Well, dear readers, it’s Friday. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you find such information? Nowhere, that’s where. Because of such information, I do feel that soon we will be the most popular site on all the Internet, and people will fete us and also feet us and we will get the best tables and be served chateaubriand and Veal Oscar and we will eat our chateaubriand in a chateau and we shall eat our Veal Oscar whilst reading Oscar Wilde and we will be wild whilst eating our Veal Oscar, and people will give us bouquets of roses and hydrangeas and baskets of fruit and we will sup on fruity morsels and scantily clad women and men will peel us grapes and feed them to us as we lounge on pillows made of goose feathers and whilst we lay on our goose feather pillows we will get goose bumps, and people will shout to the four winds and the three suns that the finest people in the world frequent this here website, and one and all and also all and one will come and join us in our wanton doings and we will have orgies and wear sandals and tunics and we will have eunuchs and maidens and we shall romp about in gay abandon whilst musicians pluck their lutes and lyres and women pluck their eyebrows, and it life will be filled with merriment and mirth and laughter and legs and if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m going on about, please drop me a PM and let me know. Well, that was an opening, wasn’t it? That just got things rolling, didn’t it? Fruity Morsels – that’s the title of my next novel, a story of melons on the island of Bora Bora. Do you think they ever showed Tora, Tora, Tora on the island of Bora, Bora, Bora? Speaking of Bora, Bora, Bora, yesterday was a day in which things happened. For example, I got up quite late. That was a thing that happened. I then had to get myself together quickly and hie myself to a lunch at Cassell’s, a hamburger jernt on 6th Street in Los Angeles, California, USA. They have most excellent burgers and I had one and some onion rings and I was so full afterwards I thought I was going to explode in my motor car.
After that, I hied myself home, where I had many things to attend to and attend to them I did. I went to the postal office and mailed a bunch of stuff and bought new and pretty flower stamps. I did some errands, answered some e-mails, made some telephonic calls, then toddled off to a meeting, where my brain was picked. After that, I came home at around eight o’clock and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture that I TIVOd, Mr. Don Siegel’s film, The Lineup, a crime meller starring Eli Wallach and Robert Keith. It’s a quickly-paced thriller about some heroin being brought in by unsuspecting tourists. It doesn’t quite ever achieve greatness, but it moves right along and Wallach is very good as is Robert Keith who I didn’t know was Brian Keith’s father.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because there might just be some fruity morsels in the next section.
Today, I have more errands to do and then I’ll be seeing Michael John LaChiusa’s Little Fish. I think I’ll head over to Hollywood early and have some supper first and then get to the theater an hour before show time so I can get a parking place (parking is very difficult on Santa Monica Blvd’s theater row). Then I’ll take a nice walk and come back to the theater at half-hour.
Tomorrow, I’m seeing the matinee of the current production at Los Angeles City College – something called Recent Tragic Events. I can’t remember if I have other plans, but I think I do. I suppose at some point it will come to me.
Sunday, I have nothing at all planned, other than watching motion pictures on DVD, which I’m very much looking forward to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a bunch of stuff and then see a show. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – CD, Vivian Blaine sings Pal Joey and Annie Get Your Gun. DVD, next up La Vie En Rose, and the theatrical version of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we eat some fruity morsels.