Well, dear readers, I’m almost back to normal, sleep-wise, and am ready to meet and greet the very busy week ahead. What a factual way of opening these here notes. That is just so factual it makes me want to vomit on the ground. Who needs all this factual? Don’t we also need fanciful? For what is factual if we can’t have fanciful, and vice versa and also versa vice? Of course, if anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about, please keep it to yourself. Sunday, normally a day of rest, and jet-lagged rest at that, was spent addressing a really large number of packages, and then putting postage on them. Thankfully, I had Mr. Cason Murphy here, helping me, and so we got everything done in about three count them three hours, after which we went to Jerry’s Deli for a spot of food. Once that was done, I printed out a lot of stuff that needed printing, and then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched the remaining episodes of Lost, Season Five.
Yesterday, I watched the remaining episodes of Lost, Season Five. They were all pretty good, but then we got the same old, same old – with characters changing allegiances or their minds every two minutes, just because the writers needed them to. At times, I just wanted to scream at the TV “Make up your mind already!” The two-part end of season episode was very well done, save for the back-and-forth changing of tunes – especially with Kate and Juliette – even Sawyer started getting annoyed about it. The final thing before the end leaves plenty of ways to go for the sixth and final season. I only hope they don’t go to Aliasland and get ridiculous. After that, I watched two more episodes of Adam 12, and we finally hit Valley pay dirt, with one episode’s main action taking place at the mile and a half point of my daily jog – a block from Tujunga and Moorpark, at what was then a liquor store and what is now something called Moorpark Studio. The charming houses on Kraft, just north of the building are all gone and replaced by a very ugly apartment building. Then in the next episode, we were on a street called Strohm in North Hollywood, the 4200 block (I’m on a 4200 block in the City of Studio), and literally about a half-block from where our very own Michelle Nicastro used to live. I hope there’s more to come in the final two discs.
After that, I had to proof the booklet and tray card for the release that’s being announced this week – I had to make quite a few corrections, but we got it done pretty quickly, and now all that stuff has been sent for approval, after which it will go directly to the printers. I then wrote the press release, and prepared the mp3s for our web designer, so he now has everything for sound samples and our item page. I didn’t really eat dinner (I had bacon and eggs for lunch, with a combo platter of fries and onion rings – just a few of each), but I had some almonds and cranberries (my new obsession), and some low-cal ice cream.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I think there’s too much factual and too little fanciful in this section of the notes and frankly we need some fanciful so that we can have fun and be fancy free, like a gazelle in a laundry hamper.
I don’t know about you, but I find this section of these here notes much more fanciful. Tomorrow, I shall be fancy free. I shall get up when I get up, I shall jog when I jog (but I WILL jog no matter what and what no matter), I shall eat when I eat, I shall do errands and whatnot when I do errands and whatnot, and I shall attend to all things that attention.
Tomorrow, of course, will mostly be spent in shipping a lot of CDs to a lot of places. Thankfully, Mr. Cason Murphy will be coming over again to help and that will be helpful. Still, it will be a long day of packing and lugging and lugging and packing.
Wednesday, Mr. Handy Man is coming back to install more shelves in the garage (I cannot wait, actually), and then I’ve got about two hours of other things for him to do). I may also have a little get-together with a dear reader if she’s feeling up to it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, get packaging approved, do errands and whatnot, and eat something amusing. Today’s topic of discussion: As some of you know, I love hamburgers and hot dogs. So, where and when did you have your very first hamburger and hot dog – did you love it? What did you put on it? And what are your all-time favorite hamburger and hot dogs you’ve ever eaten and why were they so tasty? This is a topic I’m going to love reading. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and keep them both factual and fanciful so that we can all be fancy free, which is, of course, better than fancy paid.