Well, dear readers, the rains have come to Los Angeles, California, USA. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, the rains have come to Los Angeles, California, USA. We had some a few weeks ago, but that was silly rain – we’d have a drizzle for ten minutes, or a light rainfall for seven minutes, and that would be the rain. Yesterday, it basically rained from eleven in the morning all through the night. And it wasn’t a drizzle or a light rainfall, it was rain with a capital R and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool, as in pools of rain. All right, R doesn’t really rhyme with P. R doesn’t really rhyme with any other letter of the alphabet so it’s a good thing Meredith Willson wasn’t writing about roller derby. Where was I? Oh, yes, the rains. I, for one, enjoy the rain, so I enjoyed the day and evening very much. I got up early and did some work on the computer, then at the piano. Then I began writing. For some reason, I found it not so easy going this morning, and only did about a page-and-a-half. I took a break, showered, did a few errands, then went back, fixed what I’d written this morning, and forced myself to mush on, and suddenly, after a few missteps, I was back on the right track and it went more smoothly. I would have been happy doing three pages, but I had a burst of energy late in the day and early evening and I ended up doing eight pages. I’m sure I’ll have many things to smooth out today, but I was happy to get that many done. I decided to sup at the Daily Grill, which had been closed for about five months for renovation. I really didn’t see what was renovated, and I must say the salad I had was not that good, so I think I may be done with the Daily Grill. I think what they really renovated were there prices, which are now bordering on outrageous. After all that writing, I really was all in, so I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I wanted to watch a nice rainy day motion picture, so I chose Groundhog Day, which I rather like. I don’t know that I’d ever looked at this Special Edition DVD, which I think was the second DVD of this title. The film remains mostly delightful – it does go on just a teeny bit too long, but Bill Murray is so good and Andie MacDowell is so lovable, that the occasional hiccup isn’t really that bothersome. Even though the film isn’t that old in the scheme of things, it’s looking like a comedy masterpiece compared to the so-called comedies they make today. There are no bathroom jokes, no passing gas jokes, no sexual bodily function jokes, no foul language, no nudity, but there are laughs aplenty and they’re honest laughs that come out of character and situation, the best kind to have. One can only imagine the horrid Farrelly brothers writing and directing this same film. Well, let’s not imagine it. The transfer is shockingly average – I don’t know when this transfer was done, but it makes the film look like it was made in the 70s and Columbia should be ashamed of themselves for releasing such a transfer as a Special Edition. I am looking forward to the two movies I TIVOd last night – Tell Them Willie Boy Is Here and Otto Preminger’s Skidoo. I will, of course, have full reports on both.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I feel to not do so would be Unseemly, with a capital U and that rhymes with P and that stands for pool.
If it keeps raining, I will probably take a nice drive. I did that yesterday, as I do enjoy driving in the rain, although one must keep an eye peeled for drivers who lose their sanity when it rains. Have you ever peeled your eyes? Is it like peeling an orange?
I shall also try to write a few pages (although I will feel no need to write as many as seven over these two weekend days – I’m quite ahead of where I thought I’d be, frankly), I will do a few errands, and I’m quite certain I will watch some motion pictures.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll be having an afternoon meeting with a gal who was in the fundraiser. She wants to pick my brain about going to New York, so I told her I’d be happy to be of whatever help I can. She’s a talented singer/actress (she’s the one who, at a moments notice stepped in for Vicki Lewis and did I Want To Be A Rockette).
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, do errands, and watch motion pictures. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite comic motion pictures of the last twenty years – from 1988 to now? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I gaze at the falling rain and think of the halcyon days of yore and try to figure out how we can have more halcyon in today’s days.