Well, dear readers, I must write these notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon or, at the very least, soon to all. My happy news is that I seem to be over the food poisoning episode. I just ate my first food in forty-eight hours and I think it’s going to stay down. I was going to go to Du-Par’s and get poached eggs and toast, but every single four-top was taken and I was not going to cram myself into a two-top. I made my disgust known and walked right over to Louise’s, where I had a little vegetable minestrone (very bland – I ate half a cup), and Louise’s Original Salad. I ordered a large, but only hate half. It was good to get food inside me – I was feeling very weak, and it tasted okay and I ate just enough. Speaking of just enough, yesterday was a very relaxing day, all told. I got up at nine and just puttered around the house. I knew I felt better – I wasn’t queasy and that was a nice thing to wake up to. I made quite a few calls and answered e-mails, and did one quick shipping errand. Then I came home, did some work at the piano and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday afternoon, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Orca (The Killer Whale – that addendum only seems to have been used in the adverts – the film is called Orca), starring Richard Harris, Charlotte Rampling, and others. It’s quite a bad movie; when the hero of your film maims a whale by harpooning and catching it for his own gain, and then that still-alive whale spits out the fetus of her unborn baby whale (yes, you heard that right), you know that no matter what, you’re never going to have sympathy for your leading character, no matter how sorry he is. Papa whale wants revenge and that’s the movie. There are several sections where Miss Rampling, in voice over, narrates what’s been going on, which leads me to believe that this film had significant chunks cut out – it only runs ninety-two minutes, and it probably originally ran two hours. I’d guess that making the cuts made the story incoherent and hence the voice over narration – it doesn’t help. When one sides with the killer whale, you know you’re in trouble. The good news is that the transfer is spectacular – want to know what color in a 70s movie should look like? Run Orca. Someone ought to send this over to Warners so the rubes who do their transfers can see what color is supposed to look like, because if I see one more great film ruined by some idiot who thinks everything should be brown and yellow, I shall scream, oh, yes, I shall scream. Orca has perfect color and is sharp as a tack, and since the film is beautifully photographed it’s sort of worth watching just because it looks so good. There’s a nice but odd score by Ennio Morricone.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because now that I’m back to normal (well, as close to normal as I get), I need to wrap up these here notes so I can get my beauty rest.
Last night, I attended a show at LACC. I’ve already written about it the last time I saw it – it’s called Within Us and is an original movement piece about the seven deadly sins. It’s gotten a little bit longer since last time, but there have been some nice changes and improvements, and the kids in the cast really do a swell job. A good time seemed to be had by all, and next week they’re off to perform the show at the regionals of the American College Theatre Festival.
Today, after I return home, Mr. Handy Man will be here because the dishwasher is not working properly. It’s leaking and stays on the wash cycle forever. Something is cleary amiss and/or awry and/or a rye.
After that, I have some things to attend to, and then I’ll be supping with a friend from San Francisco, so I’ll be sure to wear a flower in my hair.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, leave for a couple of hours, come back for Mr. Handy Man, do some errands, and then have dinner. It does feel so very weird not to be writing every day. I’m having a little post partum depression, frankly, which always happens when I finish a book, especially when the writing has been in such an intensely short period. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite animal movies – from good animals to rampaging and bad animals? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and it’s good to be back to normal.