Well, dear readers, I proofed over 150 pages yesterday and therefore I am quite exhausted and my eyes are bleary and weary, which I know is dreary but still I’m cheery. Other than that I had a perfectly okay day. But before I tell you about it, might I just point out that it’s already February? Can you believe it? January just flew by, like a gazelle with a tummy-tuck. Yes, it’s February, and it is my fervent hope and prayer that February will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.
Yesterday, I did manage a two-mile jog after having a telephonic conversation with the East Coast singer. After the jog, I proofed a bit, then went and had a taco salad, after which I picked up no packages.
Then I came home and proofed some more and then we had our second Kritzerland rehearsal, which was much smoother than the first Kritzerland rehearsal. Everything is sounding great and I think it should be a very good show. After that, I went back to the mail place and picked up a package that had arrived after I’d been there the first time. Then I came home, had some low-fat ice cream and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Drive. I’d heard both yay and nay on this film and I’m afraid I’m firmly in the nay camp. It wants so hard to be like a neo-nihilistic film of the 1970s but it fails for several reasons. First of all, it’s not the 1970s anymore. Second of all, it wants to be a 1970s film but with all the awful trappings of modern cinema. It’s not the fault of the cast, although I’ve yet to see anything in which I’ve liked Ryan Gosling. Third of all, the violence is so over-the-top and disgusting that it’s like a parody. I’d heard that Albert Brooks gives the performance of a lifetime in the role of a lifetime (I read that exact sentence on a chat board) and that he should have been nominated for an Oscar. They must have seen some other Albert Brooks movie because while he’s perfectly fine in Drive it is most certainly not an Oscar performance. Carey Mulligan is appealing, but the whole thing is just an exercise in a certain style and because there are no real characters you either go for the Drive or you don’t and I didn’t. The other thing that makes it a big fail for me is the horrid music, with a couple of the stupidest and worst songs I’ve ever heard, playing over key scenes. Prior to the start of the film one had to endure about eight trailers to other films made by this production company – and every one of them looked dreadful. The transfer is excellent.
After that, I proofed some more, and took a hot shower. I was fighting a headache all day and night – it never quite took hold but was hovering and there’s nothing worse than a hovering headache, is there? The Hovering Headache – that’s the title of my next novel.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I need some good beauty sleep.
Today, I shall try to do at least a two-mile jog, but I have an eleven o’clock appointment so we’ll just have to see. After my appointment, I may go to storage to retrieve all the photos I want to use in the new book – I’d pulled quite a few late last year, and will actually just take everything home to look through it all again. Hopefully I’ll pick up some packages and I’ll do an errand and whatnot or three and, of course, I shall proof at least fifty to one hundred more pages. It is my hope to be through with my proofing by tomorrow and then I’ll spend several hours on Friday entering my fixes and corrections and additions, some of which must be run by muse Margaret.
Tomorrow, I shall finish proofing, Friday is fixes, Saturday is our stumble-through and Sunday is sound check and show time.
Why don’t we all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, why don’t we all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, why don’t we all dance the Hora or the polka, for today we have two count them two birthdays to celebrate. The first birthday to celebrate is our very own disc jockey, Donald Feltham. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own disc jockey, Donald Feltham. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN DISC JOCKEY, DONALD FELTHAM!!!
Our second birthday boy is our very own dear reader Kerry. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own dear reader Kerry. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN DEAR READER KERRY!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to do a jog, have a lunch appointment, maybe go to storage, hopefully pick up some packages, proof, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, and hope that everyone’s February is a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.