Well, dear readers, why is a sandwich called a sandwich? I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you find such a sentence? Nowhere, that’s where. Oh, some wisenheimer will say it’s because of the Earl of Sandwich or something, but really, can’t we just call it like we see it and say that some nutcase got two pieces of bread, but some fatty meat between the slices, looked at it, and said, “Hmmm, these two pieces of bread with fatty meats doesn’t have a name – I think I’ll call it a sandwich.” Seriously, there was, of course, an Earl of Sandwich, the fourth Earl of Sandwich to be exact, and his name was John Montagu – some think he invented the sandwich, some don’t. But what are we going to find next – that the hot dog was invented by the Duke of Hot Dog? The taco was invented by the Lord of Taco? That pie was invented by the Baron of Pie? That chipotle was invented by the Count of Chipotle? And what is chipotle anyway and why didn’t anyone eat it prior to the year 2000? Well, perhaps we’d better stop here, for this way madness lies. Madness is always lying, just like certain people I know. So, why was I thinking of the sandwich? I was thinking of the sandwich because I ate one of the consarned things yesterday, and it was quite yummilicious and just what the doctor ordered. The doctor is always ordering the same damn thing I do, and frankly or even georgely I am getting pretty tired of it and, conversely, it is getting pretty tired of me. What the HELL am I going on about? Have I gone off on one of those consarned tangents again? And speaking of chipotle, isn’t that a perfect Jerry Lewis word? Let’s all put on our best Jerry voice and say chipotle really loud. On the count of three: One, two, three – CHIPOTLE!
I was supposed to have a nice easy day yesterday, and while the day was nice, it wasn’t exactly easy in terms of getting any relaxing time in. No, I got up early, did the three-mile jog, and then began putting postage on all the packages that hopefully will ship out this day. That took a very long time – printing the postage, putting it on the packages, and doing the foreign postage – it’s just endless, and without a helper it’s quite maddening. I arranged to pick up tapes for an upcoming release, which I’ll do at some point in the morning hours. I did some errands and whatnot, spent an hour on the telephonic device talking to Chicago, the city, not the show, and then I got everything prepped for the announcement of the new Kritzerland release, which will happen moments after these here notes are posted. I picked up a few packages, shipped a package, ate a sandwich, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I managed to watch three episodes of Lost, Season Five. For me, the show seems to be floundering a little, the way Alias did in its later seasons, but there’s still some excellent stuff going on, and I know that season five is a favorite of certain fans, so I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes. On the fourth episode, during the final two minutes, the sound went away, so I had to find an episode guide online to find out what was going on – which I did.
I also checked out the transfers on the new Toho set that just came out on DVD. The films are Battle In Outer Space, The H Man, and Mothra, all in very nice widescreen transfers with both the American dubbed versions and the original full-length Japanese versions with subtitles. I especially love Mothra, so it’s lovely to have it in such a nice presentation. The packaging is the weirdest I’ve ever seen for a three disc set – the DVDs are literally stacked on top of one another on a long hub. The Long Hub – that’s the title of my next novel.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I read up on the history of the donut, which was, of course, invented by the Duchess of Donut.
Today shall be a very busy day. I shall get up early, do the long jog, drive to the MGM vaults to pick up some tapes, come home to await the arrival of CDs, after which I shall package them up and get them shipped out. Mr. Cason Murphy is coming by at two, and I’m hoping he can help with the shipping, and then we’ll go have a meal and a meeting about various and sundried things. After that, I have errands and whatnot to do, and hopefully some packages to pick up.
Tomorrow, I have a morning casting session for the long musical, and then I’m going to see a screening of Plan Nine From Outer Space, which should be fun. On Friday, I’ll be having breakfast with our very own Miss Juliana A. Hansen.
I’ve kept Saturday completely free, and I shall pack early in the morning so that I can just relax for the rest of the day and evening. And then Sunday morning I shall be on my way to New York, New York.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, pick up tapes, ship CDs, and have a meet and eat with Mr. Cason Murphy. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, and let’s all raise our glasses in honor of the Earl of Sandwich, for without him the Subway would not exist.