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February 26, 2017:

THE BROTHER

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Well, dear readers, yes, I continue to fight the fight and it’s beginning to really irritate me, but I must win the damn fight and will not give in. It doesn’t help than in my attempt not to do too much Ny-Quil I didn’t take any last night and I also could not fall asleep – for hours, and while I’m sure I slept, I was pretty much up for most of the night, sleeping only sporadically, maybe five hours tops. I need my beauty sleep so I’ve already taken my Ny-Quil just prior to writing these here notes.

Yesterday was an odd duck of a day, but not too bad as odd duck days go. I got up at eleven after my lousy night’s sleep, answered e-mails, tried to get coherent, took my morning preventatives, then it was time to mosey on over to a Japanese jernt in Woodland Hills to meet cousins and brother, a jernt called Katsuya. There was way too much traffic, but I eventually got there, about ten minutes late. It didn’t help that you couldn’t actually turn into the parking lot and I completely missed where it was and ended up at a McDonald’s thinking I could come around that way – unfortunately I was in a drive-through lane and thankfully I was able to back out of it before any cars got behind me. Then I luckily found a parking spot pretty quickly because I was not about to pay the fifteen-dollar valet parking charge. The brother and his friend hadn’t arrived, but I was delighted to see that in addition to the cousins, my other cousin, Mickey Rapkin, author of Pitch Perfect, was there with his partner, so that was fun. The brother arrived about ten minutes later. I don’t think I’d seen him in two years. We had fun chatting, everyone had food but me, and it was fun.

I then said my goodbyes and began the journey home. I wasn’t going anywhere near the freeway, so I took Victory all the way to Whitsett, as I also wasn’t going anywhere near Laurel Canyon – traffic there is unbearable, thanks to the endless fixing of that sinkhole from the rain. I made pretty good time.

Once home, I was just really feeling not that great – not sick – just not great. I made the remaining seven ounces of bow tie pasta I had left, made some red sauce and sautéed some red onion and put that in the sauce, and that was my meal o’ the day and a very tasty meal it was. I did some work on the computer, listened to some music, and then went and got a sweet from Von’s – they have these little chocolate/whipped cream things, not huge, that I like and since all I had was the pasta I figured I could afford it, calorie-wise. I came home and ate that all up and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I finally watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net that I’d been intrigued by back in 2006 when it came out, but somehow never really wanted to see, because some of the reviews said it was very graphic and disturbing. Note to reviewers: While it may indeed be disturbing, graphic it isn’t. The movie was entitled Hard Candy and starred Ellen Page (pre Juno) and Patrick Wilson. I knew what the plot was, a kind of revenge picture wherein Patrick Wilson is flirting with a fourteen-year-old girl online, and they meet, and she comes home with him. Seems he might just be a pedophile and she becomes the predator and drugs him, ties him up, and the rest would require spoilers. The idea is certainly interesting but the script puts such wacko lines in the mouth of this precocious fourteen-year-old that it defies credulity. The writer makes her so over the top in what she does that a weird thing begins to happen – you begin not liking her and perhaps wishing that the bad man, who begins to come off sympathetically, bop her one. That’s the weirdest part of a weird film and the ending is kind of ludicrous. But Ellen Page is quite good in making the best of what she’s given, and Patrick Wilson, not a favorite of mine, is pretty good in this. The direction gets very fussy occasionally. It’s ninety minutes, and one sequence, while not graphic (in that nothing whatsoever is shown) is rather cringe inducing.

After that, I relaxed, listened to music, took a hot shower, and took my Ny-Quil.

Today, I’m not doin’ anything but resting, taking my preventatives, and then, of course, we’re having our Annual Oscar Bash right here at haineshisway.com. You won’t want to be anywhere else, even if you hate the Oscars – because THIS is the most entertaining site on all the Internet in terms of Oscar bashes, so be there or be round and join in the festivities beginning with the red carpet. I do have some food left here, but I’m not sure it’s anything I want to eat – more pasta I don’t need. I may, in fact, mosey on over to Jerry’s Deli and get me some chicken soup, which I’m sure is also a good preventative. I might have that and an omelet, then bring home something fun as a snack for the Oscars. Looking forward to seeing many of you.

Tomorrow is our first Kritzerland rehearsal. Looks like it will be a short one as one of our singers has an audition in San Diego and can’t get back in time – not thrilled about it, but we’re trying to now do him and Robert Yacko on Tuesday morning. Tuesday, Nick Santa Maria and Cindy Williams record their stuff for the audio book of Thrill Ride. Tuesday night I have a dinner. Wednesday, Nick will continue recording and Brittney Bertier comes in to do her small roles. Thursday is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, and Rupert will be with us for that one, then we have our stumble-through on Saturday, then sound check and show on Sunday.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, relax, eat something, and then have our Annual Oscar Bash. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had a nice visit with the brother.

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