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August 15, 2007:

A PLETHORA OF PILES

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Well, dear readers, wasn’t I just in New York, New York. And didn’t I get back last Thursday? And didn’t that give me almost two weeks until I would be on my way again? Then how, oh, yes, how am I going back to New York, New York in one short week? Holy moley on rye, the time is speeding by like a gazelle in an Ace bandage. There is so much to do before I leave that it boggles the mind or, at the very least, it minds the boggle. I am being as organized as I possibly can, but things just keep getting added on to the pile and then the pile grows and before you know it – a plethora of piles. I don’t like the sound of that, do you? A Plethora Of Piles – that’s the title of my next novel. I have this uneasy feeling that piles has some disgusting connotation to it harking back to my grandfather, who took an unhealthy delight in talking about his bowel movements. Have these here notes just gone right into the toilet? I mean, honestly, bowel movements, piles – yes, we’ve gone right into the toilet. What the HELL am I talking about? Oh, yes, a plethora of piles and the boggled mind of BK. Speaking of piles, yesterday was a day and then some. For example, I woke up after a very restless night of sleep, with weird dreams and heartburn from too many onions. Too Many Onions – isn’t that a song from Follies? I had an early morning meeting at LACC, which I’m happy to say went well. I took home a big box o’ props, which will help save us some dough for the NYMF production. They’re also pulling BJ, Cason, and Alet’s costumes, so I can ship those, too, along with a couple of the show wigs. Hopefully, that will save us some dough, too. After the meeting, I came home for but a moment and then headed off to auditions for the ensemble for the fundraiser. Only one guy showed up, and let me tell you he won’t be doing it, but we did have a cute twelve-year-old kid and some excellent females. I think, in fact, that we’re covered female-wise, but I still need three more men. After the two-hour audition session, I came home to deal with a myriad (rather than a plethora) of messages and e-mails. I spent a couple of hours dealing with that stuff. It does look like the sublet situation might just be taken care of, which will be a huge load off my mind. It’s a little funky, in that it involves two different apartments, one for a little over a week, and one for the rest of the stay, but it’s the best price we found, even though one has to put up a security deposit – yes, you get it back at the end of the stay, but it waylays cash one needs for NYMF. We’re trying to lock the deal this morning, and that will only leave a handful of things left to do before I go back to New York, New York. After all that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled The Truth About Spring, a leaden concoction starring Hayley Mills and John Mills and James MacArthur, along with a lot of fun Brit character actors. I believe this was Miss Mills’ first adult role away from Disney. The film was made for Universal and Miss Mills plays a tomboyish girl living with her dad on a boat. The plot devices are extremely tiresome and annoying, but the romance between Hayley and James MacArthur is fun and Miss Mills is just one of the most delightful young screen presences in the history of film. She gets to actually kiss (on the lips!) Mr. MacArthur several times. You can see her trying to shed her image a little, but still the filmmakers do curious things like having Mr. MacArthur swimming in swimming trunks while Miss Mills dives into the ocean and swims fully clothed for no reason whatsoever. So, for the charming Miss Mills the film gets high marks. For everything else, it’s almost unbearably lethargic and pointless. The transfer on this DVDR is anamorphic with very good color but a little too much overall softness.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I begin my newest novel, A Plethora Of Piles: A Story Of Bowels Gone Awry. That, of course, reminds me of one of my favorite stories, The Randy Vicar and the Goat.

I think that today is going to be an all telephonic and e-mail day, with a little light shipping thrown in for good measure. Then Direct TV will be coming to trim the bushes that have grown in front of the dish. They have to do this every six months because they are too stupid to do the simple thing and just move the dish to another position.

Tomorrow, I think I may have a work session, a lunch with our very own Mr. Terry Trotter, and perhaps a dinner and work session with Mr. David Wechter. Friday will be busy, and even the weekend will be busy. Even the orchestra is busy. What am I, the Emcee all of a sudden?

Back to the piles for a moment – can someone please ascertain if piles is indeed a euphemism for piles?

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, package, ship, have many telephonic conversations, answer many e-mails, and watch men trim bushes away from the dish. 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, whilst we all contemplate piles.

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