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July 21, 2006:

GLORIOUS SMELL-O-VISION

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Well, dear readers, somehow it is Friday. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, somehow it is Friday. Wasn’t it JUST Friday? Wasn’t I just attending the launch of our cabaret series? Wasn’t I just doing the Hollywood Collector’s Show? And yet, that was one whole week ago. Now it is Friday again. Too many damn Fridays, if you ask me. This week just flew by like a gazelle in Reeboks doing the hundred yard dash whilst eating a zucchini. Too many Fridays – that’s the title of my next novel. Or should it be Too Many Damn Fridays? That has a little more oomph to it, doesn’t it. Speaking of my new novel, I am now twenty pages in – I’ll feel like I’m with it when I reach thirty pages and I can finally hand it off to my muse Margaret, to see if it meets her approval. Speaking of approval, yesterday I went hither and thither and even yon. I got up early but didn’t have time to jog. I had an early morning visitor who picked up a copy of Deceit. I then had to hie myself to West Hollywood to get my handy-dandy haircut by Teddy. Teddy did his usual splendidly splendid job of making me kempt, and he commented favorably on my weight loss. Apparently, the salon is now the most famous salon amongst the trendily trendy. Paris Hilton goes there. Raquel Welch goes there. Jennifer Garner goes there. Sharon Stone goes there. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg lettuce. For example, I go there. The paparazzi is always hovering around the salon. And now, all the antique stores for which Melrose Place is noted, are moving and all the trendy stores are replacing them – Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and all those sorts. And who is Teddy’s oldest and most loyal customer? Why, that would be me – me, who first had a Teddy haircut in early 1971. That’s quite a run with the same hairdresser, I’d say. Back in 1971, I remember being horrified at how expensive Teddy was – twenty dollars for a HAIRCUT! Man, has that changed. After Teddy, I toddled over to LACC to have a meet and greet with our wonderful lighting and sound people, just to go over some stuff and to add some additional instruments to the light plot. I finally got home around two and then had to play catch up and also ketchup. Telephonic calls, e-mails, errands, and the like. I also jogged – thankfully, it’s cooled down just a bit and the temperature was only in the mid-nineties.

After doing a small bit of writing, I toddled off to supper with Miss Heather MacRae. We’ve met many times over the years, but this is the first time we’ve supped and I must say she was a complete delight. We talked of this and that and also that and this, and we laughed and laughed and just when we thought we could laugh no more, we laughed again. Her show sounds like great fun and I’m really looking forward to it this evening. Happily, her attendance numbers are going up and a lot of press hit yesterday – an ad in the LA Times, several “best bets” or “pick of the week”, and several nice writeups in nice papers. Hopefully, all that will help and I do think there will be some nice walkup traffic. After dinner, I finally got to sit on my couch like so much fish.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we sing a song by my close personal friend, Mr. Stephen Sondheim – Too Many Fridays.

A strange excitement in the air
The smell of perfume everywhere
Could it be love or could it be
The Scent of Mystery

Now, those are lyrics. I don’t know what possessed me to write them here. Perhaps I had a longing for these here notes to be in Smell-O-Vision. Of course, some think these here notes already smell. I think Notes in Smell-O-Vision is a wonderful idea. Each paragraph could have a different smell. For example, this paragraph could smell like night blooming jasmine or even day blooming corned beef. I love this idea, don’t you?

Of course, as those who’ve read Kritzer Time know, I was lucky enough to see Scent of Mystery in Glorious Smell-O-Vision. I loved it and I loved the smells. Has anyone noticed that this paragraph smells like burnt crayons?

Today I must write like the wind (and we all know how well the wind writes) and I must do errands and whatnot before toddling down to LACC at four to do Heather’s sound and lighting check. I may also go to another late-night musical called Bukowski, which is playing just a couple of blocks from the school. My friend Gary Stockdale wrote the music. If not tonight, then tomorrow night for sure. And yes, Virginia, there will be an Unseemly Trivia Contest tomorrow. This paragraph smells like pine cones and holly berries.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, introduce Heather’s show, sup, and whatever else comes along. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD player? I’ll start – CD, several homegrown CDs of soundtracks such as W.C. Fields and Me, Someone Is Killing The Great Chefs Of Europe, Images, and a few others. DVD, Robert Aldrich’s Emperor Of The North. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and do tell us what each and every post smells like, since the posts as well as the notes are in Glorious Smell-O-Vision.

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