Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because I am very overtired on account of getting only four hours of sleep. I fell asleep at two in the morning or thereabouts and for some reason unknown to me I woke up at six or thereabouts and could not fall back asleep. I got out of bed around seven, and went out and did a two-mile jog at eight. That’s the first jog I’ve done since the end of January and I must start doing at least four days a week. I got home, then she of the Evil Eye arrived and I went and had some bacon and eggs and toast, oh my. The last few times I’ve attempted to eat at Jerry’s on a Saturday morning have been very irritating – most of the time, Sundays are impossible, but since everyone in the City of Studio must read this here site, they realized I was going on Saturday so they all switched. Isn’t that irritating? So, I switched and I’ve been avoiding Saturdays and going on Sundays. And guess what – they’ve switched back. In fact, yesterday morning I was the ONLY person there at nine-thirty. Go know.
After that, I did some banking, and then I came home. A few minutes later, Grant Geissman arrived and signed the limitation thing – now all we need are the books. When they arrive, he’ll come back and actually put them into the book, something he’s really good at. In the meantime, for those who’ve purchased the extremely limited fifty signed by three people edition, here is what the limitation thing looks like all nice and signed.
Isn’t that fun? Grant looked at Red Gold on my Kindle for iPad and thinks his solution will work perfectly, so he’ll send that to me today and the publisher will have it waiting for them tomorrow morning when they arrive. I then switched the book signing to the day before Easter – April 19. I’ll do an event page on Facebook in a couple of weeks. After Grant left, I picked up a couple of packages, then came back home and settled in for a relaxing rest of the day and evening. First I wrote a little more of the Kritzerland commentary. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched the third Johan Falk Swedish crime melodrama. It was a bit better than the first two, but still awfully silly at times. This one had a lot of English speaking in it and some of the worst supporting performances I’ve ever seen. For fun, I then switched over to Netflix to see if there was anything there that piqued my interest. I must say, I was surprised at the dearth of new releases for film – maybe I just need to search in a different way, but everything that’s being “recommended” to me is not of interest. So, I decided to watch the first episode from season one of Breaking Bad, because I’d been told it was the greatest TV show ever done. Well, no. Not for me. Not by a long shot. I cannot imagine what this show did for five seasons because I didn’t even feel compelled to watch episode two. I don’t like the “style” (the opening reminded me of Repo Man in style), the actors are fine, but nothing about it really made me want to continue with it. It’s been compared to The Sopranos, but not for me, as the Gershwins said. The Sopranos was always compelling and I always couldn’t wait for a new episode. I understand that this kind of thing is hip these days and I’m glad some people thought it was the greatest thing in the history of television. I then watched the first episode of the first season of Sherlock, another show for which I’ve read raves. This one, for me, deserved the raves – I thought it was great. I gather that season one is just three ninety-minute films. These are stylish and for once the style is in service of the story. The updating to now works surprisingly well and it could not be better cast. It’s droll, fun, and beautifully done. I started and got halfway through the second film of the first series and I’m sure I’ll watch all of them.
After that, I finished writing the Kritzerland commentary, leaving only the last paragraph to finish. It’s shorter than most of them, but I think it does what it needs to do and I’m sure I’ll be finessing it during the week.
Today, I shall hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep, then I’ll try to do a two or three-mile jog. At around 3:45 I’ll mosey on over to the Dena of Pasa to attend the opening performance of a Noel Coward play at the Pasadena Playhouse. Not sure at which point I’ll actually eat something, and so far I have no one to go with. It’s always more than a little amazing to me how every single person I know happens to be busy on a Sunday afternoon at five. Go know.
Tomorrow, we announce an Encore Edition, then I have a work session with Lloyd Cooper for the Kritzerland show. That shouldn’t take more than ninety minutes. Right after that, I have to go to LACC to see some set sketches. I’m not sure we’ll be mixing in the evening – if not, I’ll be dining with friends. Tuesday I think we have a Sandy and Lanny work session and we’ll probably be mixing that evening. Wednesday is more of the same and probably more mixing, and then the rest of the week is very busy and I have to see several shows this week.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, attend an opening night and eat. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I shall greet the day a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass and I’ll trip the light fandango. Have you ever tripped a light fandango? Did the fandango fall on its ASS when you tripped it? Was it really light? Discuss amongst yourselves.