Well, dear readers, I am in a weird sort of mood. I cannot quite put my finger on what sort of weird sort of mood I’m in, but nonetheless I am in a weird sort of mood and that’s all there is to that. I am listless, that much I can say. I cannot quite put my finger on why I am listless, but nonetheless I am listless and that’s all there is to that. I’m sure part of it are these very long days and doing quite a bit of stuff that requires me to be in one mode, then another mode, then another and another, and frequently I toggle between modes, which is sometimes enervating. Maybe I’m feeling enervated, maybe that’s it. Maybe I’m feeling bewitched, bothered, and bewildered, not necessarily in that order. Or maybe I’m having the change of life that we’ve heard so much about, although I am not suffering from hot flashes or even cold flashes. Speaking of hot and cold flashes, yesterday was a peculiar day, although I’m not quite certain why. I got up early and did the long jog right away. It’s been very summery here in the City of Studio, which makes the long jogs much more pleasant. I then came home, answered some e-mails, then toddled off to a breakfast meeting. I got there at eleven-thirty, which is what I’d written down. The person I was meeting with had been there since eleven, which is when he thought we were meeting. One of us got their wires crossed – probably me, although I had it written in my iCalendar as 11:30. Anyway, we had a nice late breakfast and meeting. I then came home, wrote a page and rewrote some stuff from the day before, then had a work session with Miss Lauren Rubin, who’ll be helping out on the Nudie Musical demo we’ll be recording in the next couple of weeks. After that, I wrote some more, then had a visitor, did some research, then some errands (no mail at all), then got a sandwich from Subway, then came home. I wrote another couple of pages, ate my sandwich, rewrote some stuff, answered more e-mails, had a necessary telephonic conversation, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish, feeling listless, enervated, and in a weird sort of mood, which was only compounded by an odd e-mail I received during the evening, and to which I responded. Some excellent vibes and xylophones would probably be good regarding the e-mail, which was just a little annoying.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Eagle Eye, from the same team that brought you Disturbia. As most of you know, I didn’t like Disturbia at all. I’d read that while Disturbia was basically a riff on Rear Window, I read Eagle Eye was a riff on North By Northwest. Whoever said that is a five-star ninny – North By Northwest has the following: Wit, great dialogue, plausibility, characters, great actors, great direction, one of the greatest film scores ever written, and class. Eagle Eye has nothing but implausibility, no wit, a lousy and ignorant script, boring performances, bad direction, and a mind-numbingly awful score. What you basically get in this film are repetitious and endless car chases with lots of crashes and noise (forget how many people would have been killed, injured, or maimed in these chase sequences – certainly the filmmakers do), some lasting ten to fifteen minutes, followed by a one-page scene where one of the characters has a soulful revelatory moment. The implausibility factor is huge – not one thing in this film is believable. I was a little surprised to see the name of Steven Spielberg on this film as Executive Producer. If this is what he thinks a movie is, perhaps it’s time he retire. A bad, bad film, the only saving grace of which is its frenetic pace.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly I’m in a weird sort of mood and perhaps if I get my beauty sleep I will wake up refreshed and energized and feeling my oats.
Today, I’m going to try and get up earlier than usual and get the long jog done, as I have an eleven o’clock breakfast meeting in West Hollywood at Hugo’s with Mr. Ted Detweiler. And I must leave time to put gasoline in my motor car, since it’s currently running on fumes since I’ve been too lazy to stop at a gas station. If, for some reason, I don’t get up early enough, then I’ll do the long jog when I get home. But I really want to get at least six pages done, and that’s what I’ll be doing for most of the day, plus, I’m sure, rewriting a lot of what I wrote yesterday. I liked some of what I did, but I know I was just getting stuff down some of the time and all that will need to be finessed. Again, I’m trying to get to the next sequence, and that sometimes slows me down as I figure out the best way. I’d like to be done with everything by four or so, and then I really just want to relax and zone out and watch movies and listen to CDs.
Tomorrow, I pretty much have the day for writing, and then we’ll be having a very informal reading and song-through of the musical I’ll be directing in a staged reading in February.
I’m also trying to keep the weekend completely open and free so I can just do my writing and relax. We’ll see how successful I am.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, have a breakfast meeting, write, do a couple of errands, and then relax and smell the coffee or the roses or the marmalade. 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, whilst I try not to be in a weird sort of mood. And do send some excellent vibes and xylophones regarding the pesky e-mail I received.