Well, dear readers, I have Thai’d one on and am stuffed to the gills with Thai foodstuffs. Whilst they were excellent foodstuffs, I currently want to vomit on the ground. But enough about me. Add to the full stomach, the stuffed up head and nose and throat and chest and you have one problematic Jew (wej, spelled backwards). Oy and vey. I can barely breathe because I am stuffed to the gills and stuffed otherwise. That’ll teach me to Thai one on. Next time, in order to give myself a signal not to do so, I shall Thai a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree. In fact, I feel like the old oak tree right now. Speaking of the old oak tree, yesterday was a rather pleasant day. For example, I got up. That was rather pleasant. I then did the long jog. That was rather pleasant. I then had to answer some e-mails and whatnot, and then I toddled over to Mr. Grant Geissman’s home environment to record some vocals for the Nudie Musical demo. First up was Lauren Rubin, our original Joyce from The Brain – she had about four songs to record, doing the Cindy Williams role. She did very well. Then it was Jenna Romano, who did The Lights And The Smiles. Considering she’d never really been in the studio professionally she did great. She took direction and was able to do little fixes very quickly. I must say, I really like Jenna and she’ll definitely be in our March reading (as Susie, the ingénue), and frankly, I’ve enjoyed what she’s done with the role at both readings thus far and I’d probably just give her the role if we should be lucky enough to do the show this summer. Next up was Cason Murphy, who did his part of a duet very quickly – especially good job as I changed some notes at the last minute – in fact, I changed quite a few notes at the last minute. The whole thing took about two hours – I still have to do my vocals, which we’ll do sometime next week, as well as Alet’s vocals when she’s well enough. I then picked up a package and finally came home. I then carefully proofed the LACCTAA newsletter, after which I sat on my couch like so much fish and relaxed.
After that, my neighborhood pal and I toddled off to a local Thai place to sup. It was lots of fun, excellent food, and we had a very nice chat. After that, I came back home, called in the corrections to the newsletter, and finished watching the motion picture I’d begun earlier in the day.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled My Side Of The Mountain, a film I’d never seen before, from 1969. It’s quite an enjoyable G-rated film about a young boy who, inspired by Thoreau, runs away from home to go live by himself and commune with nature. The photography is quite pretty, and there are lots of nice animals, and the whole affair is interesting and fun to watch. Theodore Bikel shows up as a singer of songs, but mostly it’s just the boy, his falcon, and various and sundried other animals existing in the outdoors. There’s a nice musical score by Wilfred Josephs. The transfer is wonderful – you want to know what accurate color looks like, buy this DVD for under ten bucks and find out. Paramount usually gets the color right on their catalog titles, with, unfortunately, some notable exceptions like their travesty of a transfer for Breakfast At Tiffany’s and their problematic newer transfer of To Catch A Thief (mis-timed scenes). But on these lesser titles, they usually do perfect work. Compared to the often shoddy Warners brown transfers, it’s a pleasure to watch movies like this, that look like they should.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must roll myself into bed and get my beauty sleep, for I have much to do today.
Today, I have much to do. I’ll do the long jog, then I must bring all the material for the next two Kritzerland releases to the booklet designer and we’ll discuss the particulars, then I must do several errands and whatnot, after which I’ll come home and do some proofing of the new novel. I also left my Nudie script at Grant’s and I have to pick that up. In the evening I’ll be supping with my book dealer friend and then we’ll be seeing some Ray Bradbury thing with Ray. I have no idea what it is, exactly, but I’ll have a full report for you.
Tomorrow is, of course, our Annual Oscar Bash – those who’ve attended our past bashes know that this is the place to be on Oscar night. This is where the dirt is dished and the dish is dirted. This is where you will hear about fashion faux pas and have a running commentary on every single aspect of the show. Last year we had over 2000 posts, and I’m hoping we can beat that this year. So, get some yummilicious foodstuffs, settle down on your collective couches like so much fish, and be here at haineshisway.com for the fun and festivities and merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. You won’t want to miss one second of it.
Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora or the Shipoopi, because today is the birthday of our very own Matthew. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own Matthew. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN MATTHEW!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, see my booklet designer, do errands and whatnot, then sup and see a show. Today’s topic of discussion: As was suggested yesterday, what were your favorite revival movie houses? What films did you discover there, or rediscover there? And what highly-touted films did you see that you didn’t think lived up to the hype surrounding them? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all Thai a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.