Well, dear readers, I went on a cleaning binge and therefore I am starting to write these here notes when I should be posting these here notes. This is what happens when you go on a cleaning binge. For example, on a little antique table near the front door there was perhaps about eight months of mail piled up – mostly junk – that I’d never gotten around to throwing out. Frankly, you couldn’t even see the table anymore. I got rid of everything but about five envelopes. I then attended to the two huge piles of stuff on two of my kitchen counters – more envelopes, receipts, business cards, magazines, programs, etc. I threw most of it out and now there are two tiny piles that look much neater – one of them will be in a drawer and the other just has current bills and stuff. All of that took about ninety minutes, but I had pretty music playing. I’m not through with the cleaning binge, oh, no, I’m not through with the cleaning binge. The cleaning binge shall continue today unabated. I’ve got piles o’ stuff in the dining room (not that bad and should be easy to deal with), and a lot of stuff to put away in the book room. All other rooms are fine. My goodness, it seems to be raining outside – a nice, healthy rain, too, not the LA drizzle. Speaking of the LA drizzle, yesterday was quite a relaxing day. For example, I woke up. That was relaxing. I then did the long jog. It was quite chilly out, despite the sunshine, but I did it and I’m glad I did. I then drove about in my motor car, then picked up some foodstuffs from Gelson’s, then came home and ate said foodstuffs all up. I then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched three count them three episodes of The Mod Squad, all very good. I especially liked the last one I watched, about a Johnny Cash-like country singer (played by Sheb Wooley). The main guest star in this one was a very young Tyne Daly – she was just as terrific then as she is now. The transfers on these episodes are pretty amazing. I then watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Some Kind Of Hero, starring Mr. Richard Pryor, Miss Margot Kidder, and Mr. Ronny Cox. I’d never seen it, but I like the writer, James Kirkwood (both book and screenplay) so I was interested to finally catch up with it. The first fifty minutes of the film are quite good – they tried to sell it as a comedy, but while there are very amusing things in the film it is essentially a drama about a returning war hero who’s just spent five years as a prisoner of war in Viet Nam. Mr. Pryor is terrific, both comedy-wise (no surprise) and drama-wise, as is the rest of the excellent cast. The last third becomes predictable, but I still enjoyed it quite a bit. The transfer was fine.
I then had a one-hour telephonic call, then began my cleaning binge, and the next thing I knew it was time to write these here notes, which, as you might have surmised, I’m in the midst of doing. Oh, yes, I also had to purge our discussion board of some nasty cretin’s posting of material not suitable to a site of our high standards – in other words, some porno creep registered and somehow managed to post in many of our archived threads. I banned said creep and removed every vestige of him and his dirty business. I’ve asked Mr. Bakalor what we can do about such things in the future.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get my beauty sleep so I can continue my cleaning binge.
Today, I shall continue on my cleaning binge. I shall do the long jog unless it is raining, in which case I shall not do the long jog. I have many errands to do and I must write, enter Nudie Musical changes, have telephonic calls, and send out e-mail invites to my annual Christmas Eve Do. I suppose I’ll also have to eat something amusing.
Tomorrow I have a short work session, about two hours, otherwise I’ll be preparing for Wednesday’s LACCTAA Christmas partay and I may have dinner with a friend – then again, I may not have dinner with a friend.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog (weather permitting), do errands and whatnot, write, enter fixes, make telephonic calls, and send out invites. Today’s topic of discussion: The 1970s were not a great decade for comedy, and yet there are a few funny films that came from that decade. What are your all-time favorite 1970s comedies? Did you see them back then or have you discovered them on home video? And which of them have you seen the most times? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst my cleaning binge continues unabated.