Well, dear readers, I am feeling cracked right now. I am feeling crazy and loony and frightfully weird. Sometimes the world does that to a person – what should be easy and normal suddenly becomes anything but and you think it is you who are going mad, you who are slipping down the drain, you who are a candidate for the cookie jar. And so, I am feeling cracked right now. Why, you might ask, and I might tell you for why should I keep such things from the likes of you dear readers? I am feeling cracked right now because yesterday was one of those days when the world conspires to make you feel frightfully weird and mad as a hatter. First off, I got up quite early. That was frightfully weird. Then, I had to answer a ton of e-mails and then I went to meet Miss Alice Ripley to have her sign some CDs for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids. I also packaged up some CDs but did not ship them, since I didn’t finish packing up the big orders. Then the Mystery Of The Missing Package happened. Every day I’ve been asking my mail place if a priority package has arrived and every day they’ve said no. It was shipped with delivery confirmation and had to be signed for – I went online and tracked it, and the information said clearly that it was delivered and signed for last Thursday, but didn’t say who signed for it. The mail place says the package isn’t there, and I was told that every day they pick up the mail and packages for our mail boxes. Well, the post office doesn’t sign for a package to the mail boxes address. And, furthermore, I don’t trust my mail place anymore, because this exact same thing happened four weeks ago – every day I asked, every day I was told no, and then suddenly I had a slip in my mail box and the package was there. Only, I later went online to see when it had been delivered, and it had been delivered and signed for five days earlier. They apologized and said it was their screw up, and I happen to think this is probably the same situation – they’ve mis-placed it above someone else’s mail box or it’s in some corner somewhere. It really angers me and I let them have it but good. Supposedly, they are going to the post office to ask some questions about the package, but I also called the USPS and they’re checking into it, as well. Of course, it took me ten minutes to actually get someone on the phone – it is almost virtually impossible to get out of the voice mail system – you have to just keep repeating “Customer service” at every voice prompt – you keep going around and around, but eventually you get there. So, that whole experience was enough to make anyone cracked. But, the whole day wasn’t like that – I did have fun with Miss Ripley, and I was able to do all the fixes for the Brain booklet and package, so that’s now done, and all we’re waiting for is the mastered CD to approve and/or not approve. I also had a nice meeting with two producer friends in the late afternoon. I also had a nice telephonic call with a nice gentleman from a Texas theatre – something dear reader elmore set up. After that, Miss Adriana Patti came to visit and further her film education, and I ended up showing her – you won’t believe it – Silence Of The Lambs. I’d intended to let her watch it whilst I did some work, but I ended up watching the entire film again, and it just holds my interest every time. This time around, I realized that one of the reasons it’s so good is the complete lack of CGI and any optical crap – just good, old-fashioned filmmaking of the classic kind.
Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any more cracked or weird or crazy, I tried to log into my amazon account and was told that there was no record of my e-mail address. I actually have two accounts associated with one e-mail address, with two separate passwords. Neither would work, and it was very worrisome. I wrote an e-mail and got an immediate response saying I had to change my password and to provide them with all sorts of information – but the e-mail didn’t address the second account, my amazon advantage account for Kritzerland. I sent them the info, but told them I wanted an explanation as to why it happened and that my advantage account would be fine. Then, I decided to call their customer service number – thankfully, I got an actual American on the phone and she told me it was an amazon site problem that had just been fixed. Heaven forbid the automatons who answer the e-mails should just tell you what’s really going on. The very nice lady intercepted my e-mail with the changed password info and tossed it, and everything is working as it should be. Wasn’t that cracked?
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and maybe the next section will be less cracked than this one.
Today, I am hoping for a day in which I don’t feel cracked, crazy, mad as a hatter, or weird. I want everything to run smoothly. I do have a lot to do, what with packaging up amazon orders, packaging up the BC/EFA order, packaging up another Colony Records order, and then shipping them all out. I also have to jog, and I also will be resuming writing – I shall not tarry or dally or even dally or tarry. I do hope my package magically appears, and I’m expecting a couple of other things, as well.
I think I’m supposed to sup with the lovelier than lovely Miss Julieanne Pogue tomorrow night – I shall try to connect with her to decide where said supping shall occur (rucco, spelled backwards).
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, ship, pick up packages, and do a few errands while I’m at it. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, both sane and, of course, cracked.