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June 21, 2007:

THE CONUNDRUM OF THE YAWN

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Well, dear readers, I cannot stop yawning. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, cannot stop yawning. And the more I try to stop yawning, the more I yawn. And there you have the conundrum of the yawn. The Conundrum Of The Yawn – that’s the title of my next novel. Meanwhile, here I sit, yawning like a gazelle torn asunder. Have you ever seen a gazelle torn asunder? It isn’t pretty, and neither is my yawning. When I yawn, my gaping maw opens to new unheard widths and heights and out comes a horrifying sound to wake the dead. I know this, because two dead people who just happen to be lying out on the street woke up. You know, I have no clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about. Speaking of what I’m going on about, yesterday was a day filled with a plethora of the good, the bad, and the ugly. For example, I woke up. That was good. I then had to get on the phone with International USPS because a Global Priority package hasn’t arrived and the tracking information is nil. That took an hour, and I won’t be able to know anything further until Monday (global priority takes between four and ten business days). I then listened to a little bit of Miss Susan Egan’s CD and I was very pleased with what I heard – she’s got a copy, too, and I hope she’ll be as pleased as I am. It really sounds great, and the mix and the editing of the patter are smooth as silk. I then rewrote almost all of Joan Ryan’s patter, and then had to be on my way to rehearse with her. We had a two-hour rehearsal and I did basic blocking for the whole of act one, save for the last number, which we’ll do today, along with the rest of act two. The patter all seemed to work really well, and the staging is simple and will look good once she gets used to it and actually knows it. After rehearsal, I came home to an e-mail from someone in New York, New York. Said someone was supposed to receive an overnight package from me by noon yesterday. They hadn’t received it. The USPS strikes again – so glad they did their price hike and now have even worse service than before. The package, in fact, according to the track and confirm, arrived two-and-a-half hours after it was supposed to be delivered. By arrived, I mean it arrived at the Express Mail station. There is sat for the rest of the day. Now, I would think that if a package was late, and it was an Express Mail package, that the USPS would do whatever it took to get it delivered as quickly as possible. But, no, they did not, and today they are going to have to explain to me why. I know they will refund my twenty bucks, but this was a time-sensitive delivery and an important package, and the fact that it will be delivered a day late (that’s presuming they do deliver it) may have put the kibosh on anything happening with the package. If that is the case, I’m afraid the twenty bucks will not do the trick and I will take this much higher. Those who know me know I do not stop until I have satisfaction. This sort of ineptitude at these new, inflated prices, is completely unacceptable. Hopefully, the package will arrive this morning and hopefully someone will have the courtesy of notifying me. Either way, I’ll be on it as soon as I get up in the morning. I then was exhausted from all that phoning and kvetching, and then I had to toddle off to dinner. It was a nice dinner, and then I came home, where I immediately sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched two count them two episodes of The Sopranos, thanks to dear reader MattH, who sent me all nine episodes of this final season. As I’ve said before, I think the producers of The Sopranos were ridiculous in letting a year, or even two years go by between seasons. They lost all momentum and a good many people I know simply gave up on the show. The last two seasons had some excellent episodes and some very ordinary episodes. The opener of the final nine was a very talky and static episode, but it was nice to see Tony and the gang again, and at the thirty minute point there was a classic out-of-nowhere Sopranos moment that was great. The second episode was better, and dealt with Johnny Sack’s cancer, and Christopher’s movie, Cleaver, along with a lot of other bits of business. Of course, now I’m hooked again, and will probably try to finish the next seven episodes over the next day or two.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I just yawned five times in a row and I think my computer actually moved backwards.

Yawwwwwwwwwwwwn. Hopefully, I’ll get a good night’s sleep, for today is a busy day. I have a few more patter things to rewrite, and then a two to three hour rehearsal with Joan. After that, I may or may not have a little event to go to. It will depend on the yawn factor. And I certainly hope I don’t have to do any further conversations with the fershluganah USPS.

Tomorrow is a crazy busy and busy crazy day. I have an alumni morning meeting, a lunch with Mr. Barry Pearl, and then a three-hour rehearsal with Miss Ryan. I’m hoping I have nothing in the evening, but I think there is something – I just can’t remember what.

The weekend should be a bit calmer, though, and I should even have time for relaxing.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, make sure packages have been delivered, write, rehearse, and also do a few errands and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: We’ve all been discussing dreams lately – what are your most frequent recurring dreams, and what is the best dream you’ve ever had (that you remember) and the worst dream you’ve ever had (that you remember)? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we ponder the conundrum of the yawn.

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