Well, dear readers, I have shtupping birds. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you read such a sentence? Nowhere, that’s where. Last year, as you know, we had shtupping birds. A few weeks ago we had shtupping birds, and two of the four babies had a successful flight (the other two flew into the pool). And now, we’ve got shtupping birds again. I mean, not even a week has gone by and the bird is nesting once again. Have these birds never heard of birth control? They can’t get enough, these birds. Apparently they’re out there shtupping away morning, noon, and night. I gotta tell you. Has anyone noticed I’ve been talking about shtupping birds? Speaking of shtupping birds, yesterday was a strange little day. Some of it was quite enjoyable, and some of it was downright odd. For example, I woke up. That was enjoyable, although I prefer not to be awakened by a ringing telephonic device. I then did a little proofing, which was enjoyable, and then I went to the memorabilia show, which was odd. Odd in that it was a bit lackluster – in fact, it was the least interesting show I’ve attended in years of attending these shows. I arrived around eleven-thirty and there were not very many folks in attendance. The only person who really had a line was Erik Estrada. Neither Mickey Rooney or Henry Winkler had lines. I did visit with some people I know, but after two hours I was done. I came home, did some errands, and then proofed until I had an unexpected visit. That lasted about an hour, and then I had to leave to do some more errands. After that, I came back and had some supper, and then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched two count them two motion pictures on DVD. The first motion picture on DVDR was entitled These Are The Damned, a film of Joseph Losey from 1961, starring, of all people, Macdonald Carey, along with Shirley Anne Field, Oliver Reed (I believe this is his film debut), Viveca Lindfors, and a very young John Cleese. It’s a very strange film – it starts off like a juvenile delinquent film, with teddy boys (I believe that’s what they were called in the UK) beating up Mr. Carey while the soundtrack blares with a group singing “Black leather, black leather, kill, kill, kill.” But it isn’t that sort of film at all – about a third of the way in we find out what it’s really about – and it’s sort of a science fiction film about some children who are radioactive being kept in isolation so that when the nuclear war happens, they’ll be able to start a new world. It’s quite a good film – compelling, very well directed and photographed (in black and white scope), with a good score by James Bernard. It actually reminded me (just in feel) of the other film that came out a year before, Village Of The Damned. The transfer (anamorphic) on this DVDR was excellent. I then watched a French motion picture entertainment entitled Bon Voyage, starring Miss Isabelle Adjani, Gerard Depardieu, and Peter Coyote. It’s a very enjoyable, beautiful-looking film that takes place before the Germans invade France. It’s very funny, suspenseful, and it manages to walk its various and sundried tightropes very well. The cast is wonderful, as is the score by Gabriel Yared. The transfer from Sony is lovely.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I listen to the chirping of the shtupping birds.
Today I may or may not go back to the memorabilia show. MBarnum has invited me to lunch with he and a few of his cronies, so I might wander over there around twelve-thirty. We shall see. Otherwise, I have to ship a few packages, and I really want to try and finish proofing. This evening I’ll be seeing a play at LACC.
Tomorrow, I’ll be lunching with former dear reader Hisaka, and then I’ll finish whatever proofing that’s left, and then I’ll begin the task of entering the fixes and changes from this time around (they are actually very few).
This coming week is shaping up to be very busy, with rehearsals, breakfast and lunch meetings, and a whole slew of errands to do.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, proof, perhaps attend a lunch, and attend a play. Today’s topic of discussion: What has been the most striking ad campaign you’ve ever seen – something that so caught your fancy that you knew you’d have to see or try what was being hawked? For movies, for theater, and for products. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, while the birds perform the score to Merrily We Shtup Along.