Well, dear readers, we can all get married now. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we can all, no matter what our preferences are, get married. Men can marry men, women can marry women, women can marry men marrying women and men can marry women marrying men, not necessarily in that order. I have always felt that in terms of personal preferences like this people should be allowed to do what they damn well please, especially in matters of the heart. Since same sex marriage is now legal everywhere, I’m announcing that I’m marrying myself. Facebook, of course, is filled with rainbow pictures, a veritable Rainbow Connection, to quote a Paul Williams lyric. I haven’t gotten word about all the pastors who were going to kill themselves or light themselves on fire if this passed. Perhaps they changed their collective minds? One can only hope so. As some of you dear readers know, I, BK, was married once. It was a same sex marriage even though my wife was female – we had the same sex every night. Well, for the first few days anyway. I have not been married since the summer of 1982. I might consider marriage again if I actually met someone I wanted to spend more than ten minutes with. In any case, there was dancing and singing in many streets yesterday. I’m sure there were a few intolerant folks who were upset but, you know, they will just have to get over it.
Yesterday was a day in which I got only about two hours of sleep, woke up, could not fall back asleep, got some nice morning news, finally fell back asleep at eight-thirty, woke up at ten, and was really tired throughout the day and evening. I spent a long while on the telephonic device, and I think that conversation will result in as many as ten projects for Kritzerland, all thanks to the Kritzerland a GoGo Indiegogo campaign. Only three days left, and I’m happy to report we took a nice leap forward late yesterday and are now at 48% funded. I’m still praying for miracles, for some wealthy benefactors with money to spare to come in and help us reach our goal. Anything is possible, so do send your most excellent vibes and xylophones.
Then I had a VERY long work session – I really don’t like when it’s that long, but there are a lot of put-togethers in this show and I’m now actively sorry I did so many – but we figured them all out and that was that. Then I had to go directly to a meeting, which I can’t talk about yet, but has to do with the Sami show. That went very well, too. Then I picked up a couple of packages, the finally ate – I went to Hugo’s and had a small Caesar salad and my beloved pasta papa. Then I came home, finessed the commentary some more, and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Time Lapse, a low-budget sci-fi-ish kind of film that uses as its main plot device a Twilight Zone story – the episode about the camera that takes photos a few hours into the future. Here we have a Rube Goldberg-like device that photographs the same window every night at eight. The three young people who live behind that window discover the huge device and realize they can use it to their advantage. It doesn’t turn out so well for anyone in the film. It features a no-name cast, every one of whom gets their own single billing card at the front of the film. I just don’t get it, frankly. They’re all adequate, but I kept thinking that everything might work a bit better with a stronger cast. The director does a good job of keeping it all moving, and it really held my attention for about the first forty minutes. Then the plotting began to get clichéd and things began to get obtuse to the point I began to be bugged, and then we find out a piece of information that further confuses everything and I kind of just gave up trying to figure it all out. I do like the premise of the film (I liked the Twilight Zone episode, too), and the writer/director obviously thinks he’s quite with it – one of the characters is named Mr. Bezzerides – you don’t just come up with a name like that and he didn’t – A.I. Bezzerides was a noir novelist who wrote The Long Haul, which became the film They Drive By Night. He was a well respected screenwriter – such films as Thieves’ Highway, Beneath the 12-Mile Reef and his most famous screenplay, Kiss Me Deadly. While it could have been better, I did enjoy the viewing.
Then I did some work on the computer, then relaxed.
Today, I have a ten o’clock breakfast meeting, after which I’ll hopefully pick up packages and then come home and try to relax and doze off. I’m not going anywhere to do anything.
Tomorrow, I’m seeing the closing matinee of Doug Haverty and Adryan Russ’s musical, Love Again, because a friend of mine wants to see it. Then we begin the crazy Kritzerland week – we have rehearsals on Tuesday and Wednesday and then our stumble-through is on Friday due to Saturday being the fourth of July.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a breakfast meeting, hopefully pick up packages, do a jog, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite movies, books, and TV shows that have to do with time and time travel? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that anyone can marry anyone they so choose thanks to the Rainbow Connection.