Well, dear readers, what can you say about a Saturday that came and went like so much fish? I only got seven hours of sleep and then had to get up for the arrival of she of the Evil Eye. She arrived and I did some work on the computer – answering e-mails and the like. Then I went and had a light breakfast and proofed more pages.
After that, I came home, did some work at the piano for an hour, proofed a bit more, then I went to my three o’clock meeting at Hugo’s. It was a fun three o’clock meeting during which there was much merriment and mirth and laughter and legs as well as foodstuffs galore. I myself had a Caesar salad with some chicken bits in it. Many things were discussed, none of which I can share with you. But the participants were interesting: Adryan Russ, Shelly Markham, Rick Podell, and Mike Preminger. The latter two are people I acted with back in the day. Rick was in the pilot I did for CBS, Never Say Never, in which I starred with George Kennedy. And Mike was a regular on Dinah and Her New Best Friends. It was a long two-hour lunch but we all had a splendidly splendid time.
Then I came right home, proofed some more, had some telephonic calls, and then had a good conversation with Muse Margaret, just running some things by her to make sure she liked the tiny adjustments I was planning to do, which she very much did. One of them was exactly the same kind of adjustment I’d done when cutting a page, only here it was just two short sentences – TMI in both and who needed it? Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled A Stupid and Futile Gesture, about the man who started National Lampoon. I didn’t know his story so I enjoyed bits of it, but then it of course just gets into the cocaine and stuff and I just tune out instantly. It was fun to see my old pals Annette O’Toole and Harry Groener as they guy’s parents. And Martin Mull is always fun, although his role, for me at least, didn’t work at all. Since I was never really a National Lampoon person, none of it really resonated with me. That kind of satire was never my cuppa – I much preferred MAD Magazine and stuff like that.
After that, it was a bit more proofing. I had some low-fat wheat thins and that was about it for a what is it, fish Saturday
Today will be a Sunday. I feel it in my bones. What it is doing in my bones I’ll never know. In any case, once up I’ll go next door and visit Lydia and Greer Geissman, who are doing a garage sale. I didn’t really get enough notice to plan for it, so if I find some stuff in the garage that I can take over there at ten or eleven I just might. Otherwise, I think I may rustle up some Wacky Noodles for my meal o’ the day, and I’ll also go pick up some packges, and then most of the day and evening will be proofing.
This week is all planning and casting the Kritzerland show for March, finishing my proofing and entering all those fixes. I would to it as I went along but the page count changed early on and that just gets too confusing when trying to proof later pages. My hope is to have my pass done by Tuesday and then I’ll print out one hard copy for my hard copy proofer, and send via e-mail to my e-mail proofers. And I have several meetings and meals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, visit a garage sale and maybe even put some stuff out for sale, I must proof, I must pick up packages, I must eat, I must proof, and I must relax. 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 Saturday that came and went like so much fish.