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October 24, 2016:

THREE LITTLE WORDS

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Well, dear readers, I’ve now heard it all. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, have now heard it all. If any of our younger dear readers are perusing these here notes, you may want to skip ahead, or you may want to just keep reading so you truly understand how moronic the world in which you live has become. So, here it is in three easy to understand words: Botox for testicles. That’s right, let me say that one more time: Botox for testicles, or as it’s been nicknamed, Scrotox. I’m not making this up, dear readers, it is the hottest trend in Hollywood right now, being done by some of the biggest nincompoops in Hollywood, who are the most ego-ridden bunch of poseurs in entertainment history, these overtly vain strutting peacocks of little talent and large chutzpah – really, there is no other word for people who would inject anything in their testicles other than moron. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, people who’ve done this. You are morons. But that’s not the end of it, oh, no, this stupidity is not limited to men and their scrotums. No, women of a certain age are doing something equally idiotic and I give it to you in two words: Vagina rejuvenation. I think what these men and women need is a little brain rejuvenation. I mean, does this not make you want to vomit on the ground. It’s bad enough that these people shave ever last hair off their bodies (but not their eyebrows or the hair on their head – no, can’t do THAT – and for what? To look like a prepubescent child? Like that’s exciting somehow? What IS this world? I don’t know and I don’t want to know. All I can tell you is if I am even considering having any kind of relationship and the person in question informs me that they groom themselves to look like a prepubescent child, I make them leave or I run for the hills. I gotta tell you. Pardon my first paragraph rant, but let me just say it again: BOTOX FOR TESTICLES? VAGINA REJUVENATION? People, I’m afraid to say, are nuts.

Well, that was a lovely way to start some notes, wasn’t it? A little chat about botox for testicles, vagina rejuvenation, and grooming to look like a prepubescent child. What’s next? The eating habits of the yak? In any case, I got another glorious ten hours of glorious sleep and that was a very good thing. Once again, I woke up at noon-fifteen and greeted the day with a laugh and a smile and a song. I printed out some orders, answered some e-mails, did a bit of work on the computer, and, most of all, listened to a lot of music, specifically the symphonies of Edward Rubbra, and English composer. I remember being quite taken with his music back when I first heard it, but I didn’t really love any of it on this go-round. I’ll keep it in iTunes to see if it grows on me like a fungus. But then I heard two perfectly marvelous pieces by two other Brits – Philip Sainton (who wrote the score for the movie Moby Dick) – his piece was called The Island and it’s just wonderful. And the companion piece was by Patrick Hadley, called The Trees So High. Then I sautéed some chicken and made about five ounces of Wacky Noodles for my meal o’ the day. It was really good and I ate it all up whilst sitting on my couch like so much fish.

Yesterday, I finished watching a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Cat’s Eye, an omnibus film from Stephen King and director Lewis Teague. It’s not scary at all – just mostly droll and fun. Certainly it is not a classic and most of the time it’s merely okay, but it moves along quickly and the actors are good as is the cat. I can’t imagine it was a hit back then. The score is loud and by Alan Silvestri and completely a synth score.

After that, I went back to music and finally loaded in the Ikuma Dan symphonies. I remember absolutely loving these when I first heard them, and in this case I’m happy to say that I still do. This guy could write, and it’s got melody and heft, sometimes Mahlerian even, but powerful and commanding. Wonderful listening and highly recommended by me but probably too pricey – the cheapest copy on Amazon is $117. It must be long out of print for that to be the price. I did a two-and-a-half mile jog, then watched a Brit hour-long documentary about three women who were victims of domestic violence. It was compelling, of course, but I wanted to throw my shoe at the TV when the one who’d been beaten up the most, for six solid hours, whose boyfriend lied about it, and still got off with only a short jail term, sees him in court and starts weeping and saying how she wants to go back to him. If you could have seen what he did to her, well, it’s just shocking, but that’s the syndrome. Thankfully, as of this documentary, she didn’t go back to him, nor did the others. The real damning point of this documentary is the judicial system that repeatedly is so lenient these idiots think they can just do this over and over again. It’s laughable and horrifying.

Then I had a crazy idea that I should do another jog, which I did. I’d intended to do a mile-and-a-half for a total of four, but I ended up doing another two-and-a-half miles for a total of five. I actually enjoyed the second jog – it had drizzled at some point and the streets were a little wet and the air had that nice rain smell that I really like. Then it was more Ikuma Dan – my favorites so far are his first, third and fifth, but the second is also good. I’m looking forward to his sixth, which is entitled Hiroshima.

Today, I’ll be up by ten at the latest. I really need your strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones for a stress free irritant free day and week – send ‘em along, please. I have a work session for the Kritzerland show, but that should go very quickly, and then I’ll eat, hopefully pick up packages, jog, and do Brain work.

Tomorrow I have a production meeting at one-thirty at LACC, and then meet the sound person there to scope out how we’re going to do everything. The rest of the week is meetings and meals and work sessions, perhaps seeing a show, and more Brain work – so much to do and the time, as they say, is nigh.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a work session, eat, hopefully pick up packages, jog, and do Brain work. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite omnibus films – you know, multiple story films – and what do you think of botox for testicles, vagina rejuvenation, crazy grooming, and any other disgusting trend of today? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hopefully not dream about those three easy to understand words – botox for testicles. And do send those most excellent vibes and xylophones – we need ‘em, truly.

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