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February 5, 2009:

A BROKEN RECORD

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Well, dear readers, once again I must say, where the HELL has this week gone? How can it be Thursday already? I tell you, this month is flying by, like a gazelle in Baby Doll pumps. I know I sound like a broken record, I know I sound like a broken record, I know I sound like a broken record but really can’t we slow down a little so we can stop and smell the roses or the coffee or the mustard plaster? Speaking of a mustard plaster, yesterday was an interesting day for reasons I no longer remember. I do remember getting up. I do remember not doing the long jog, as I needed a one-day respite. I do remember doing some revisions on the previous day’s writing, and I do remember banging out three pages by eleven-thirty or so. I also remember having a craving for a Tom’s Burger in North Hollywood (not Tommy’s). I’ve never had anything less than a wonderful burger there, but today’s was awful, as were the usually good onion rings. I shan’t be returning. I remember coming home (no packages today) and writing four more pages, and I remember sitting on my couch like so much fish.

Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Gumshoe, starring Mr. Albert Finney, Miss Billie Whitelaw, Mr. Frank Finlay, Miss Janet Rule, and others. I saw this film at the Filmex Film Festival prior to its actual release. I recall enjoying it, and really liking Mr. Finney. I haven’t seen it since, and so I was really looking forward to this week’s DVD release. I even had the movie poster (superbly designed) hanging on my apartment wall back in 1971. Sadly, it’s just not very good. It doesn’t really know what it wants to be – that seems to be the biggest problem. The actors are all terrific, but the plot is so convoluted and it just meanders along for all of its eighty-eight minutes, with a really overdone score by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Interestingly, the main theme is one you’ll recognize immediately because Mr. Lloyd Webber saw film to steal from himself and with a couple of rhythm changes the theme became the title song to Sunset Blvd. The transfer is fine. I really wish that it had held up better for me, but alas, it didn’t.

After the movie, I was hungry so I got some cashew chicken and a salad at a local Thai eatery. Whilst there, I was treated to three of the most obnoxious people on the face of the planet, who sat a table next to me. I think they were in their late 20s, but as we all know thirty is the new twenty and these people behaved like sub-teenagers. Kids today, I gotta tell you. And earlier, at the mail place, there was a girl wearing shorts that were so small they basically disappeared up her nether-regions – they wer more like a belt than shorts. Her butt cheeks hung out for all to see, and while I’m sure there are those who find that sort of thing appealing, I merely wanted to vomit on the ground.

I then came home and finished the chapter I was on and wrote another half-page to get into the next chapter. I do remember feeling slightly disconnected from everything all day and night. I don’t like to feel slightly disconnected so I’m hoping that feeling will subside by the time I get up in the morning or by the time I get to Phoenix.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below – I know, I sound like a broken record, I sound like a broken record, I sound like a broken record.

Today, I shall really try to buckle down Winsocki and write as many pages as I can. I’m at the critical last three chapters now and I must be focused and have total concentration – I’m going to try and wrap everything up by Sunday, although I’m not sure I’ll make it – could be Monday or Tuesday. We shall see. So, other than doing the long jog and eating, I shall write, write, write (that is three writes and as we all know, three writes don’t make a wrong). I’m sure I’ll watch a DVD tonight.

Tomorrow, I have a morning work session with Sean McDermott, to finish up the arrangements. After that, I’ll come directly home so I can write. Saturday, I also have a work session with Alet Taylor, after which I’ll come home and write. And Saturday evening, I have some one-act musicals to see.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, and then write as many pages as I can, after which I shall eat and watch a motion picture on DVD. Today’s topic of discussion: We’ve done it before, I know, but I love this topic – what is the single greatest meal you’ve ever eaten – what was it, where was it, when was it, and describe it in loving detail. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we – I know, I sound like a broken record, I sound like a broken record, I sound like a broken record.

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