Well, dear readers, here we are on the final day of the long Thanksgiving weekend. Tomorrow it’s back to work and the work will be non-stop from here to opening night of The Brain. I have eaten way too much food this weekend, but have jogged religiously (Jewish Jogging, they call it), so hopefully I haven’t gained, but maintained. I really haven’t watched as many DVDs as I wanted to, but such is life in the fast lane. I like life in the fast lane because life in the slow lane is not so hot for a claustrophobe like me. Hence, I live life in the fast lane. Speaking of the fast lane, yesterday was a full day, but a fun one. I woke up – that was fun. I jogged. That was semi-fun. I did some errands, picked up the dry cleaning, but left the wet cleaning for another day. I then picked up our guest, Miss Merrill Grant, and she wanted a little tour of the city, so I was her little tour of the city guide. We began in Hollywood, and I took her to Grauman’s Chinese, where she was delighted to see all the footprints and whatnot. I saw one of our cast members, Svetlana, who works there, and she’s always delightful to see. After that, we drove down the Sunset Strip and I pointed out the Whiskey A Go Go and The Roxy. Then it was on to Beverly Hills, where we looked at some stately homes and gardens, Rodeo Drive, and then it was on to Westwood, where we drove around looking at various and sundried sights. After that, it was down to Pico Blvd. and a stop at one of the last remaining Fosters Freeze stands. We had their yummilicious soft vanilla ice cream cone (Merrill had hers dipped in chocolate, while I had mine unadorned). Then we drove down Pico to the beach. We then headed back and ended up at the Farmers Market and The Grove, which she thought was amazingly amazing. We then had some supper at The Smoke House, and the food was brilliant, as always. Then it was on to my home environment, where we watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Swing Time, which was as wonderful as always. Merrill said she smelled the odor of burnt rubber in my den – I certainly didn’t smell it and I have pretty sensitive nostrils. We turned on the fan (attached to the light fixture) and that seemed to help her not smell it. I believe she has a burnt rubber gland in her nose environment – I just went back into the den and smelled no burnt rubber. Burnt Rubber – that’s the title of my next novel. Then I took her home and I came back. And that was my very long day and evening playing tour guide and host, which was fun and enjoyable, despite the burnt rubber.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly I’m trying to create the smell of burnt rubber just so I don’t feel so out of it, burnt rubber-wise.
Anyone here smell any burnt rubber? I had several guests here on Thanksgiving and none of them smelled any burnt rubber. I have had other guests recently, and none of them smelled any burnt rubber. Perhaps Merrill was trying to give me the Gaslight treatment, or, in this case, the Burnt Rubber treatment. I mean, it’s not like there’s any rubber around my house, burnt or otherwise, and I haven’t been driving my car in the den recently. It is and was baffling to say the least.
This morning I shall be toddling off to Mr. Donald Feltham’s home environment to tape a radio show devoted to The Brain. Hopelessly Devoted To The Brain, as a matter of fact. I’ll be there, as will Merrill and Cason Murphy and we shall have a high old time – perhaps we’ll even discuss The Mystery Of The Burnt Rubber. Or, perhaps we’ll tell the tale of The Randy Vicar and The Burnt Rubber. Whatever we do, it will be fabulous fun. In the meantime, later today the radio show we taped a few days ago will be up and running, so check it out. It was wild and wooly and also wooly and wild.
Later today, I’m seeing a screening of Dreamgirls, which I’m looking forward to. I will, of course, have a full report for you afterwards.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, do a radio show, see a screening, sup, and then perhaps watch a DVD or three. I also have to begin preparing envelopes for the Emily and Alice CD – a daunting task given the number of preorders we’ve had. I may, in fact, have to hire someone to come and help. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all try to smell the heady aroma of the non-existent Burnt Rubber.