Well, dear readers, I must write these notes in a hurry because once again time has gotten away from me and, conversely, I have gotten away from time. The first news to share is that there was another earthquake last night at nine – a 5.1, which was preceded an hour before by a 3.something, and followed by several aftershocks. It was centered near Fullerton and I did not feel on iota of it here in the City of Studio. Of course, the newscasters, who know nothing of which they speak, kept trying to instill panic in everyone by giving completely erroneous information, which is, after all, the way they keep people watching, said people not inclusive of me. No, I did not feel it – instead I was involved in watching the first episode of season three’s Sherlock, after having watched the season finale of season two. That finale was really crackerjack, just terrific. And I enjoyed the opener of season three, although from what I understand the fanatical fans were not thrilled with it – fans do tend to turn on shows right about this point, so they’re true to form. I gather that for the last two years they’ve been espousing all kinds of inane theories about how they’d explain what happened at the end of season two. And the producers had some fun with that, as it’s a running gag in the opener of season three. There were a few things that were a bit strange for the show and I hope they curb them – one was a silly motorcycle ride that felt very alien to what the show is, and the second was trying to have an episode be too many things – two-thirds of it being explanation and scenes between Watson and Holmes, with the other third being an actual plot for the episode, but that plot played second fiddle to the other stuff and therefore seemed and was not as important as it should have been. In fact, it was dispensed with in a rather silly fashion. So, hoping the subsequent two episodes are more of a piece with the first two seasons.
Prior to all that, I didn’t get quite enough sleep. Once up, I did some work on the computer and answered e-mails, then went and had a chili, cheese and onion omelet and an English muffin. After that, I went to the mail place to pick up books, but unfortunately only two of the six boxes had arrived, and naturally one of them contained only my free twenty paperbacks, which are useless to me, while the other box contained ten copies of There’s Mel, There’s Woody and There’s You and only five hardbacks of Red Gold. It was completely irritating and I called to find out what the screw up was and was told that the other boxes had actually shipped a day later and would now not arrive until Monday. But that’s not what the shipping e-mail I received on Monday said – it said everything had been shipped that day. Given the amount they charge to ship this stuff, I really let them have it but good. IF the rest gets here on Monday, we should be able to still get it shipped before the helper leaves town. After that, the helper came by so she could get the book invoices and print out the labels and postage in advance so that all we have to do is put the book into a Priority flat-rate envelope and get them on their merry way. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I finished watching the great La Dolce Vita, after which I watched the two episodes of Sherlock. I had some low-cal cheese and low-cal crackers for a snack.
Today, I’ll type up some more lyrics, then I’ll do some errands and whatnot, hopefully pick up some packages, and then relax until it’s time to go to Barry Pearl’s opening night performance in a show called Doctor Anonymous. It’s also Barry’s birthday so I’m sure we’ll go out and have some cake or something fun after.
Tomorrow, I’ll relax as much as possible, and then I’m going to someone’s house to see some presentation of something or other, done by a performer I’ve met a few times. Then begins the very busy week of Kritzerland rehearsals, the meet and greet for Li’l Abner, a production meeting for same, meetings and meals and then our stumble-through, after which I’ll sup with Muse Margaret and her ever-lovin’ Richard, and then our sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, type, hopefully pick up some packages, eat and attend an opening night. Today’s topic of discussion: What TV series have you started out loving and then felt that the creators went down the wrong path and really hurt and/or ruined the show. First one for me is Alias, whose first couple of seasons were really fun, and then which quickly devolved from there, until it was almost unwatchable. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, oblivious of the make believe panic trying to be caused by a bunch of know-nothing newscasters.