Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, ready to begin these here notes. The only problem is is that I have no idea how to begin these here notes. My mind is a blank, frankly and blankly. I am vamping, hoping that an interesting thought or notion will pop into Ye Olde Cranium, but frankly I am suffering from dranium of the cranium. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am suffering from dranium of the cranium. I have no thoughts and I have no notions. I have no potions, I have no lotions, and I have no notions, so it’s a good thing I’m not a notions salesman. I also have no clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about but I’ve got to write something otherwise these here notes would just be a white, empty page. Oh – a thought and notion just popped into my cranium. I am thirsty. I have been thirsty all night long and I keep trying to quench my thirst and yet my thirst isn’t quenched. I’ve had Diet Cokes, I’ve had Snapples, and I’ve had water, all to no avail, thirst-quenching-wise. And just what is a notions salesman? I mean, I know it’s a salesman who sells notions, but what are notions? For example, in The Music Man, someone says “Credit’s no good for a notion salesman” – well, what in tarnation is the notion salesman selling? A notion? I have oceans of notions. Speaking of notions, yesterday was filled with them. Perhaps I should borrow one for today. For example, I had a notion and woke up. I then got a call from Mr. David Wechter, and we had an impromptu breakfast after I did my jog. I then came back and began the task of addressing all the packages for all the preorders of Simply Sondheim, which will be here Friday afternoon and will ship on Saturday, earlier than scheduled. I then had to go to LACC for our casting meeting. The big problem was worked out to everyone’s satisfaction. I’m still waffling between two actors for two parts, but I’ll decide early next week. In the meantime, in addition to Mr. Kevin Spirtas playing a key role, we’ll also have Miss Lauren Rubin recreating the role she played in the reading. She’s terrific and I’m happy to have her in the show. And we’ll be bringing in one other person, to play the alien woman. I have several good ideas already, but I want to think it through carefully before offering it to anyone. I think we have a very strong company and I think it will be a lot of fun doing the show. After the casting meeting, I came back and finished addressing all but eight of the packages – I had to stop because I ran out of envelopes, which I’ll pick up this morning. After that, I took a drive, ate some dinner, and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched part one of the marvelous Thames documentary on Buster Keaton, A Hard Act To Follow. I don’t know if it’s available in region one yet, but I picked up a region two DVD. I haven’t seen the program since I watched the laserdisc over fifteen years ago. It’s a terrific show (in three parts), and there’s so much wonderful footage, both from the films of Keaton, and behind the scenes. Mr. Keaton’s films are frequently breathtaking and brilliant, and it’s great to have this documentary finally on DVD.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because I’m still suffering from dranium of the cranium and I don’t have any more thoughts or notions for this section.
Today, I must attend a little thing at LACC in the afternoon. Prior to that, I must finish addressing packages. Then I have to decide if I have the energy to drive to Santa Monica for a screening of Mr. Sam Peckinpah’s Ride The High Country, with our very own Mr. Nick Redman in attendance doing a Q&A afterwards (Mariette Hartley will be in attendance).
I may have one more blurb for the new book – I’ll know by tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, it’s going to be a busy little day and evening, what with a breakfast meeting with Miss Alet Taylor, a bunch of errands to do, stuffing envelopes with CDs, and then attending an opening night, well, I simply shan’t have time for a breather. If the CDs get here early enough, I may actually try to get them to the post office before they close.
Now wait just a darned minute – we’d better put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, we’d better break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, we’d better dance the Hora or the Texas Two-Step, because today is the birthday of former dear reader William E. Lurie. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer and a big haineshisway.com birthday bitch-slap to William E. Lurie. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER AND A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY BITCH-SLAP TO WILLIAM E. LURIE!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, address packages, attend a thing at LACC, and perhaps attend a screening. Today’s topic of discussion: What is the most thirst-quenching liquid that you drink when you need to quench said thirst? Also, when you have a sweet tooth, what can instantly satisfy it? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I try to rid myself of the dreaded dranium of the cranium. Perhaps I can use some uranium.