Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle with an anamorphic squeeze. I don’t know what that means, but I like the sound of it. Solid. I’m quite tired and my equilibrium seems to be a bit off (every time I get up I feel a little dizzy), so before I fall over I better write these here notes and navigate myself to the bedroom environment. Solid. Speaking of the bedroom environment, yesterday was a very nice day. For example, I got up. That was very nice. I then did the long jog, and then answered some e-mails and had a long telephonic call, and then Mr. Barry Pearl arrived and we toddled over to Langer’s Deli, taking our usual route. The only problem with our usual route is that somehow in the last six weeks (the last time I was there), they’ve gone and put “no left turn” signs at every single intersection on Alvarado where there were never “no left turn” signs before. This makes getting to Langer’s very convoluted, but this is LA and the powers that be are doing everything in their power to make this city the most difficult to navigate in the entire United States – and they are succeeding beyond their wildest imaginings. In any case, we did some convoluted things and arrived at the restaurant at noon. It was another great Langer’s lunch, although I hope the reason for my equilibrium being off is not some tainted pastrami or latkes. I had my usual sandwich, the Number One – pastrami, cole slaw, and Russian dressing on rye – extra lean, and we shared some latkes, of which I ate two. We had wonderful conversation and Barry is having a blast doing Happy Days and is looking forward to its upcoming tour. I then came home, and immediately went out again and did a few errands and whatnot. After that, I had a whole slew of e-mails to deal with, and some more telephonic calls, and then, somehow, the day was done. I then sat on my couch like so much fish. Solid.
Why do I keep saying “solid?” Well, I’ll tell you why, because why would I keep such things from you dear readers? I keep saying “solid” because last night I watched four count them four episodes of The Mod Squad on the about to be released Season Two, Volume One DVD. “Solid,” of course, is the catchphrase of Linc. How much fun it was to return to those thrilling days of yesteryear and have more adventures with Pete, Linc, and Julie, not to mention Captain Greer. I don’t really know why, but I just adore this show, although two of the four episodes I watched really tried my patience, Mod Squad-wise. The first and fourth episodes were quite good and very Mod Squad-esque. But the second and third episodes floundered, with bad scripts, bad direction, and bad plots. Hopefully we won’t have too many more of those duds. No real great guest stars yet, but we did have Richard Anderson being very Richard Anderson, a very young Veronica Cartwright, and Cesar Danova as a psychic. The music by either Earle Hagen or Billy May is terrific, and these transfers are as gloriously glorious as the previous two volumes – brilliant and true color (you want to see what blue sky on film should look like, and what proper film skin tones should look like, these transfers are the poster children), and pristine and fresh and looking 100 times better than they ever looked on TV. Solid.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’m really quite dizzy and maybe getting a little nauseous even.
Today, I must be on the road jogging by nine – if I’m not, then the jog will have to wait until the late afternoon, or, if my equilibrium is still off, I may forego the jog altogether. I have an eleven o’clock breakfast meeting at Hugo’s – whether I eat or not will depend on whether my equilibrium is back to normal. After that, I have to write the liner notes for the new Kritzerland release, as well as the blurb and I have to get that to our web designer. I may or may not eat a late lunch, depending on my equilibrium.
Tomorrow, I have a lot of writing and errands to do, and then a dinner meeting at Hugo’s with Mr. Sean McDermott. Friday, I have no plans and intend to keep it that way, if at all possible.
Well, let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora or the Bollywood special, because today is the birthday of our very own Mr. Bollywood, MBarnum. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com Bollywood birthday cheer to our very own Mr. Bollywood, MBarnum. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BOLLYWOOD BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN MR. BOLLYWOOD, MBARNUM!!!
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, have a breakfast meeting, write liner notes and blurbs, maybe have a late lunch, and then watch more episodes of The Mod Squad with my close personal friends, Pete, Linc, and Julie. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we? Solid.