Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early and I must toddle off to bed to get my beauty sleep. Because a BK without his beauty sleep is a frightening thing, rather like a gazelle who’s had one too many Botox treatments. Speaking of Botox treatments, yesterday was a day with ups and downs and some of it was truly obnoxious. I got up early, got the long jog out of the way, which was two blocks longer than usual due to some annoying DWP workers who had blocked the one and only pathway on a little stretch of Moorpark, where they’ve been doing work for two years now. The street on this quarter-mile stretch is down to one lane on either side, and the sidewalks on both sides have been ripped up. So, they created this little gully-like place for pedestrians and yesterday they were completely blocking a part of it. I yelled at them once I saw what was happening, and told them that what they were doing was completely illegal and unacceptable – they waved me through and created a small space for me, and as I passed them I told them I’d be calling both the DWP and the city. On the way back, when I reached Colfax (about three blocks before the bad stretch) I went south and figured I’d go to the first block and take that over to Laurel Canyon. So, I ran that long block and got to the first block to the south only to find it doesn’t go through to Laurel Canyon. So, I had to go back up to Moorpark and take my usual route. By the time I reached the bad stretch they’d moved their truck so that pedestrians had a clear way again – they apologized as I ran by them and I said a thank you. Hopefully, they won’t completely block the pathway again. I got home and showered, then had to do some errands, including going to storage, where I did not find what I wanted to find. I then decided to go to Stanley’s and have Amy’s Salad again – it was just as good as the day before and a perfectly perfect lunch (and no drumettes). After that, I went to the mail place where there were no packages and only one little piece of mail, which was, unfortunately, not a piece of mail I wanted and/or needed to get. We’ll see what the fallout from it will be – I’m hoping nothing at all. I then came home and Cason Murphy arrived and we dealt with a problem that I chronicled in yesterday’s posts and won’t rehash here. Then I did a couple more errands, came home, had a couple of chicken tenders for my snack, and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched about a half-hour of Enter Laughing, based on the novel by Carl Reiner and the play by Joseph Stein. I remember really enjoying the film and saw it several times on its initial release. I hadn’t seen it since. As it unspoiled, the scenes came right back to me. Jack Gilford is as wonderful as I remembered, and Jose Ferrer is truly in his element as the alcohol-sipping director/star of a play. Elaine May is also as funny as I remembered – totally unique and laugh-out-loud hilarious. Reni Santoni gets through the first thirty minutes fine – but I have to imagine that the play’s original star, Alan Arkin, was much more suited to the role and I’d guess a hundred times funnier. I TIVOd it, so I’ll finish watching later today. In Mr. Robert Osborne’s intro to the film, he refers to Mr. Santoni as Reni Santori. Really, maybe it’s time for a new host or maybe it’s time to hire a director who can correct these rather idiotic mistakes.
I also had a one-hour telephonic conversation with Miss Crista Moore, during which I helped rewrite and focus four pieces of patter lead-ins to songs in her act. She seemed pleased, and now she’ll have a fifty-minute version of what she’s been doing. At some point, we’ll be putting together a much more detailed act for her, but this current thing is getting her through some bookings she’s been getting and the stuff I’ve done with her is landing very well she tells me.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve been thinking these here notes need some sort of lift, so I’m going to inject them with Botox and plenty of it.
Today, I shall let she of the Evil Eye in, and then I’ll do the long jog, after which I’ll take a drive and do some errands and whatnot. When I return, I’ll do some work on the computer, finish Enter Laughing, and then I’ll be doing a long drive to San Juan Capistrano (about an hour and fifteen minutes if there’s no traffic) to see the reading of a new musical. Mr. Barry Pearl is coming along with me, and we’re actually going to leave around four, and we’ll find a nice jernt to have a leisurely meal when we get out there. I’ll probably be home a little later than usual, hence the notes will go up late.
Tomorrow, I have no plans at all and that’s the way I’m keeping it. I just want to relax and smell the roses or the coffee or the hummus, and watch DVDs, and get ready for a busy week ahead – I have meetings, meals, work sessions, and then the Karen Morrow Musical Theatre Workshop on Saturday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, do errands and whatnot, do other things, and then take a long drive to see the reading of a new musical. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s salad day here at haineshisway.com – what are you all-time favorite salads – the ones you make yourselves (and provide recipes if you can) and the ones that you’ve had at restaurants that really tickled your taste buds. Let’s have tales of exotic salads, simple salads, and goofy salads. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, while we gaze at the results of the Botox of these here notes. The notes certainly have much bigger lips, and seem quite unnatural.