Well, dear readers, I am completely discombobulated. Yes, Virginia, I, BK, am completely discombobulated. Not discomgeorgeulated, mind you, no, I am discombobulated. The reason for said discombobulation is that daylight savings time began yesterday and I am still trying to get used to it. I kept thinking it was an hour earlier than it was – of course, it really WAS an hour earlier, at least in my scheme of things. Thankfully, my computer did the time change fine, and I changed all the other clocks in the home environment. However, the VCR clock did not do the change automatically, and I no longer have the remote control for it, so it will have the wrong time until next month when it will presumably do the change on the old daylight savings day. It’s all so convoluted, isn’t it? Speaking of convoluted, yesterday was a day that sped by like a gazelle in a Hyundai. I got up around nine (eight), then went back to bed and got up at eleven (ten). I then had to hurry and meet dear reader Angela at Du-Par’s for our brunch. I brought along research assistant, Miss Adriana Patti so that it would be a mini-West Coast gathering. We had a lovelier than lovely time, and then I toddled off to annual paperback book show in Granada Hills. I always enjoy the show there – it’s filled with rare and fun paperbacks. I don’t think I’ve ever actually made a purchase there, but I love perusing the goods. The owners of Bookfellows were there, and they’d brought How To Write A Dirty Book and Other Stories with them, and had sold a couple of copies because people loved the cover. They always have authors signing at the show, and I saw William Clayton Johnson (Twilight Zone) and Ray Bradbury, among others. I was introduced to the fellow who runs the show, and he’s asked me to sign next year, so that was a nice thing. After that, I came home. By that time, most of the day was gone, but I jumped right in and wrote three pages, just to get the ball rolling on the new chapter. I had a lot of trouble keeping it simple and easy to understand, geography-wise, and I reworked everything several times. It’s got better, but I’m still smoothing it out and trying to simplify it and keep it very visual. After that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Mr. Moto Takes A Vacation, which I gather was the final film in the Peter Lorre series. I had no idea it was the final film until I actually looked at the DVD package – it was the first film in the box. I didn’t really care for the first Mr. Moto box set, but I rather enjoyed Mr. Moto Takes A Vacation. It’s not great or anything, but it’s stylishly directed by Norman Foster, and Lorre is engaging as the Japanese sleuth. The film ran but a mere sixty-three minutes. The transfer was fine. I went into the Special Features menu to see what was there and was surprised to find an entire other movie – it’s not listed on the package at all, other than its title being lumped in with a little retrospective documentary. The entire other movie is entitled The Return Of Mr. Moto. It was made in the early 60s, a low-budget affair produced by Robert Lippert. Henry Silva plays Mr. Moto and surprisingly, there’s a commentary track with Mr. Silva. I’m looking forward to watching the film, which is in 1:85 and enhanced for widescreen TVs. You’d think they’d make more out of it.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can go get my beauty sleep and hopefully get undiscombobulated by morning.
I have nothing on my calendar today, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing happening. I’m thinking that someone will call and remind me of a meeting or a meal or some such thing. Otherwise, I’ll be writing, and smoothing out yesterday’s writing, too. Also, I’ll have to begin addressing packages for the David Shire CD, and it’s a considerable number of packages. In fact, I may have to have someone come and help me. I’m hoping the CDs will be here by Wednesday.
I also have some other orders to package up and ship out, so I’ll try to do that in the morning, to get it out of the way.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, and wait to find out what else I’m supposed to be doing. Today’s topic of discussion: What was the first musical you saw where you had to run, not walk, and get the cast album – the one with tunes you hummed on the way out – the one where you couldn’t wait to hear the songs again. And when you finally played the album, did it really capture the magic of the show? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I try to dediscombobulate myself.