Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. And so, without further ado (oda, spelled backwards), the notes.
Yesterday was a day I like to call Friday. I didn’t fall asleep until two-thirty, but once asleep I slept straight through until I woke up at ten-thirty, so eight hours of uninterrupted sleep with some wacky dreams. Once up, I did a little this’a and a little that’a, with an emphasis on the lattah. I updated our RSVP list for Monday’s launch party, I answered many e-mails, had some telephonic conversations and then went and had some lunch. I had my beloved chili, cheese and onion omelet and tomatoes and an English muffin. I then went and picked up two packages, one of which contained an original French press kit and photographs for the film Les Dimanches de Ville d’Avray, aka The Sundays in the Ville d’Avray aka Sundays and Cybele. It’s kind of a nifty thing to have and have it I do, which is kind of nifty. I then did some work on the computer, had more telephonic calls, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture entitled Hannah and her Sisters (not to be confused with the X-rated movie Hannah Does Her Sisters), a film of Woody Allen and one of his biggest hits. I didn’t really care for it all that much when it came out, but I quite enjoyed seeing it after all these or those years. Woody’s stuff is very amusing at times, Mia Farrow is excellent, Dianne Weist is very funny, Barbara Hershey is wonderful, Michael Caine is great, and Max von Sydow is properly grim. There is a bit of that stilted Woody-speak, but it’s kept at bay. And any movie that has both Maureen Sullivan and Lloyd Nolan is okay by me. I’m sure it’s an older transfer, but it looks pretty good.
I then tried to watch a motion picture on Netflix entitled Hit! Starring Billy Dee Williams and Richard Pryor, one of those revenge pictures from around 1974, this one directed by J. Lee Thompson, who has certainly made some excellent pictures. This, however, is not one of them. This was a film that ran an astonishing two hours and fifteen minutes, kind of a long running time for an exploitation film. The premise is nothing you haven’t seen eight hundred times in other better films, but the playing is so low key, the pace so slow, and even though it was not the style back then, these actors mumble and speak so low (Richard Pryor excepted) that you literally cannot understand a word they’re saying. And speaking of not understanding a word they’re saying, there are extended sequences that take place in France, where everyone is speaking French for minutes at a time – with no subtitles. I don’t know if that’s a mistake here, although you’d have thought they would have been burned in to whatever negative was used for the transfer, or maybe they just thought audiences would enjoy watching scenes where they couldn’t understand what the characters were saying. Truthfully, I shut it off after ninety minutes – I just couldn’t continue to be bored any longer.
I then got a couple of small snacks from Gelson’s, came home, ate them, did some more work on the computer, relaxed, listened to Sandy’s album again, trying to choose the one track I’ll put in the notes, perhaps on Monday – one track that I feel is very representative of what we’ve done. Of course, I could let you dear readers make the choice, not that you’ll know all of the songs or even any of the songs. Here is the song list:
It Might Be Fun
When You’re Waiting for Love
I See Rainbows
Three Acts
Falling Out of Love
Here on Earth
What Do I Do Now?
I’m Here
Who Do I Have to Blank To Get Out of This Show?
It Doesn’t Get Easier
Maybe Something More
No Letting Go
The Lights and the Smiles
Truly Married
Two Roads
Today, I shall be up early, I shall definitely jog, then I’ll go have a light meal to tide me over until dinner – perhaps poached eggs on an English muffin or something small like that, then I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I have some writing to do and I have to organize the two New York shows, and then I’ll mosey on over to the Candlelight Pavilion Dinner Theatre to see something called Spamalot. I will, of course, have a full report.
Tomorrow I will try to do as little as possible. Monday will be spent preparing for our launch party at seven that evening. Many things to do. Then we have our partay – at this point in time we have about seventy people who are coming for sure, but I’m sure that will end up closer to eighty and maybe even above that. The rest of the week is meetings and meals, a work session for the Kritzerland show, and seeing a couple of things and attending one event I’ve been invited to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, eat something light, hopefully pick up packages, write, and then see a production of Spamalot. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite egg dishes, from the easy ones to the exotic? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall dream of a little this’a and a little that’a, with an emphasis on the lattah.