of the scenes and monologues was not clear to me at times. Still, it moved along briskly and the young performers were all very good and very committed. Rebecca Redman acquitted herself very well indeed – I had no idea she was so self-assured and focused, theater-wise. One other girl named Mellie was also terrific. After the show, we all went to the California Pizza Kitchen for a little late-night repast. I am always amazed how many people go to restaurants like CPK at nine at night, and stuff themselves with more food than you can imagine. I mean, for me it’s basically an extension of my one meal for the day – in this case I’d eaten a little bit earlier in the day, and I had a Caesar Salad. But, at the table next to us there was a family, and they were all eating huge amounts of pasta and pizza and you know that that wasn’t their first and only meal o’ the day – you know they’d had a big breakfast and a big lunch. It was a very nice capper to a very nice evening.
Prior to the show, I parked and spent a half-hour walking on the Third Street Promenade. I hadn’t been there in years, and it’s so crowded and so hip and so “colorful” that it made me want to vomit on the ground. It’s the gathering place for everyone now – Westwood, the former gathering place, seems to be a ghost town now.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because, after all, the world is now my oyster and when the world is your oyster then one simply must click on the Unseemly Button, for to not do so would be, well, unseemly.
Ah, the world is my oyster. Or is it erster? Well, you say erster and I say oyster so, let’s call the whole thing off. I wonder if the whole thing likes being called off. Wouldn’t the whole thing rather be called the whole thing, or is off its nickname. I wonder if Nick has a nickname? I wonder as I wander and I also wander as I wonder. And the vessel with the pestle has the pellet with the poison, but the flagon with the dragon has the brew that is true. Just remember that.
Today, I have many things to do and I’ll be consarned if I can remember what any of said things are. Hopefully, people will call me and remind me. I do have to go through the Kevin Spirtas DVD and make my notes for our final editing session, plus we have to book a time to do our commentary track. Also, sometime this week, Matt and I have to sign one hundred copies of the Deceit insert.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, eat, return telephonic calls, answer e-mails, and set a release date for the Sondheim birthday tribute live album we’ll be releasing on CD. Today’s topic of discussion: If we’ve done this one before, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle – who are your favorite animal stars – those animals who’ve given brilliant performers, and who frequently outshone their human co-stars. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and do remember that the world and environs is now officially my oyster.