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August 16, 2018:

A DAY WHEN YOU’D LIKE TO EAT THE HEAD OF A CHICKEN

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Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, pondering the imponderables and thinking many thoughts – some good, some bad, and some very ugly.  Such is the way of things at this time, but we’re endlessly hoping that the way of things at this time changes for the better, but that best happen very quickly or there will be hell toupee.  Other than wanting to eat the head of a chicken at certain times, yesterday was okay and I didn’t eat the head of a chicken.

I got about six hours of sleep with very weird and unsettling dreams of the type I’ve been having for the past week.  Once up, I had to deal with a few things, I dealt with them as best I could, then I had a brief visit with a brief visitor, said brief visitor left after the brief visit and I went and had a chili, cheese, and onion hot dog and a few fries for my main meal o’ the day. 

I picked up a little package and no mail and then came back home.  I think I came back home.  I’m sure I came back home.  Once I was sure I was home I began preparing the Indiegogo campaign, which took most of the afternoon.  There’s a lot to do in the preparing of an Indiegogo campaign – writing a lot of copy, uploading images, and such, and then I spent quite a bit of time writing up the perks – we need more, but there are some fun ones for sure. 

Then I had a meeting with the costume designer for A Christmas Carol, the talented gal who did Levi for me.  She really likes the show (and she hasn’t even heard the score yet), and already has lots of good ideas.  That lasted about an hour and whilst it was happening I had a Caesar salad, which served as my evening foodstuffs.  Then I came home, dealt with some truly difficult merde and basically just shut down. I heard from an old friend, who’ll be calling today to talk about something or other, so that will be fun, I suppose.  Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I attempted to find anything to pass the time on the Flix of Net – didn’t want to watch a Blu-ray, just something bad or stupid to pass the time. And in all of Netflix I could not find one damn thing that interested me.  I watched the beginnings of about four movies, all so bad I just had to shut them off, because they weren’t bad ENOUGH to actually want to watch them.  I was in a bit of a blue funk, frankly, and I prefer a livelier color for my funks.  Purple funks are better than blue funks as are red funks.  Blue funks are just so blue.  I had a few telephonic calls and that was about it, other than occasionally wanting to eat the head of a chicken or at least some Cheetos.

Today, well, I’m not so sure about today in terms of actually surviving it.  We shall see the way the wind blows.  Blowing right now is Herb Alpert – playing his lonely trumpet on the Midnight Sun album, which is pretty good for the blue funks. I will continue to hope for a miracle or three, I will eat, hopefully pick up packages, try to finish up everything on the Indiegogo campaign, which will only leave the uploading of the video. I have to do some voiceover for that today, too.  I’ll also do a show order and maybe even start to write the commentary.

I’m sure that tomorrow and the weekend will be what they will be and I’m sure that I’ll know that when I see which way the wind is blowing.  Herb is currently singing rather than blowing – he has a small but pleasant voice.  Where was I? Oh, yes, the rest of the weekend – we shall see what we shall see when we see what we shall see.

Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora and the Frug, for today is the birthday of our beloved dear reader vixmom.  So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our beloved dear reader vixmom.  On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR BELOVED DEAR READER VIXMOM!!!

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, hopefully survive the day, I shall eat, hopefully pick up packages, hope for a miracle or three, finish up preparing the Indiegogo campaign, do a show order, write, and then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: The 1960s had a lot of crossover artists like Herb Alpert. Who were your favorites, which were your favorite albums, and which of those artists do you still listen to? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that I didn’t actually eat the head of a chicken and hoping that today won’t be a day in which I’d like to eat the head of a chicken.

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