Well, dear readers, it is late and I must write these here notes in a hurry because I have an early morning meeting here in the home environment. There’s not much to talk about anyway. Oh, I could talk about that time I sold Bibles door-to-door when I was in college. I believe I lasted about twenty minutes on that job. Oh, I could talk about the time I first had a Japanese jellied rice candy with amusing toy (1965). Oh, I could talk about that time I was hitchhiking and got picked up by Rip Torn, who I would later work with. Or the time I was hitchhiking and got picked up by some whack job pervert who had a hole cut in the crotch of his pants so one could see his privates – got out of THAT car quickly, let me tell you. Oh, I could talk about the time I was walking up Beverly Drive and somebody hit me in the face for no reason. Storeowners saw it and tried to go after the ASS who did it, but he, like all cowards, ran away. Oh, I could talk about that time I went to the low-rent Olympic Theater downtown and saw a triple bill, including an IB Tech print of Auntie Mame where the projectionist showed the last four reels in the wrong order, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, someone in the theater actually died during it, probably trying to figure out the plot of Auntie Mame. Oh, I could talk about the time I attended the opening night of Cyrano, the Dutch musical on Broadway and guffawed loudly when the nuns began doing their song and dance. I didn’t mean to, but it was REALLY loud. Once I did it, others joined in instantly, however. Or, I could just write some damn notes.
Yesterday was a damn day. Nothing really happened, it just went along and was uneventful and sometimes that’s a nice way for a day to be. I got nine hours of sleep, went and had a turkey sandwich and a few onion rings, then came home, did some work at the piano, did some work on the computer, had some telephonic conversations and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled The Glass Shield about corrupt cops. It got middling reviews and did little business, but I must tell you it has held up well and seems more relevant now in light of what’s been happening in this country of ours. I liked the actors and it’s always good to see such TV stalwarts as Richard Anderson and Linden Chiles have good roles to sink their teeth into. Not a great film and a rather silly end credits crawl saying what happened to the characters (I gather it was loosely based on something real), but I kind of enjoyed it. Then I did a jog.
Then I went to Gelson’s and got a couple of drumettes and about three ounces of mac-and-cheese, and some melon balls, came home, and ate it all up whilst watching a motion picture entitled Another 48 Hrs, the follow-up to 48 Hrs. I really enjoyed the first film, and I thought I’d seen this sequel but obviously I was confusing it with the sequel to Beverly Hills Cop – so this was new to me. It was okay at best – a few fun moments with Mr. Nolte and Mr. Murray, but a perfunctory plot is not enough to hang a sequel on no matter how much the two stars have chemistry – you need a good yarn – the first film had one and this doesn’t. It was a time passer only. It’s odd that it took eight years to make the sequel and perhaps they should have just left well enough alone. The film really makes no sense and perhaps that’s because the original cut ran 145 minutes and that was cut down to 120 minutes and then a week before it opened it was cut down to 93 minutes (of which four are end credits).
After that, I just relaxed and took a shower.
Today, I have some writing to do, I’ll eat, we have some stuff to ship, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and then I’m seeing opening night of Damn Yankees at Cabrillo, attending with Barry Pearl. I have several friends in the cast. Then we’ll go to the opening night partay.
Tomorrow, I’ll relax until it’s time to go to the wedding of Doug Haverty’s daughter Hartley’s wedding in the Bank of Bur at the Castaway. Then on Sunday we’re having our Welcome to My World postmortem dinner.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and attend an opening night. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – who knows? Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, having run out of “that time I” things to talk about.