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February 2, 2010:

TONGUE

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Well, dear readers, this week is already flying by, like a gazelle eating a tongue sandwich. Does anyone still eat a tongue sandwich? Does anyone still wear a hat? I, for example, still wear a hat, and yet I do not eat a tongue sandwich, nor I have ever eaten a tongue sandwich, nor will I ever eat a tongue sandwich. The thought of eating tongue makes me want to vomit on the ground. But my pal Mr. David Wechter loves tongue sandwiches. I have seen him eat a tongue sandwich. Perhaps if someone just gave me a tongue sandwich but told me it was a beef sandwich of some sort then maybe I’d have an open mind about it, but the thought of eating an animal’s tongue is anathema to me. What the HELL am I talking about tongue for? Don’t I have notes to write? Yesterday was quite a long day of smoothing out and writing and then writing and smoothing out. By the end of the evening I think I’d written twenty pages. I also had a really interesting telephonic call with an ex-girlfriend. I wanted to get a timeline right. She got very weird on the phone and very nervous. She asked me if I was only talking about work stuff, or if I was getting personal. I told her that she was definitely in the book and yes, there was some personal stuff because, you know, I’m writing a book about my life. I told her there was no way for me not to talk about us, but that I was being a gentleman and just giving the basics. The fact is, I could certainly go to places that would make her very uncomfortable but I haven’t done that and won’t. But I also won’t allow her nervousness to stop me from writing this story – it happened, it’s what it is and that’s the way it goes. If I start letting everyone tell me what they feel should be in the book and what they feel shouldn’t, it will simply not be the book I want to write. So, I decided no one else is getting a call because I don’t want to have these kinds of conversations. Certainly I understood her concern, but she should know me better than to think I’d put her in harm’s way, even though if I went into detail she would not come off well at all. But the fact is I blame most of our problems on me, not her. I also told her that there were two people that probably won’t be happy with the stories I tell – but they both deserve it. She got very weird about that, playing “devil’s advocate” and thinking it would make me seem small for naming them, and that the stories would work if I didn’t actually name them. I told her I’d think about it. I did, and certainly the stories would work with the people unnamed, but I talked to muse Margaret about it and she said to leave it as is – it happened, it’s true, I just recount the incidents and don’t do any name calling. Then I went through and read what I’d written about the girl and it was fine – there was one paragraph that I knew would probably bother her for a couple of reasons, and I took it out. But my guess is that muse Margaret would have had me take it out, too. But, I have it and will let muse Margaret read it and if she likes it, back in it goes.

After all the writing (I only left the house once, to do an errand and whatnot) I then took a friend out for a birthday dinner. We went to a nice place near where said friend lives. I had a yummilicious bacon cheeseburger, the first burger I’ve had in about six months. It was way too filling. We split some decent mac and cheese, and I had a iceberg lettuce wedge to start. It was a nice evening.

I was also able to check out the new Blu and Ray of The Music Man, one of my favorite films. It is very sharp and very detailed, but sadly it more resembles the older Warners transfers than the stellar work they’ve been doing more recently. There is a yellow cast to the whole film, and all they had to do was turn a knob and they’d have perfect color. The DVD, which looks really bad, at least didn’t have the yellow cast to it. Still, I think most people will be so thrilled with the sharpness that they won’t mind the color and the weak contrast that causes the film to have no deep blacks at all.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I recount the tale of The Randy Vicar and the Tongue Sandwich.

Today, I shall write all the livelong day, then watch all of The Music Man on Blu and Ray. I am entering what will probably be the final fifty to one-hundred pages of the book, and some of this is very treacherous territory that is probably going to cause me to be in a foul mood whilst I am writing. We shall see.

Tomorrow will be more of the same, and so will the rest of the week. I do have some errands and whatnot to do and I may see Camelot on Thursday evening.

I hope everyone left on their pointy party hats and their colored tights and pantaloons, I hope everyone still has some cheese slices and ham chunks, and I hope everyone still has enough energy to dance the Hora or the Swim, for today we have another two birthdays to celebrate. The first birthday belongs to our very own dear reader Ben. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own dear reader Ben. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN DEAR READER BEN!!! Our second birthday belongs to occasional dear reader and lurker Iris. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to occasional dear reader and lurker Iris. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OCCASIONAL DEAR READER AND LURKER IRIS!!!

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write and then write some more, and then watch The Music Man. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite cover versions of Broadway songs? The good, the bad, and the ugly? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we all have discourse on the subject of tongue.

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