Well, dear readers, I am too tired to write these here notes and yet I must write these here notes because time waits for no man and, conversely, no man waits for time, which is funny when you think about it. I mean time is very uppity and refuses to wait for no man. And yet no man will wait for time. That no man is a card and a caution, not necessarily in that order. Have you been able to figure out that I’m too tired to write these here notes and yet I’m writing them anyway? I was exhausted and needed a really good night’s sleep, but I didn’t actually fall asleep until three – and then, for whatever reasons, I woke up at six and could not fall back asleep. I wrote down some things, I played solitaire on the laptop in bed, and then I just put my head on the pillow and stayed in bed till eight-thirty, but not sleeping. And then I had to get up, because, as you’ve already heard, time waits for no man or even me. So, up I got, answered e-mails, did some organizing, printed out a couple of orders, had some telephonic conversations, heard from a lot of folks who enjoyed the Gardenia show, and then it was time for my lunch meeting with Doug Haverty and Adryan Russ. We listened to some songs that had been cut from the show we’re issuing on CD and I chose three to include as bonus tracks. Doug had some lunch for us – chicken tenders, fries, and his ever-lovin’ Dorothy had made some incredibly yummilicious mini-brownie things – they were bite-sized and in the middle of each bite-sized morsel was a little bit of Snickers candy bar. I ate three of those, all my chicken tenders, and all my fries. All My Chicken Tenders – wasn’t that a soap opera? After that, I did a few errands and whatnot, and picked up two little packages, neither of them the ones that are overdue. I then did a couple of other errands and whatnot and then came home. I had quite a long telephonic conversation about some potential Kritzerland titles, which, if they were to happen, would make a lot of people VERY VERY happy. I also had a lovelier than lovely telephonic conversation with the lovelier than lovely Mr. Richard Sherman. After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I attempted to watch Fantasia on Blu and Ray. But no matter how many times I watch it, the fact remains I simply do not care for it and never really have. Oh, there are things I like and I certainly admire it for what its attempting to do, but the reality is it’s just not my cup of tea. I finally shut if off after an hour. The transfer is very nice – not up to their best, I don’t think, but very nice nonetheless. Fantasia 2000 is also included – I’ve only seen one of the segments in that one, but I loved it – the Gershwin segment. So, I’m looking forward to that one. I then tried to watch something called The Last Airbender, directed by M. Night Whatever his name is. I’d heard it was terrible, but I always like to see what’s what – I made it about eight minutes into the movie. My hatred for it started with the first bar of music, the minute I heard the pan-pipe – so clichéd and boring. And then, there was a lot of writing on the screen with a voice reading it – that gave me a headache. And then some characters did some kind of martial arts nonsense, and then I guess the “story” began. I at least expected to be blown away by the transfer, but the fact is it was so soft that it bordered on being completely out of focus. I’m sure the usual Internet Wags raved about how film-like it was. Yeah, right. Film-like and you have to shout “FOCUS” only there’s no one to hear you. I then went back to Fritz Lang’s Metropolis and watched the first hour. That film was made in 1927 and was sharper than 2010’s The Last Airbender – go know. I don’t really want to talk about Metropolis until I finish it, but the found footage, which almost restores the film to its premiere length is great to have and really gives the film more texture – there’s nothing superfluous about this footage – it all helps the flow of the film, whether it’s a single missing shot, or a whole scene. Lang has always been one of my favorite directors, but I’ve never really gotten in to his early German stuff, save for M. But I’m really enjoying Metropolis this time around and will have much to say when I finish viewing it, probably this evening.
After that, I got a snack at Gelson’s, and then just sort of zoned out at the computer. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am too tired to write these here notes.
Have I mentioned that I’m too tired to write these here notes. But, time waits for no man, so go, go, go man – ah, a Bells Are Ringing reference. Today is Friday and I do believe I have nothing at all scheduled save for some writing, and beginning to choose material for the Sondheim show. I am hoping to pick up an errant and truant package or two and hopefully an important envelope.
Tomorrow, I start pulling the charts for the Sondheim show. And then I’m having dinner with my ailing friend Debby (she has cancer) – she needs to get away from her house and asked if we could sup and I said of course we could. Sunday I have some writing to do and a little meeting.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog (I really have to jog regularly, having just taken a two week hiatus), I must choose material, I must hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, and then I shall eat something light and amusing, after which I shall sit on my couch like so much fish. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – Blu and Ray, Metropolis, and the bedroom DVD player, Fritz Lang’s While The City Sleeps. It’s very Langian around these here parts. CD, various and sundried soundtracks, including a home-grown complete Lost Horizon, The Musical, with all the Bacharach underscore, which is quite good, actually, unlike the film to which it is married. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hopefully get a really good night’s sleep. I need it, baby, because time waits for no man, and yet, funnily, no man waits for time.