Well, dear readers, it is Thanksgiving. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you find such information? Nowhere, that’s where. I, for one, am giving many thanks for many bountiful blessings, and I am sending many excellent vibes and xylophones for more bountiful blessings to come. For now, bring on the damn turkey. I am quite exhausted as I write these here notes – that has been this week’s theme – quite exhausted. Next week’s theme will be from High Noon. I had planned for yesterday to be free of anything after my three-hour work session on the long musical. That did not prove to be possible, however, because I got a call at eight-thirty in the morning from the pressing plant telling me that instead of Pressure Point CDs being delivered next Tuesday they were on their way to my home environment. Quel surprise – especially as I hadn’t even begun addressing packages. And since Mr. Cason Murphy is back home for Thanksgiving, I found myself on my own with the addressing. But I dove right in and by the time my work session started at ten, I had most of it done. Then, when we took a break, I managed to print most of the postage. Directly after the session, I got everything packed up, including the biggest of the dealer orders, filled out all those damn customs forms, and got everything over to the post office by two-thirty. I then grabbed a sandwich and fries whilst I filled out a bunch of UPS forms, then I took many boxes over to the UPS Store and shipped those out. I only had one lonely little package today, which means there are still a couple of really errant and truant packages, which I hope will be here Friday. By the time I was through with everything it was after four. I then packaged up another thirty orders and got postage on them. Then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I started to watch a motion picture on a region B Blu and Ray entitled Hamlet. Hamlet was written by someone named Shakespeare and this film stars and was directed by someone named Laurence Olivier. I could only watch about twenty minutes, because the quality of the Blu-Ray, for me, was quite off-putting. Sharp, yes, but filled with digititis (NOT resembling film grain at all), and also filled with scratches and dots – I don’t mind a few but this transfer was littered with them. I then began watching another region B Blu-Ray, this one entitled Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner. But I was so zonked that I kept falling asleep. The transfer is great, though, so I’ll finish it soon.
After that, I listened to five or six CDs, wrote the blurb for next week’s release (which will have an early announcement here, probably on Sunday night at midnight), chose the tracks that we’ll have audio samples on, and that was my day and that was my evening and I am quite ready to hit the road to dreamland. But first, I think I’ll drive these packages over to the post office so I don’t have to do anything tomorrow that resembles work.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and whilst we are doing so let us all give thanks whilst we all have a lovelier than lovely Thanksgiving. For now, bring on the damn turkey.
Today, I shall endeavor to sleep in, and then I shall definitely do the full long jog, so that I can make a pig of myself later. Then I shall watch a Blu-Ray or three, and then I shall be toddling off to Mr. Barry Pearl’s for Thanksgiving dinner. I’m quite looking forward to it, and I say bring on the damn turkey.
Tomorrow, I’ll ship out the remaining overseas orders (presuming they’ve paid) and that is all I will do. And that is my plan for the weekend – other than eating and doing and errand and perhaps a whatnot, I shall do nothing but what I please to do. I have been invited to see a production at the LA Opera tomorrow matinee, and I may just go. I can’t remember if it’s The Marriage Of Figaro or The Barber of Seville. Or maybe it’s The Barber Of Figaro or The Marriage of Seville. I know not.
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 watch a Blu-Ray, and I must attend a Thanksgiving dinner. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your most memorable Thanksgiving? Let’s have lots of details, and let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all give thanks and say collectively, bring on the damn turkey.