Well, dear readers, I spent most of yesterday in a Novocain haze. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, spent most of yesterday in a Novocain haze. As followers of these here notes know I chipped a tooth a couple of months ago, and yesterday was the day it had to be attended to by Dr. Chew. Prior to going there, I had to deal with my publisher. We’d sent everything to them yesterday via YouSendIt, which is what they’d recommended we do for that last book. My handler informed me they no longer accept things from YouSendIt. I told her that Grant was too busy to resend everything and to please talk to the lady who knows how I like things to be and who’s helped me on every book starting with Benjamin Kritzer. Instead of talking to that lady (which I recommended weeks ago), she talked to her supervisor, who refused to accept what we’d sent. I then wrote the lady myself and two minutes later they’d downloaded everything from YouSendIt. I told the handler that I wanted no more BS and that everything had to go exactly as I want it and that if there were or are any further problems she is to contact the lady – the lady reiterated that to the handler, so everything should move along at a steady clip now, IF they follow instructions. If they don’t, I simply contact the lady and it gets done swiftly. That’s one of the perks of having done nine books with these people. I then had to hurry to Dr. Chew and made it there just in the nick of time. He pulled out the big needle and gave me a local anesthetic. He then stuck the needle in my gums. I do not like a big needle being stuck in my gums but I was a good soldier – until he started moving the needle around mercilessly, this way and that way, ever deeper and ever more painful. As he was doing that, he was also pinching and shaking my cheek, which I’m convinced he was doing to keep me distracted from just what he was doing with that big needle and how long it was in my gums. He finally took the big needle out of my gums and the numbness set in immediately. The good news was that he put so much Novocain in me that I felt absolutely nothing while he was drilling down the tooth, redoing the filling, and taking impressions for the porcelain crown I’ll be getting. He worked on the tooth for about forty-five minutes, then put a temporary crown on it. I left there in a haze of a daze feeling like a rat in a maze. I came home, packaged up about ten orders, began reading the long musical, did some errands and whatnot, picked up one little package, did some banking, paid a humungous number of Kritzerland bills (they never stop), sent some important e-mails, all the while still in my Novocain haze of a daze. I then addressed a humungous number of packages. Amazingly, the entire left side of my face and my left ear remained numb for almost five hours. Finally, the numbness subsided and then I was left with a throbbing pain and a headache. I was very hungry, but not in the mood to eat, so instead I watched a few episodes of Lost, Season Two.
The show, for me, continues to veer wildly from really good episodes to really silly writing and plotting. I am especially irritated by Kate’s constant vacillating back and forth love relationships with Sawyer and Jack. It’s a writer thing – they need her to behave this way and then that way in order to make their various and sundried plots work, but it just makes the character look stupid, and the poor actress has to play that writing and no one could make it work. And every single kissing scene, mouths open, tongues begin to protrude as lips lock. Quite nauseating. Not quite as amusing as the constant “What?” and “Excuse me?” in ever single episode. There’s a whole thing about a few of the people captured by the others being kept in cages, where they’re watched by surveillance cameras, but also by onlookers. I understand the cameras, but why the onlookers, watching as if they were in a road company of Planet Of The Apes? Maybe it will pay off at some point, but it seems like they just threw it in and then dropped it like a hot potato. Then we had a “comedy” episode with Hurley and a VW bus – it was pretty funny because the actor is pretty funny, plus we had Cheech Marin as his daddy. Also along as a guest star in an earlier episode, Pogue’s very own Diana Scarwid, who looks a little harsh these days, with a foghorn voice. We did learn how Jack got his tattoo, so that was fun. I’m now halfway through season three and will probably finish in the next couple of days. I was happy to see that Paris Barclay directed an episode – he’s very good, and a very nice guy who I know from the Disney/ASCAP workshops. Some of the episodes are so sharp that you actually feel like you’re there whilst watching them.
I finally had to eat something, so I went out and had some mac and cheese, which went down pretty easily.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because after being in a Novocain haze all the livelong day, I am quite ready for my beauty sleep.
Since yesterday was supposed to be a day off, and since I ended up working all day, I intend to affix postage to packages, and prepare the big packages for shipping, but other than that, I am not doing anything else, other than finishing the current draft of the long musical, which is still thirty pages too long. I’m hoping some way overdue packages arrive, too.
Tomorrow, I have a long work session for the long musical, at least four hours, maybe five, although I may just call it after four hours. It gets very long-winded and because of that after four hours or so it’s the law of diminishing returns, as far as I’m concerned. Also, my guess is that the new Kritzerland CDs will be arriving, and if that’s the case, it’s definitely ending after four hours, as I’ll have to get those shipped.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, I must read the long musical, I must affix postage, and I must take the rest of the day off. Today’s topic of discussion: Yesterday’s topic was, to me, interesting, but I think it will be more interesting with this little twist – if you could go back in time and pay a visit to any TV show’s filming, what would it be and why do you choose that particular show? And if you could have appeared on any classic game show from the Golden Age of TV, which would you have chosen? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I sleep off the last remnants of the Novocain haze.