Well, dear readers, I can barely keep my eyes open. And yet I must keep my eyes open, for to write notes with one’s eyes closed is not such a good idea, for they look like this:
Wethtin dkrue, dkjtekjee vientkelja. Actually, isn’t that funny, I just wrote a sentence in an ancient language called Furdd. I haven’t used the ancient language called Furdd in years and yet, totally by accident and with my eyes closed I typed a sentence in the ancient language of Furdd. Furdd, of course, was the ancient language of the ancient country known as Furdd. The ancient country known as Furdd was quite small and quite ancient and one day it just disappeared off the face of the Earth. That’s right, one day Furdd was no more. But those who’d lived there or visited there kept the memory and the ancient language alive. Some years ago, I discovered a book in a used book store – the book was called Furdd: An Ancient Country’s Ancient Language by Professer Gunther Kreinhold Lint, who was the world’s foremost authority on Furdd, country and language. The book was only seventeen pages long, but what a book! In any case, presuming my Furdd isn’t too rusty, I’ll translate the sentence I wrote: Wethtin dkrue, dkjtekjee vientkelja – Western drinks make me vomit if I’ve eaten kelp.
What the HELL am I talking about? This is what happens when one has gotten up at six in the morning, which is precisely when I got up yesterday. I’d had some weird dreams (in fact, I think I dreamed of Furdd), and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So, I answered some e-mails and finally crawled back into bed at seven-fifteen, and promptly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until nine-thirty, so it was then too late to do the long jog and it was too chilly anyway. Instead, I went to the postal office, shipped two priority packages overseas and a bunch of smaller domestic orders, then came home and had a two-hour work session, which went very well. I then picked up some packages, did some errands and whatnot, took a couple of things to Fast Frame for fast framing (which I’ll share with you when they come back), and then had my nice early dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, where I ate like two pigs. I had my beloved Spicy Cashew Chicken, a small Caesar salad, and something called corn fritters, which just sounded too good not to try and indeed they were too good and too filling. I was dining with a friend, so we split the small Caesar (which is huge) and the fritters (two each), but I was really full afterwards and am, in fact, still full all these hours later.
I then came home and sat on my couch like so much fish and watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Blithe Spirit, starring Mr. Rex Harrison and Miss Margaret Rutherford. The film version of Mr. Noel Coward’s play was produced by Mr. Coward and directed by David Lean, but it’s never been a particular favorite of mine. The playing is really low-key and the whole thing lacks a sense of fun and energy that I know the play has in abundance. The cast is very good, the music is nice, everything’s nice and, for me, just misses. I then whipped out the CD of the musical version, High Spirits, which always makes me smile. I did the West Coast premiere of the show at Bluth Brothers Theate in Culver City, playing the nervous assistant of Madame Arcati (Rupert, I think) and loved doing the show. And come May on my trip to New York, I may try to score tickets for the revival.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I’ve got to get some sleep.
I was going to write this entire section if Furdd, but decided not to. Today, I shall do a few errands and whatnot whilst she of the Evil Eye does her good work, and then I’ll finish proofing the new book and get it to my two official proofers. I have to print something out at Staples, and I must do the long jog, and I’m going out to Mystery and Imagination Books to say hey, and that’s all I have to do and I’m keeping it that way.
Tomorrow, I have to read a script, and that’s all I’m doing and I’m keeping it that way. Monday begins another busy week of meetings, meals, work sessions, writing, and preparing casting sessions for Nudie Musical. I did set our musical director, John Randall, and I have to get the demo to the fellow who’s doing the lead sheets. It’s really full steam ahead. Oh, and I have to prepare the questions for the Tuesday night LACCTAA event, An Evening With Jason Robert Brown and Georgia Stitt.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, do errands and whatnot, go to a book store, proof, and eat very lightly. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Noel Coward plays and songs, and what is the best production you’ve ever seen of a Noel Coward play? For me, hands down, the 1969 revival of Private Lives that played the Billy Rose Theater – starring Tammy Grimes and Brian Bedford. It was great! Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and I may even translate a couple of them into Furdd, just in case we have any Furddish lurkers hanging around.