Well, dear readers, I never cease to be amazed at people. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I never cease to be amazed at people and how they behave, especially when said people are clewless how their behavior affects people. There, I’ve said it and I’m glad. I think I’ll leave it at that – enigmatically enigmatic. Well, that got these here notes off to a fine start, didn’t it? I just went for it, didn’t I? I just propelled myself into the maelstrom of it all, didn’t I? I just hurled myself into the vortex, didn’t I? But now, I shall move on and I shan’t give it one more thought, because it is not worth my time or energy. I leave all maelstroms and vortexes behind and I shall laugh and laugh and just when I think I cannot laugh anymore, I shall laugh again. Does anyone have the slightest clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about? Certainly, I don’t. Well, I do, but I ain’t talkin’. I’m keeping mum on the subject and I’m also keeping dad on the subject. Speaking of the subject, yesterday was a most pleasant day. I got plenty o’ sleep, I shipped a whole mess o’ packages, I even relaxed, and then I was one of four judges at a talent contest. Do you realize that if you anagram talent you come up with latent? Just saying. Where was I? Oh, yes, my pleasant day.
Yesterday, before I toddled off to judge a talent contest, I managed to watch a motion picture on DVD entitled Scoop, the latest Woody Allen film. No one loves classic Woody more than I, but it has been many years since classic Woody has existed. He is a filmmaker, however, that I always give the benefit of the doubt to, and I see each and every film, just as I did/do with Blake Edwards. I hate to say it, but has any major director made more depressingly awful films than Woody Allen? I’m sad to have to say it, but Scoop is one of his worst. He’s now making films in London because that’s what the people backing his films require. Well, Woody out of New York is not fun, not good, and it’s just torture to watch. In Scoop, we have elements of many other Allen films, mostly Broadway Danny Rose – only the elements don’t work and the film is labored and pointless. Sure, Woody tosses off a funny line or two, but that’s about it. It’s one of his worst looking films, too, or at least the transfer doesn’t do anything to make it look good. One does live in hope, however, that the tide will change.
After the movie, I toddled over to Vitello’s to be a judge for LA’s Next Great Singing Star or something to that effect. I knew two of my fellow panelists – director David Galligan and producer Ronn Goswick – didn’t know the other fellow at all. I really had no idea what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised that out of the seventeen contestants that no one was really a dud. The contest has been going on for a couple of weeks (with just these seventeen contestants) and last night and tonight are the finals. There was one girl in particular that we all thought was great – I think she’s got a real future ahead of her and I’d use her in an instant. The event lasted about two-and-a-half hours, and I go back tonight to do the final night. We gave scores for various things, all on a one to ten point system. We also gave short comments and/or critiques after each singer. I had a better than expected time and am looking forward to this evening. After that, I got some McDonald’s (hadn’t eaten all day) and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it’s getting late and I do need my beauty sleep or I shall look like a one-hundred-and-three-year-old gazelle before a face lift.
Today we are having a pickup rehearsal at three, albeit without Lauren, who has to work. It’s really sort of pointless when one of your leads is missing, but we’ll mush through as best we can. Then tomorrow we have a presentation of the opening number at two-thirty for some LACC dignitaries, and then we resume performances tomorrow night. After the pickup rehearsal, I shall toddle over to Vitello’s for night two of judging singers.
Aren’t you all impressed that I’ve left the maelstrom behind? Aren’t you all impressed that I’ve left the vortex behind? Aren’t you all impressed that I’ve left the clewless behind? Aren’t you all impressed that I anagrammed talent into latent? I know I am.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, do errands, have a pickup rehearsal, judge the final night of a talent contest, and find something yummilicious to eat. Today’s topic of discussion: What things do you love about the Internet, and what things do you loathe about the Internet, and if you had your druthers, would you like to go back to a time pre-Internet? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst the clewless remain clewless and the rest of us go about our business like a gazelle in a gray flannel suit.