Well, dear readers, it has just occurred to me that this is the Christmas season. Therefore I have donned my gay apparel (micro skirt and paisley top with a bare midriff), and I am now saying Ho, Ho, Ho regularly. In fact, I said it to a woman on the street yesterday and she hit me with her purse. I am on the lookout for mistletoe or, at the very least, mistlefinger, so I can kiss various and sundried people on the lips. I am receiving Christmas cards and putting them on my mantle. Thankfully, I received a mantle, just in the St. Nick of Time. I am offering cheer and, for those who don’t like cheer, surf or tide. I have posted a letter to Mr. Santa Claus telling him what I want for Christmas. Yes, I am in the Christmas spirit, at long last. Ho, ho, ho (oh, oh, oh, spelled backwards). And for our Jewish dear readers, I am also in the spirit of Hanukkah. Oy, oy, oy. What the HELL am I going on about? Don’t I have notes to write and shouldn’t I be posting them in about ten minutes? I do, I should, and I shall, not necessarily in that order. Ho, ho, ho. Speaking of ho, yesterday was a strange little day. I got up and could not do the long jog, which was called on account of rain. I then had Mr. Mark Bakalor deal with our uncouth interlopers, and now people can register only by typing in some letters and numbers and then they must be approved by my very own self. I then did some work on the computer, had a few telephonic conversations, did some errands and whatnot, picked up three count them three packages, had a foot-long Subway turkey sandwich, did more errands, found a window of opportunity to do the long jog, which I did (the only hour in the day where the skies were suddenly clear – after I finished it was completely gray again and then started to rain), proofed the booklet for the new Kritzerland release and signed off on it, made the final arrangements for a new Kritzerland release for February (actually February might have three new releases), and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a couple more Mod Squad episodes. These were merely okay, and it’s been obvious that they were struggling in season two. The formula that they avoided pretty much in season one, that of giving each star their own episode, here grows wearisome. I’ve only got three episodes left for this half-season and I hope they’re good. I really don’t get why Paramount puts these out in half-seasons – it’s really annoying. Transfers continue to be amazing. I then watched a “documentary” that I’d TIVOd, entitled The Age of Believing, about Disney’s live-action films. I put “documentary” in quotes because it didn’t feel at all like a real documentary, it felt like a puff piece commissioned by TCM and filmed in the manner of the wretched DVD puff piece featurettes. It was fun to see my friend Mr. Richard Sherman, and there was some interesting information, but it was all completely surface and quite boring, frankly. They had Hayley Mills on camera, but she only comments on The Parent Trap and not Pollyanna or any of the other films she starred in. It wasn’t a complete waste of time, but it wasn’t very good, either. I then watched the first act of our Bacharach benefit as shot by our choreographer from the balcony. I was hoping his footage would be a good alternative to the somewhat not so hot footage that the charity shot, but alas except for his two dance numbers, it’s just an extreme wide shot. It was fun to see it, though, and at least from his camera you get the flow of the show and also the show of the flow.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we all put on our best Santa voices and say Ho, ho, ho.
Today, I will attempt to do the long jog first thing in the morning, then I have to run to the DGA (well, drive to the DGA), then I’ll come home and have a work session that I hope won’t take more than an hour or ninety minutes. After that, I’m having an early dinner and must also do some errands and whatnot.
Tomorrow is the LACCTAA Christmas party at five, so before then I’ll be going to Costco, which I know will be a madhouse, to get four big platters of sandwiches and a big cake or something for dessert. I have no idea how many people outside the current students are coming, but if any LACC alums are reading this, please drop by.
It looks like I won’t be shooting that Dr. Learly bit on Thursday. David had something come up and they’re either going to start the day with a different director or have a different director the entire day or move the shoot to Friday. I can’t do the Friday shoot, and, as David knows, I won’t work with anyone but him on a hidden camera bit. So, we’ll do a Dr. Learly bit some other time.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, attempt to do the long jog, visit the DGA, have a work session, have an early dinner, do errands and whatnot, and then sit on my couch like so much festive fish. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your all-time favorite Disney live-action films? What was the first one you ever saw, and which have you seen the most times? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and let’s not forget those three all important Christmas words: Ho, ho, ho.