Well, dear readers, yesterday was a day of drama, thrills, comedy, merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. It was, in short, a mighty strange day. I got up early, but not early enough to do any sort of jog. I did have some orders to print out and e-mails to answer, and then I had to be on my way to see Dr. Chew to get my permanent, genuine amethyst tie pin – oh, wait, that’s The Most Happy Fella – I mean, my permanent, genuine porcelain cap. I was very nervous about having to have another shot of Novocain, but although it was suggested I have one, I opted out. Dr. Chew said it would probably be fine without said Novocain and he was quite correct. In fact, the visit was painless and quick and I now have my permanent, genuine porcelain cap and now I can chew on both sides of my mouth once again. I came right back home and was greeted with a large dose of drama, which had to do with our new Kritzerland release. It turned out to be a tempest in a teapot or, at the very least, a teapot in a tempest, but it was very nerve-wracking for a couple of hours, and kept me on pins and needles and also needles and pins. Happily, there was a happy ending and we’re on track to do our official announcement tomorrow evening at the stroke of midnight. I then had a few telephonic calls, booked my ride to the airport for Sunday morning, did some errands and whatnot, had no packages, and ate some eggs and bacon and a short stack at Du-Par’s. I must say, lately the pancakes have not been all that, but this batch was fantastic – I still only ate the edges and about one cake, but boy was it yummilicious. I then proofed the revised master for our new release – I made some changes in the order of one of the soundtracks, and I’d asked for some specific changes in the sound on a few tracks. Everything was fine, and I approved it and it’s now on its merry way to the merry pressing plant. In the early evening, on a whim I decided to do the two-mile jog, which I did, and which was most pleasantly pleasant. After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched one of the stupidest motion pictures I’ve ever seen. Forget bad, forget inept, this picture was STUPID. Endlessly, insanely STUPID. The people who produced it and wrote it and directed it made a STUPID movie. Of course, when the producer is Jon Peters, you know what you’re in for, and I suppose this might have been mildly enjoyable had I had the cocaine, a marijuana cigarette, and some heroin cocktail prior to watching it. Since I don’t do those things, I had to endure it with no buffers and it was STUPID. The STUPID motion picture was entitled Tango and Cash, starring Sylvester Stallone and Kurt Russell, along with Jack Palance as the STUPID villain. One knew what one was in for when, in the first scene, Mr. Stallone as Tango was doing his thing and someone said, “Who do you think you are, Rambo?” To which Mr. Stallone replies, “Rambo Was A Pussy,” which, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo), is the title of my next novel. That was the high point, dialogue-wise. It degenerated from there, and each scene was STUPIDER than the scene before. I stuck with it until the bitter and STUPID freeze frame that ended the film. The music by Harold Faltermeyer was STUPID. Mr. Stallone and Mr. Russell were clearly having a good time, but they are repeatedly asked to say STUPID things that are supposed to be funny but aren’t. Everyone involved should be ashamed of themselves, but one has the feeling they took the money and ran, STUPID script notwithstanding. The Blu and Ray disc was okay – not great, not bad.
Oh, I had gotten one package – I forgot. Our very own Dan-the-Man sent me fourteen DVD-Rs of Lost, Season Five, so I would not be Lost-deprived. I watched the season opener, and boy are they taking this show in weird directions. But it was a good episode and I enjoyed it. I must say, the Michael Emerson character is much like the Ron Rifkin character from Alias. He just changes as the writers need him to, but you’d think that one character in this piece would learn that you cannot trust him. But still, they do, when the writers need them to.
After that, I had an interesting call from a former Theater Academy student who’d been in The Brain From Planet X at the school. She’s a very sweet Japanese gal, and she’s trying to get an artist’s visa and she asked me to write a note, which I gladly will. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because these here notes are starting to feel like a tempest in a teapot, whatever the HELL that means.
Today should be a fairly light day – a few errands and whatnot to do, affixing postage on packages to do, and that’s about it. I shall, of course, do the long jog and eat something amusing.
Tomorrow, CDs should be arriving and I’ll hopefully have some help packaging them up and getting them all shipped out. That will be a big load off Ye Olde Minde. Thursday, I have a four-hour casting session for the long musical, and Thursday night I’m going to have dinner and see a film with Mr. Barry Pearl. Friday, I think I have a work session with the composer and lyricist of the long musical, and that’s all I have planned until I leave for New York, New York. I am hoping we have a hainsies/kimlets get-together whilst I’m there, but I sure haven’t heard a peep about it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, put postage on packages, do errands and whatnot, and eat something amusing. Today’s topic of discussion: Here’s one we haven’t done in a while, and it’s always fun – what ten CDs would you have to have with you on a desert island? No compilations allowed, and only commercially released CDs. And what ten DVDs or Blu-Rays would you have to have with you? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we remain thankful that the tempest confined itself to the teapot.