Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle eating an egg on top of an eggplant, just because the gazelle likes the aesthetics of that. I feel we should all follow the gazelle’s suit and have an egg on an eggplant. If we all did that, it would become the rage and ever so popular with the populace. We’d create an egg on an eggplant trend, I tell you. And if we did that I feel certain that soon we will be the most popular site on all the Internet. Then again, just the word eggplant makes me want to vomit on the ground. Why would I want to eat an egg that’s a plant? I think eggplant is a misnomer, if you must know. Who put the damn egg in eggplant, seriously? When you eat an eggplant do you see an egg somewhere (unless we’re making our new trendy dish)? No. So who decided to call that ugly slimy thing an EGGplant? Ah, here I come to the rescue with the story. Centuries ago, a man named Hieronymous Egg discovered a purple plant growing in his garden, a plant that had just sprouted up like so much fish. He looked at the curious purple plant, tasted it, liked it, and then cooked it for supper – his wife, Rosalinda Eucalyptus Egg loved it. She said, “Hieronymous, dear, what is this delicious but slimy thing I’m eating?” “Just a plant I found growing in our garden – have no idea where it came from.” She said, “Well, let’s make it our very own Egg plant,” and the rest is eggplant history. What the HELL am I talking about?
Yesterday was a day I can’t say much about. I did get eight hours of sleep, which wasn’t quite enough, but I stayed in bed for an hour after I awoke. Once up, it was the usual things until I went for a roast beef sandwich and no fries or onion rings. I thought it would be fun to have said sandwich on some kind of roll, say a Kaiser roll or an onion roll. But nooooo that was not possible because heaven forbid a place that calls itself a deli should have an actual roll. They did away with them a few years ago, I was told. So, the only roll they have is some kind of french roll or a bagel. So, I had my sandwich on the rye bread. It was good, but I don’t need to eat another roast beef sandwich for a very long time. Then I came right back home, did some work on the computer, had some telephonic calls, the helper came by to do some inventory check up and that was that. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture entitled Kidnapping Mr. Heineken, the story of the kidnapping of Alfred Heineken, he of Heineken’s beer. At the time, the ransom was the highest ever paid. The director is the guy who did the two Girl With the Dragon Tattoo sequels in Sweden. Here he’s in hyperactive mode, which I don’t care for. The whole film is shown only from the perspective of the kidnappers, a motley crew of young people who can’t get a bank loan for their business and so concoct this scheme. It’s not a great movie, by any means, but since Anthony Hopkins is Heineken, it’s definitely worth watching. The movie got terrible reviews – not sure why they were so vitriolic – there have been far worse films that these same critics give a pass to.
As soon as that one was done, another movie automatically started playing so I just watched it – it was called The Prince, and starred Jason Patric, Bruce Willis and John Cusack. There is not one original frame in the entirety of the film – it’s all lifted from other movies – the plot is basically Taken, wherein a dad with a past has to go back to those skill sets to rescue his daughter. Preposterous car chases, shootouts – and funnily, not once during any car chase or the endless shootouts in very public places in which thirty or forty people are being offed by very loud weaponry, does a cop show up. In fact, there is not one cop in the entire picture. If that doesn’t tell you all you need to know about this piece of tripe, then by all means give it a look. Why Bruce Willis and John Cusack would ever do a movie like this is anyone’s guess – well, the guess would be that they probably shot their scenes in two days and got an obscene pay check. Or perhaps they were friends with one of the nineteen credited executive producers.
After that, I noticed that the Flix of Net is streaming The X-Files season one in high definitions, so I watched the pilot and the second episode. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual episode of the TV show – I did see the first movie and maybe even the second. I found the first two episodes highly enjoyable and they look really good. I’ve heard that there will be a six-episode mini-series reuniting the cast and creative team in January of next year.
Then I made about four ounces of Wacky Noodles, just enough for one serving, for my evening snack. I did some work on the computer, took a little drive, then relaxed.
Today, I have an eleven o’clock breakfast with some folks from the Li’l Abner cast and the Inside Out cast – should be fun. Then I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then the rest of the day will be finalizing the song choices for the July Kritzerland and finalizing the cast and then getting everyone their music.
Tomorrow and the weekend are meetings and meals, on Sunday Sami and Alby Potts will come over and we’ll read through the script with the little changes I’ve made, just to make sure we’re all happy with them.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a breakfast, hopefully pick up packages, perhaps do a jog, finalize song choices, finalize cast, gather music, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite vegetables and how do you like them prepared, and what vegetables make you want to vomit on the ground? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I ponder the millions we’re all going to make with our new trendy food sensation, egg on an eggplant.