Well, dear readers, I am finally feeling my oats again. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I am finally feeling my oats again after catching up on a lot of lost sleep. My oats are frankly thrilled they are being felt again as they’ve gotten little action in the last week. Oats need love, too, you know. Yes, I am feeling my oats, feeling more with it and happening, occasionally feeling cantankerous, and even occasionally being amused by something or other.
Yesterday, I got up after nine hours of blessed sleep. I did my morning ablutions, answered endless e-mails including one somewhat irritating one, had some telephonic calls and did some work on the computer. I then had some lunch – a Cobb salad with 1000-Island dressing and a bagel. Then I came back home. I had a lot of little things to do, and I did them and even did some larger things as we didn’t want the little things getting uppity. I had several more long telephonic conversations, read some adjusted liner notes, felt some oats, and that was that. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched two things on Netflix. The first thing on Netflix was the American Masters program on Mel Brooks. He was a lot of fun in the interviews, as were his co-workers and actors he worked with. But I found it fussily directed – I’ll just never understand these guys who want to have “style” in these things when it’s not about that. And the “style” is already so clichéd that you just sit there and scratch your head. There were some fun clips, but the director didn’t dig very deep when he should have – Brooks is so open and honest it would have been nice to see more of that side of him. Still, I enjoyed it very much.
I then watched an astonishing motion picture entitled Turbulence – astonishing in its unmitigated awfulness. Well, awful doesn’t even begin to describe this “film.” With a budget of seventy million dollars, someone clearly forgot to actually read the script or they had already lost any vestige of sanity, which is the only explanation for a film like this to have been green-lighted. It’s one of those airplane thrillers where 90% of the film takes place on the airplane. In this film, a convicted serial killer who’d escaped prison has been caught in New York and is being brought back to LA on Christmas Eve on a practically empty airplane, along with another criminal. Each criminal has two policemen (or FBI – it’s really hard to know what the HELL is going on) on either side of them. Still, one of the criminals manages to stab one of the policemen while he’s being watched in the bathroom – he stabs him with the faucet attachment in the sink – I am not making any of this up. Lots of shooting later, all four policemen are dead as is the criminal, leaving only the serial killer (played by Ray Liotta), the flight attendants, pilots and handful of passengers. It goes downhill from there, wallows in every cliché imaginable, has a heroine so supremely stupid that you actually begin to hate her, and Mr. Liotta chews any scenery in view with verve and gusto. The leading lady, Lauren Holly, is not so hot, Catherine Hicks is okay but expires early on, and everyone else is merely serviceable. It goes on for ninety-five minutes, has a lot of dramatic music and moving camera but in the end the preposterous and ridiculous plotting and dialogue are just hopeless. This thing came out and purportedly made 11 million dollars at the box-office, making it a real live disaster movie, only you know it didn’t really make anywhere near that. The shocker is not that the movie is so stinky, it’s that someone said “yes” to making it. I can’t imagine that person has a job anymore, although in this business people do seem to fail upward.
After that, I went to Gelson’s and got a couple of things to nibble on, put some gas in the motor car, came home, nibbled and that was my day and evening.
Today, oh, joy of joys, I have to see Dr. Chew in the morning. One of my crowns has some decay so he must remove it, get rid of the decay, then take a new impression, put a temporary crown on, make a new crown, and then put that on whenever it’s ready. After the trauma of my last visit, I am really not looking forward to it, I must say. After that, I’ll eat when I’m able, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages (I have at least one there already), and then I have a lot of stuff to do – banking, work on the computer, and all manner of other things.
The rest of the week is more of the same. I’ve already made all the text changes to the Inside Out Indiegogo campaign, and on Sunday I’ll work on the video – just to cut out about thirty seconds of it, tighten, do the graphics and make the final music choices. Then hopefully we can go live with the campaign on Monday or Tuesday. We’ll also prep the announcement for the next Kritzerland release.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, visit Dr. Chew, eat, hopefully pick up packages, bank, do work and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite airplane films, those that take place primarily in an airplane? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland happy to be feeling my oats again.