Well, dear readers, I am enjoying the quietude of this weekend. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am enjoying the quietude of this weekend. I, for one, am grateful after all these weeks of noisetude that some quietude is in evidence. When there is quietude it is difficult to have attitude and a few days without attitude is a good thing. The only downside of quietude is that it makes you hungry for food in the nude. Some may find that rude or crude or lewd but for others quietude puts them in the mood. You know, I have no clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about. In any case, I’m enjoying the quietude of this weekend. Speaking of this weekend, yesterday was filled with quietude. I finally was able to sleep in, and then I got up, packaged up a few orders, and got them shipped. I then just decided to drive about in my motor car, and I stopped at various and sundried emporiums around the Valley and environs. I ate some lunch, then drove out to the Dale of Glen to deliver Murder At Hollywood High to Mystery and Imagination Bookstore. Whilst there, I found out that they completely sold out of How To Write A Dirty Book and Other Stories, certainly my most popular title at that store. I now have to order more copies to get them stock for when I do my signing. I hung out there for a while, and then finally headed home (there was some miscommunication about Little Fish, which I’ll now be seeing next weekend), first stopping at Gelson’s for some shrimp and crab meat so that I could sit on my couch like so much fish whilst eating fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Dead Of Night, an omnibus film from Britain. I was inspired to watch it because it was mentioned in several postings yesterday and because I’d never actually run the whole DVD. What a splendidly splendid movie it is, full of atmosphere, excellent direction, and excellent actors, doing five different tales within a wrap-a-round story. The first tale was done several years later as a Twilight Zone episode entitled Thirty-three (“Room for one more, honey” – featured prominently in either Kritzerland or Kritzer Time). The second story, about a dead child is short and sweet, the third about a strange mirror is one of my favorites. The fourth was originally cut out of the US version of the film – it’s a comic story and veddy British. The fifth story is the corker – the famous Michael Redgrave piece about the ventriloquist and his dummy. It’s a wonderful story, beautifully filmed, written and acted. The wrap-a-round serves the film well. The transfer is okay – not the best, but certainly acceptable. The sound is another matter – it’s awful, but every version of this film on home video has had awful sound – certainly the prints I’ve seen and owned did not have awful sound. I’m a big fan of omnibus films if they’re done as cleverly and well as Dead Of Night.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it’s midnight and I must now get my beauty sleep and enjoy the quietude of evening.
Today, I shall be doing nothing. Oh, I’ll make some more notes (I’m in a notes frenzy now that I’ve decided what I’m writing come January), but other than that, I shall play CDs and watch DVDs all the livelong day and evening and what a pleasure that shall be.
I don’t know what the HELL is happening tomorrow. I know it’s a holiday, Veteran’s Day, and I know there’s no mail or banking, but I have no idea what else goes on – do people work, not work? I have no clew, but I suppose it will become apparent.
I’ll also clean up some of these papers that have accumulated on almost every table in the house. I have boxes at the ready and all this stuff is going into them and then out to the garage.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do as little as possible and do it at my leisure. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I continue to enjoy the amplitude of quietude.