Well, dear readers, the evening hours are waning and it is time for me to be waxing because I wax best when there’s wane. So, now that the evening hours are waning I shall be waxing, although, if I was feeling contrary, I could wane and let the evening hours wax, but I shan’t and won’t, not necessarily in that order.
I had a perfectly okay day yesterday. I did a bit of waxing when the day was waning and vice versa and also versa vice. For the third day in a row I got nine hours of sleep, so that has been a very good thing. Once up, I answered many e-mails, wrote a bit, worked at the piano a bit, and then had a patty melt with no fries or onion rings and some tap tap tapioca pudding. Then I came right home. The e-mails kept coming and I kept answering, I did some more writing and some more work at the piano, had a few telephonic conversations and that was pretty much it. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched two motion pictures on Netflix, the first of which was another ubiquitous Elijah Wood wacky terrible movie, much like Grand Piano – this one entitled Open Windows. The conceit of this film is that we’re watching the entire action unfold on someone’s laptop screen via a bunch of – wait for it – open windows. It’s fun for about two minutes, but not for over 100 minutes. The plot is just about impossible to either keep up with or follow, and the last fifteen minutes everyone just gives up and limps to the finish line. Mr. Wood, who is also a producer on this film, should really rethink his career at this point. A few more of these barely released films and he will be done. The female lead is named Sasha Grey. She has one scene where she bares her upper torso for quite some time. I wondered why a young actress would do such a thing for such a film until I searched her and found out that she was a porn actress when she was eighteen. She’s not terrible in the film. Everyone else, however, is.
Then I decided that one terrible movie wasn’t enough and I watched another – this one entitled The Heart Machine, which is basically about a long-distance Internet Skype romance, the guy living in New York and the gal studying in Berlin. They’re slated to finally meet in a few weeks. One night while on Skype he hears some sirens and she says a nearby building is on fire. It doesn’t take a huge brain to know that they’re not European sirens, and he figures that out and realizes she has been lying to him and is, in fact, living in Greenwich Village. The rest of the film sort of meanders to him finally meeting up with her. This, like Whiplash, began as a short film of seventeen minutes duration. Expanding it to eighty-five minutes without really adding any story doesn’t really help things. It also doesn’t help that the director is one of these hipster film school boys and there’s enough “art” in this film to choke a polo pony. His favorite “directorial” device is to start on some pointless object and then slowwwwwwwwwwwly pan over to the point of interest in the scene, i.e. whoever is talking or doing something. He uses this device over and over again. It doesn’t work the first time and it becomes successively more irritating each subsequent time. There are scenes that just go on and on, the dialogue surely improvised since no one could write such horrible dialogue. The two lead actors are fine. The gal is apparently in the new season of House of Cards, which I’m about to begin watching. Both films were a complete waste of time and I recommend them highly.
After that, I had a couple of onion rolls to appease my hunger, and I answered yet more e-mails.
Today, it will be more writing, casting, choosing songs, gathering music, eating, hopefully picking up packages, banking, and then at seven I have a long telephonic conference call for the ALS benefit.
Tomorrow has turned into a hugely crazy day. In the morning I’ll be with Grant Geissman working on the book design. I’ll leave him at one-thirty, and at two I have a two-hour rehearsal with Sandy and Lanny for her new act. At four-thirty, Sami and mom come over and we’ll work for about ninety minutes and then go eat. Directly after that, I’ll head over to the theater for our Friday evening show. Saturday at three we have a put-in rehearsal for our understudies, and then our Saturday night show. Sunday we have two performances – one at two and the other at seven. Since our understudies will be on, I’ll probably see both.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, cast, choose, gather, eat, hopefully pick up packages, bank and have a conference call. Today’s topic of discussion: What are the best hamburgers you’ve ever eaten? What are your favorite fast-food burgers, and your favorite high-end burgers? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland where I shall be waxing and waning all through the night until I awaken in the morning.