Well, dear readers, I did have my day of rest and what a lovelier than lovely day it was. I slept until almost ten and then I stayed in bed until ten-thirty thinking and making notes on my bedside pad. Since making the decision about book ten I have been making notes constantly. I got up, decided it was too chilly to do the jog, decided not to waste twenty-six bucks going to The Hollywood Show, and I just sat here like so much fish, and packaged up about ten orders and drove them to the postal office. I then went to Jerry’s Deli for a sandwich and fries and a friend met me there and we had a lovelier than lovely chat. After that, I came directly home and did nothing.
I forgot to mention a little something muse Margaret told me about at Saturday night’s dinner – warning, rant ahead. I don’t think my opinions on thongs are unknown around these here parts – I loathe them, hate them, they make me want to vomit on the ground, and if the most beautiful person on Earth were coming on to me and wanted to be intimate and said person was wearing one of those dastardly things I would not do a damn thing with said person, other than tell her to buy some proper underwear. I once was at a friend’s house for dinner and said friend had a twelve-year-old daughter and she told me the daughter wanted to wear thongs because all her classmates were doing so, and the mother refused, so the daughter spent her own money and bought them herself. So, I asked the daughter why she would want to wear such a horrifying thing and she said she didn’t want to have a panty line. DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE A PANTY LINE. Twelve years of age. I looked at her and said, “Why, are people looking at your ASS, is that why you don’t want a panty line because you think people are looking at your ASS?” I reminded her she was twelve and panty lines should be the least of her concerns. But then her mum told me of other middle school horrors and I just was nauseated by the whole thing. But now, it’s reached epidemic proportions and the world has truly gone to hell and parenting has reached a brand new all-time low. Margaret was at Macy’s in the children’s section – and guess what? They are now selling both thongs AND brassieres for two to four year old children. I think we all know that two to four year old children do not need to wear brassieres but they like to because they see it on TV. And they must wear thong underwear (you can’t call them underpants – anything wherein a string goes up your ASS cannot be called pants) because they see it on TV. And parents give in to these little children and BUY these things and let their kids wear them to school. And people wonder why the world we live in is currently 5000 percent more depraved than it’s ever been? When stupid parents allow this sort of thing what are they allowing? The sexualization of a two to four year old? Well, not on your tintype, oh parents of today. You reap what you sow, oh parents of today and your children will pay for it in ways you cannot even begin to imagine. I’m sure you’ve all heard the stories about what is hip to do in middle school. And why? Because these kids are allowed to and even encouraged to know too much too soon. Where does it end? If we can sexualize our children as toddlers why not just give them some Quaaludes to calm them down or let them smoke a joint if it can stop them being the hyperactive ADD generation they are. This current generation of teens to say thirty year olds will end up as the biggest group of alcoholics in the history of this country – you mark my words. So, I’m always appreciative when I read posts made by vixmom about the vixter – good parenting. And I have other friends who are the same. But sadly they are the exception, not the rule. The rule is to give in to your children and let them have everything they want no matter how outrageous it is – which is why the entitlement is so incredibly ridiculous with young people today. Thongs and brassieres for toddlers – the companies that make them should be run out of town on a rail and the parents who buy them should be right behind them. End of rant. I gotta tell you.
I did manage to watch a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I’ve never found the film so wonderful, but I sort of enjoy it for Gene Wilder’s terrific turn as Wonka, and several of the kids are very good and I like the Newley and Bricusse songs a lot. I’m quite certain that none of the children in the movie were wearing thongs and I’m equally certain they weren’t worried about panty lines. The Blu-Ray looks very nice, but the color is not quite accurate (it’s the same transfer as the special edition DVD) – a little too brown. Not bad, but a little bluer would be truer. After that, I watched the latest episode of Mad Men, which was much improved after last week’s time passer, which I found wanting in every way. I’m not quite certain why they’ve been giving my favorite gal, Peggy Olson, such short shrift for the last two weeks – I don’t think she appeared in last week’s episode at all, and she was barely in last night’s. I’m also very bored of Conrad Hilton and his insanity. But the best parts of the show had to do with Bryan Batt and that part of the episode was grand. Both Betty and Don continue down their immoral paths and I just can’t care about either of them because of it. You’d think after his being found out and tossed out of his house, well, you’d think he’d learn, but after being taken back he was up to his old stuff almost instantly. I miss Roger Sterling (again, only a couple of short appearances last night), no Robert Morse, and the Brits seem to have disappeared but look like they’re back next week. But thanks mostly to the Batt storyline I really enjoyed the episode.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must be up early for an early dentist appointment – the last one in this series I’ve had, and I’m sooooo happy about that.
Today, as noted, I have a dentist appointment, and then I must come right home and read some stuff concerning the long musical, I must finish writing liner notes 1, I must maybe do a jog of some sort, I must eat something light and amusing, and I must send a contract in for an upcoming cast album reissue. I have, in fact, been sitting on this contract for probably the most requested cast album not ever on CD for about four weeks now. I’m quite nervous about doing it – the minimum I can press is 1500 and given the sales of our other cast album reissues I am not confident that we will sell more than 400 at the beginning and ultimately I’m not convinced we’ll sell even 1000. And this is a very expensive project to do, so I have wavered like crazy. A lot of these people who speak the loudest about wanting and needing these cast albums on CD are the people who either never buy or wait three or four months to make the purchase. One such person who friended me on Facebook said (when I announced the Woody Allen CD) “Not interested – I want cast albums.” I wrote a terse reply to it explaining that I was sitting on this contract because of the low advance on Cry For Us All and he admitted he hadn’t even ordered it and from his attitude I gather that he was and is in no hurry to do so and my guess is that he will never do so. But he and others have to have them. Right. However, I’m going to take the chance and hope it’s not a disaster because it could be very problematic if it was. That said, I think the process of actually releasing it will take three or four months – it’s a very complicated licensing deal and I’m not in control of certain aspects of it, like the actual pressing, which is done back East somewhere. I have no plans for the evening.
Tuesday, I have a lunch meeting where I have to deliver two contracts and two large checks, one for the Woody Allen CD and one for the project that follows. It’s been a very heavy month for Kritzerland in terms of outgoing money – we’ve had really good months all year, in fact, but I find the income goes out as fast as it comes in. I’m not complaining, mind you – in terms of sales and making Kritzerland a known quantity (at long last) this has been an incredible year. And I hope it continues next year, because we really need it to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, go to the dentist, I must hopefully pick up some packages, I must send in a contract, I must finish liner notes, I must read some material for the long musical, and I must eat something amusing. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your thoughts on thongs and brassieres for toddlers, and parenting today. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we contemplate a world in which thongs for toddlers is deemed acceptable.