Well, dear readers, I ate four donuts yesterday. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, ate four donuts yesterday. Don’t ask me why, for I do not have an answer other than once I ate the first donut I could not stop. I wanted to become The Donut King and boy did I achieve my goal. In fat, I wonder if anyone else in the entire world ate four donuts yesterday? Has anyone noticed that I inadvertently wrote “In fat” instead of “In fact?” What do they call that? Not a Freudian slip, but some sort of slip. One of the reasons I ate four donuts yesterday was to counteract the taste of the dreadfully dreadful lunch I had. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, which, I suppose, is better than getting anose of myself. Prior to my dreadfully dreadful lunch and my being The Donut King, I got up. That was most pleasant. I was hoping to sleep more than eight hours, but at least I did get the full eight. I then went over to storage, where I didn’t find what I needed. What I needed was some music that I discovered hadn’t been returned to me – I’d sent it to one of my singers over two years ago, and I’ve asked repeatedly to have it sent back. So, I called said singer and left said singer a strong message saying I had to have it back by the end of this week. Said singer called back and promised the package would be here by Friday. I then went to lunch at Bird’s, as I had a free meal coming from being overcharged on my last visit. I have never had anything less than a great meal and dining experience at Bird’s and I’ve been there a lot. The waiter was totally inattentive. That was problem one. I always order onion rings as an appetizer and those took ten minutes to arrive. Meanwhile, five or six other diners came and were seated. After thirty minutes, all those diners had had their food for quite some time. Mine hadn’t arrived. After thirty-five minutes I yelled at the waiter to get his butt cheeks to the table, and I told him that I didn’t understand why the people at the table next to me had gotten their food in ten minutes when we were going on forty. He fumfered and made some lame excuse, then went back to the kitchen. He came back five minutes later and said it was almost ready. A couple of minutes after that the food arrived. I ordered what I always order – one-half roast chicken, all white meat. This time, it was undercooked and rather nauseating, but I just didn’t want to send it back, so I ate what I could. I think we all know what happened – either he screwed up or someone in the kitchen did, and they just threw the chicken in the heat and got it out as quickly as possible without actually caring whether it was well prepared. I will not be going back to Bird’s for quite some time. So, I had that bad taste in my mouth all afternoon.
After Bird’s, I visited Amoeba, where I found an import CD of the music from the TV show Thriller, one of my favorite childhood albums, even though the music on the album (by Pete Rugolo) doesn’t resemble the music from the series at all. It’s never been out on CD before, but I’ve gotten a few titles from this particular import label and they’ve had good sound, so I got it. And it’s faboo – that great stereo sound from the early 60s – wide and spacious. I used to love the label that issued it – Time Records, which always had very distinctive red, black, and white gatefold covers. As if that wasn’t enough, the CD also had a complete other album as a bonus – Mr. Rugolo’s music from the TV series Richard Diamond. After that, I toddled off to the DGA to see a motion picture entitled Shooter. I was dubious going in and I was dubious coming out. In short, a competently made film, but completely by the numbers and, for me, awful. I might have liked it better had it not been based on one of my favorite thrillers, Point Of Impact by Stephen Hunter. Well, leave it to the Hollywood hacks to ruin everything that was great in the book. Mark Wahlberg is terrible casting for the book’s hero (or antihero) Bob Lee Swagger. I don’t know what’s happened to Danny Glover, but he’s not very good in this film. Ned Beatty is over the top playing a character that I don’t recall from the book. It’s strictly Screenwriting 101 and it’s bad. There are a handful of okay lines, some decent action scenes, but everything that made the book unique is gone. However, if you look it up on the imdb you will think it’s the greatest film ever made. Like most films of today, the color is too yellowish for my taste.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must soon abed and get Ye Olde Beauty Sleep – that is if I can sleep on a stomach filled with four count them four donuts.
I really had trouble writing last night – I just couldn’t get motivated. But then I got my second and third wind and I ended up writing five pages. Today, I have nothing planned but a couple of errands, so hopefully I’ll be able to get some nice pages done. Then tonight I have a meeting that will be taking place at my home environment. I’ll have more to say about that after the meeting.
Tomorrow and Wednesday will both be rehearsal days, and then Wednesday night I’m seeing Mr. Kurosawa’s High and Low on the big screen at the Aero Theater in Santa Monica. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it on the big screen.
The one thing I know I will not be doing today is eating four, three, two or even one donut. I am done with donuts for quite some time. Even though, for now, I am The Donut King.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, write, do errands, write, and have a meeting. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite action movies – you know, things like Rambo and that ilk – those pumped up supposed thrill ride movies. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we? We shall, as we head inexorably toward April.