Well, dear readers, half the month of September has flown by, like a gazelle in a car wash. These months are messing with our collective minds and I, for one, have had it. I am going to take these months to task and if anyone can take these months to task it is I, for I am a loose cannon, taking-months-to-task-wise. I will only take so much of time flying by like a gazelle with a hickey and then I will take action, I will take the bull by the horns, I will take the cow by the udder. Don’t mess with me, months, for I am a loose cannon and I will take you OUT, and I don’t mean on a dinner date. You know, at this point it would be greatly appreciated if one of you dear readers could step forward and tell me exactly what the HELL I’m talking about. But, you all get the drift – this year is almost over and it simply boggles the mind. Speaking of the mind, yesterday was a day. I don’t really remember all that much about it, except that I got up, did the long jog, and ate. I do know the day passed by quickly and the night passed by slowly. I do know that I had no desire to do anything – I really think I just needed to zone out, which I did. I tried watching several motion pictures, to no avail. I did have a few nice telephonic conversations, and I listened to seven George Shearing CDs, which was lovely. My food intake consisted of two count them two tuna sandwiches, some sour cream and onion Quakes, some carrots, and a 100 calorie pack of cookies. Not very exciting, either the day or the meal, but the meal, at least, was tasty and fine. It was the weighing-in day, and I’m happy to announce that I have now officially lost twenty and one-half pounds from the time I started this diet. I hope to lose another ten to fifteen pounds in the next two to three months and then I shall look lithe and firm with abs and buns of steel. And that was my day, and that was my evening.
Yesterday, I did manage to watch half of a motion picture on DVD entitled The Hellfighters, a potboiler with John Wayne, Jim Hutton, Vera Miles, and Katherine Ross. I originally saw the film at a sneak preview at Grauman’s Chinese and didn’t much care for it. And nothing has changed – it’s a middling film with a few good oil fire sequences. The soap opera in between those sequences is pretty unbearable. The film does have a nice score by Leonard Rosenman and the transfer looks reasonably good. But, as I said, most of the day and evening was spent listening to the gloriously glorious playing of Mr. George Shearing, in a variety of musical settings – the Quintet with string choir, the trio, and solo. It was a little bit o’ heaven.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because if we don’t you never know what I might do, what with being a loose cannon and all.
Can someone please tell me why people on the Internet (and, I assume, elsewhere) spell no one as “noone?” It’s not a slip of the fingers, it’s how they think it’s spelled – I see it over and over and over and the stupidity of it just baffles me. But, then I am easily baffled. And assimilated.
Today will be quite a busy little day. I have to get up early and get the long jog out of the way. Then I must buckle down Winsocki and write this article for the LACCTAA newsletter – I have an idea of what I want it to say, and now I just have to do it, because we’re trying to get this newsletter done and Xeroxed before the Karen Morrow event on September 27th. I’m sure that will take a few hours, and then I have many errands to do, and then I think I’m meeting up with our very own Mr. Nick Redman in the late afternoon. I was thinking of going to see Seesaw at the Musical Theatre Guild tomorrow night (at the Alex), but I looked online and the seats that are left are terrible. I may call over there and see if there are any decent seats because sometimes they hold some back.
Tomorrow, more of the same, plus a work session with a singer – I’m doing a little advising work for her on her act, for a small fee. So, there will be a few hours here and there, working with her, and tomorrow is the first of those sessions. Later in the week, I’ll be lunching with Mr. Barry Pearl and a mutual friend of ours, and doing other meetings and writing and Bacharach show planning.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get up early, do a long jog, write a long article, do errands, hopefully meet up with Mr. Nick Redman, hopefully eat something light but fun, and have some telephonic calls. Today’s topic of discussion: Since I made the decision not to do our usual Monday game for reasons which most of you know, I have decided on another little divertissements for our Monday pleasure – It’s Movie Quote Day™. We want your favorite movie quotes – those memorable lines from great movies, good movies, and bad movies. One quote per post only, please, and please get the quotes right – no paraphrasing. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and if these days and weeks don’t slow the HELL down they’re going to have ME to deal with and they’d better watch out because I am a loose cannon, baby, a loose cannon.