Well, dear readers, here is the question of the day: Why are all my neighbors and the neighbors of my neighbors having fourth of July parties on the third of July. That was the question I asked myself whilst jogging. Parties could be heard everywhere – squealing children, laughing adults, splashing in pools. What will these people be doing tomorrow? I, on the other hand, did not have a third of July partay and I certainly won’t be having a fourth of July partay and most likely I won’t even be attending a fourth of July partay other than sitting here like so much fish.
I had a nice part of a day yesterday. I say part of a day because I didn’t get to sleep until three and therefore I didn’t wake up until one in the afternoon. But I did get ten hours of wonderful sleep, which I apparently needed. Once up, it was the usual things of a Sunday afternoon, basically nothing. Ooh, I just got an e-mail from Myra Mclaughlin – it’s a very exciting e-mail. It reads, “Hi, buy some wine and come for deep f@cking. Then there’s a link to follow. I have been waiting for an e-mail like this for many months. First of all, who isn’t interested in deep f@cking? Deep f@cking is all the rage these days, along with shallow qu@cking. Myra Mclaughlin sounds like a treasure even though she doesn’t really have a good command of the English language and she forgot to capitalize the L in her last name. She closes the e-mail with, “Sitting there is wasting of time.” She also says she wants me to be delicate with her body while we have hotter sxx. So, after the f@cking and the qu@cking I suppose it’s okay to have the hotter sxx. It’s better than having hotter bxx or fxx. But I do love any word with two ‘X’s in it, don’t you?
At around three I went over to Gelson’s and bought some food to get me through yesterday and today. It was quite crowded there. When I got home I made some chicken sautéed with mushrooms and onions (basically two chicken breasts) and then made my Wacky Noodles sauce for it. I put that all over some white rice and ate half of it, as it was very filling. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Yesterday, I watched a French motion picture from France on a new Blu and Ray entitled Fantomas. I’d seen the film several times back when it came out, although as I watched it I’m not sure this is the one I saw – I may have seen the sequel (there were three in this series) – this one just didn’t seem familiar to me other than what Fantomas looked like. Back then I was very enamored of campy films like Modesty Blaise and this was one of those, but watching it now was not a whole lot of fun (nor is watching Modesty Blaise a whole lot of fun, and I LOVED that one back then) – it’s actually mostly a comedy and not so funny. The comedic star, Louis de Funes, was apparently a huge star back then, but I’d never seen him in anything and watching him now, I just didn’t find him very amusing – maybe he’s in other better films. The scope and color transfer looks mostly good, but the color timing is erratic, almost as if they’d time each scene but never look at the whole thing to make sure it’s all meshing, timing-wise. I enjoyed the score by Michel Magne. And as a young teen I always thought Mylene Demongeot was gorgeous and in this film she’s super gorgeous. The male star is Jean Marais, who once upon a time starred in Jean Cocteau’s film of Beauty and the Beast.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I saw a DVD of a motion picture entitled Rainbow on the River, starring Bobby Breen, Louise Beavers, May Robson, and Alan Mowbry. This was a very bad DVD, but the only way you can see the film. Since it’s only on a PD DVD, one wonders if RKO, who made the film, simply didn’t want to bother copyrighting it. The film is based on a book called Toinette’s Philip. It’s a movie of some charm, I must say, and young Bobby Breen, who was incredibly popular back then (I mean hugely popular) is really good as is the rest of the company. It’s about a young boy who, after the Civil War, is taken in and raised by a woman of color because the boy’s parents are gone. Much drama ensues when the boy is taken to New York to live with his relatives, once they are found. Eventually he is reunited with the lady who raised him. There are several really fun songs, including the catchy title song. When I told Richard Sherman that I’d watched the film and asked if he knew it, he amazingly began singing the title song. The reason this was of interest to me is interesting: I recently go a little concept painting done by the first female artist to receive screen credit on a Walt Disney movie, Retta Scott. The painting is incredible – a group of black musicians in New Orleans. It seems Mr. Disney was going to make an animated film of Toinette’s Philip but it never did get made. Many years later he did go down that road with Song of the South, a film that most people would love to see again, but which the politically correct and silly people who can’t seem to understand context, don’t want shown. It’s ridiculous. But if Song of the South is problematic, one can only imagine what people would be saying about Toinette’s Philip. Even Rainbow on the River could not be shown today because people would be so up in arms, which, to me, is ridiculous. I have, for example, no problem watching portrayals of Jews that are now considered offensive. Why? Because they were – wait for it – of their time and I understand context. Anyway, if you can endure the quality (taken from a battered 16mm print) I’d recommend this. Be sure not to get the one that has another film paired with it – you want the DVD that’s JUST Rainbow on the River.
After that, I did a jog, then ate the rest of the chicken thing. I listened to music, answered some e-mails, and played on the Internet, and that was about it. Oh, and I got that wonderful e-mail from my new very close personal friend Myra Mclaughlin all about f@cking, qu@cking, and sxx, which sounds like a firm of CPAs.
Today, I shall just sit here and do stuff, relax, send out music, watch motion pictures, have a few telephonic conversations, and then I have my low-cal wieners with low-cal buns for food. And at some point I’ll mosey on outside and look at whatever fireworks I can see.
Tomorrow and the rest of the week is all meetings and meals and work sessions and writing and going and doing, not necessarily in that order.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, relax, eat, send out music, watch motion pictures, maybe go outside and look at some fireworks, and relax again. Today’s topic of discussion: What was your most memorable fourth of July? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, so happy that I’ll soon meet Maya Mclaughlin and we can talk about f@acking and qu@cking and sxx. Have a VERY safe holiday.