Well, dear readers, have you ever had a sudden urge to say “Get thee to a nunnery?” I just had such an urge and by gum and by golly and buy bonds I said it. I, for example, have never gotten me to a nunnery. What am I missing? What do they do in a nunnery, study the work of Trevor Nunn? Anyway, if anyone here has been to a nunnery please fill us in on the details, won’t you? Of course, Nunnery Johnson is a screenwriter I’m very fond of. Get Thee To A Nunnery – that’s the title of my next novel, a story of wanton lust amongst the penguins on the Isle of Wellington. Or is that the Beef of Wellington and the Isle of Sole? Or is that the Filet of Sole and the Isle of Blackened Salmon? I beg your pardon, but don’t I have some notes to write? Well, let me just say that yesterday was a day in which not much happened. Oh, I printed out two copies of the new book, I delivered a big box o’ CDs and I went on a quest to find a light bulb over 65 watts. Apparently the powers that be don’t want us using as much power and wattage – they don’t care if we can’t seen anything apparently. And apparently, within the next two months anything over 65 watts will go the way of the dodo bird. Of course, these new energy-efficient 65-watt bulbs supposedly put out more light than 65 watts, but I don’t believe it. What I believe and know is that these new fangled 65-watt bulbs cost twice what other bulbs cost. That’s what I believe and know to be true. In any case, I found some 75-watt bulbs and bought six of them. I wanted to tell the powers that be to get thee to a nunnery because they are stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid (that is three stupids, which puts them in the moron category). Since there was no restaurant I could get into in the City of Studio I drove to Burbank where it’s not quite so fashionable and hip, and got right into a restaurant to have my late breakfast. Other than that, I spent a leisurely day at home thinking about getting thee to a nunnery. The big problem, of course, is that I don’t know thee. I finally did get to sit on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture in high-definitions that I’d recorded on the DVR – the motion picture was entitled Pillow Talk, starring Miss Doris Day and Mr. Rock Hudson, along with Mr. Tony Randall and a whole slew of wonderful character actors, none more wonderful than Miss Thelma Ritter. Pillow Talk is a classic – it’s still very funny, and the Rock Hudson stuff, with its veiled little jibes about fey men is laugh out loud funny. There is good news and bad news about the high-definition transfer. The good news is it is absolutely stunning – with perfect color. You want to know what color is supposed to look like in these 1960s films, just watch this. It’s spectacularly sharp and gorgeous. So, what’s the bad news? The bad news is that these studios are just too bloody stupid to put these transfers on Blu-Ray. If they would just do these sorts of titles, then maybe, just maybe, Blu-Ray would actually begin to catch on in some meaningful way. It’s being shown on HD-Net channel and will be repeated, so check it out. It’s like seeing a brand new print.
After that, I began watching the Blu and Ray of Mr. Joseph Losey’s film, The Go-Between. I’m sure it’s a rewarding film but it was unfortunately sleep-inducing, so I’ll give it a whirl this evening. Instead, I listened to music and had a long telephonic conversation with Mr. Grant Geissman. We’ll be getting together on Tuesday night to work on the cover of the book and to talk about the photo placement within the book. My plan is to have quite a few photos.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button and frankly I think we all need to get to a nunnery posthaste.
Today, I think I have a lunch meeting, but other than that and some organizational work, I have a pretty light day. That’s good, because starting tomorrow I have three days of casting for the long musical, seeing Grant, and then doing a private reading of the long musical. There won’t be much time for tomfoolery but there may be a little time for frankfoolery.
Of course, we’re all wondering how many of our dedicated Los Angeles actors will actually bother to show up. I’m guessing fifty percent, although that may be a little high. I hope I’m pleasantly surprised, but given our last few casting sessions, I doubt I will be.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, maybe have a lunch meeting, do some organizational work, prepare our new Kritzerland announcement (I’ll announce here tonight), and do some errands and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Doris Day songs and movies? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, and don’t forget to get thee to a nunnery for some funnery.