Well, dear readers, I have just eaten a mint. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you read such a sentence as “I have just eaten a mint.” Nowhere, that’s where. So, now that I’ve just eaten a mint I feel newly minted. I used to not like mints very much, but then I got used to them, and now I’ve grown accustomed to my mints. They almost make the day begin. I was serenely independent and content without a mint, now when I’m without one, well, I always give a hint… What am I, Henry Higgins all of a sudden? Don’t I have notes to write? I do and I shall, not necessarily in that order. I had a very nice Sunday. I slept late, got up, smoothed out stuff I’d written the day before, made some additions and deletions, and then I went and had a sandwich and fries. Then I began writing new pages and spent most of the afternoon doing so, about twelve in all. I have now written close to forty-three pages in three days, something I’ve never even come close to. I finished the prologue of the book and will be starting the first chapter today. I do keep going back and adding little details and that’s a good thing – as long as the prologue, which is long, holds interest I’ll be fine with it. It does cover a lot of territory, but I tried to keep it moving along while cramming as much incident in it as I could. I’ll be giving it to muse Margaret, maybe even later today, and I’m hoping she likes it. If she doesn’t, then I’ll have to do some revising. As I reread and smooth what I wrote, I do kind of like the style and form of it, so that’s good. And as I’m writing, it’s just amazing what’s coming back to me – incredible little moments and details. I do realize that I cannot write in detail about every single job I’ve done or adventure I’ve had – that would be a three thousand page book, so I’ve got to find the good way to telescope things while still being interesting and still getting the points across. For now, I shall just mush on for I am like a man possessed. I then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a very bad motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Red Heat. It’s one of those cop buddy fish out of water things that were so popular with the populace in the 1980s. This one is from the director of 48 Hours, but whereas everything in that film worked well, nothing in this film works at all. The story is clichéd, the characters are clichéd, the direction is clichéd, the score is clichéd, and the performances are dreadful. There was, in fact, not one single moment in the film that worked, at least for me. Not one joke landed, nothing was suspenseful, nothing was exciting, and nothing was fun. It was a complete time-waster and a waste of celluloid and a crass attempt to recreate the magic of 48 Hours, failing miserably to do so. To add insult to injury, the Blu-Ray looks worse than an upconverted DVD. There’s no sharpness to it at all – ever. It’s smeary-looking and ugly at every turn and had I, for example, seen this as my first Blu-Ray I would have gotten very angry at the format. Fortunately for me, my first Blu-Ray was 2001: A Space Odyssey, which is still one of the top ten most stunning Blu-Rays I’ve seen and I’ve seen a lot. Highly not recommended by the likes of me.
After the movie, I had a bad taste in my mouth, hence I ate a mint. I did more smoothing out on what I’d written earlier, I took a hot shower and got a couple of more ideas for added details, implemented those details, and then closed out the document for the evening.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because, after all, I’ve grown accustomed to my mints.
Today, I must get up early, package up a few orders, stop at the bank, then have a meeting with the co-author of the long musical to go over our act two notes so he can begin the rewrite of that act. I’m hoping I won’t be there for more than two hours. He wants to meet in some food court at the little mall on Westwood and Pico – I’m not thrilled about it, frankly as it will not be nearly as comfortable as sitting in a nice booth at Junior’s.
After the meeting, I’ll come directly back to the Valley, hopefully get some mail and packages, and then settle down and write some pages. I’m so far ahead of where I usually am that if I only do three or four that will be fine. As I said, I may print the introduction and prologue and take that to muse Margaret for her perusal, and then I have an early dinner. After that, I’ll probably watch something on the DVR.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, package orders and ship them, do errands and whatnot, have a meeting, write, and eat. Today’s topic of discussion: I want to hear about sushi. I’ve never eaten sushi other than cooked sushi like a California roll or shrimp. I’ve never eaten the raw stuff. Just the thought of it makes me want to vomit on the ground. But tell me what your favorite kinds of sushi are and what you’d recommend to a raw fish newbie and coward. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst well all sing I’ve grown accustomed to my mints after which we’ll recite the tale of The Randy Vicar and the Pickled Beets.