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June 15, 2015:

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Well, dear readers, once again it is late and therefore I must write these here notes in a hurry because I have once again dilly-dallied and shilly-shallied, not necessarily in that order.  I’ve been wasting time on You Tube again – it is amazing what you can find there.  I do enjoy the occasional What’s My Line episodes, especially when I like the commercials.  I mean, who doesn’t like to see a good Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia commercial?  It’s a whole lot better than sitting through the six commercial for Cialas on the Tony Awards.  Somehow I’ll take cures for indigestion over cures for erectile dysfunction any day of the week, especially Tuesday.  Tuesday is the perfect day for Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia’s cure for indigestion – the tin of little tablets, which I assume was the precursor to Tums (smut, spelled backwards).  While I was intrigued by an tin with little tablets in it, the word “milk” would have precluded me from ever trying them.  In any case, today’s note are brought to you by Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia tablets, along with the Remington Rollectric, the only electric shaver that shaves the heavy beard along with the hidden beard.  My father had one.

Yesterday, I got a great night’s beauty sleep – fell asleep around two and woke up at noon, then, instead of getting up I put my head back down on the pillow and fell right back asleep and awoke at one-thirty.  But I really needed that kind of sleep.  I narrowed our song list down a bit further, assigned a few things, and sent word out that we had to finish casting today.  Then I did some other work on the computer, then we had our little read-through.  All the changes seemed to work very well and Sami seemed to like them.  I made a few other tweaks on the fly as we went.  We talked about everything as we’d finish anything that had a change – I just wanted to be sure everyone was happy with everything and that we weren’t hurting anything or that we weren’t missing anything important that I’d cut.  There was one thing I had brackets around, a suggested cut – at first Sami said she liked that part, but when she read it without she knew, as we all did, that the flow was better, so out it went.  We tried one song in a lower key, didn’t like it, and threw out that idea.  So, this is the script we go into rehearsal with.  The theater is available so we’ll lock that up this week.  We’ll have a three-week run of about nine to twelve performances and then if all goes according to Hoyle, I’m hoping we can take it to New York for a couple of weeks or maybe even one four-performance weekend.  I just want folks to see Sami on the east coast.

After everyone went on their merry way, I went and had some chicken tenders and french fries.  Then I came home and sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I finished watching a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Electrick Children.  I have no idea why it’s titled that and the film gave no clew.  It’s a nice little movie about a fifteen-year-old girl living in a fundamentalist Mormon community, who listens to a cassette recorder for the first time, hears a rock-and-roll song and becomes pregnant, she feels immaculately by listening to the song.  Her father tells her she has to marry a local boy and she runs away to Las Vegas to find the father of her baby, the singer of the song.  It sounds off-the-wall and it is.  The father turns out to be a step-father and she finds her real father, who is the singer of the song on the cassette her mom has kept all these years – she had a fling with the guy.  Her brother is along for the ride, they meet some young people in Vegas and it’s all funky, sometimes funny, and ultimately even a little touching at the end.  One can draw one’s own conclusions whether the pregnancy is a “miracle” or not, but that’s not really the point.  What saves the film at every turn are the performances, especially the young girl, Julia Garner, who is wonderful (she was nineteen when the film was made, but really looks fifteen or younger), Rory Culkin as someone she meets in Vegas, Liam Aiken as her brother, Billy Zane as her step-father – all are really good.  I enjoyed it and if you’re looking for a little something offbeat, this might do the trick.

After that, I just did more work on the computer, did the final version of the Sami script incorporating stuff I did on the fly, and then played around on You Tube.

Today, I have a bunch of things to do, but mostly we must finish casting, I must assign the songs, and I must get the music to the singers.  Everything else takes a back seat to that.  At seven, I’m attending a meeting at a theater in Atwater Village – hopefully I’ll be able to find it.

The rest of the week is meetings and meals, seeing a couple of things, doing a show order, writing the commentary, and doing errands and whatnot.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do everything that needs to be done to get this Kritzerland show on the road, hopefully pick up packages, eat, and then attend a meeting.  Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite religious-themed motion pictures?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where my dreams will be brought to you by Phillips’ Milk of Magnesia tablets.

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