Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to choral music (not my favorite, but this is pretty stuff by Brit composers), and pondering eating a Girl Scout cookie. Will I have the willpower? Will the power of will defeat me and make me succumb to this wanton feeling? Or will the wanton feeling merely make me ponder eating some won ton soup? Meanwhile I am sucking on a Gerther’s pastille to sooth my tired voice. Once upon a time I was addicted to these things, back in my LACC days. At that time, they were Allenbury’s Pastilles and I was never without them, not only because they were helpful but because they were just so tasty and weird. I’d tried to find them occasionally over the years, to no avail. Then I found out why – Gerther’s had bought Allenbury’s. So, they were now Gerther’s Pastilles, but happily in the same distinctive tin, which was part of the allure. So, I bought some on Amazon and how I am happily sucking away, so I suppose you could conceivably say that at this moment in time I suck. But enough about me.
Yesterday was a peculiar day. I say that without really being able to explain why, really. It just seemed peculiar. There were not real problems or anything. I did get eight hours of sleep, so that was good, getting up just before noon. Once up, I returned a call from Muse Margaret – I’d sent her a copy of the proposed cover for the new book, and boy did she love it. I’d also sent it to Grant, who didn’t love it quite as much, but it was really just one part of it and I don’t mind that part and neither did the Muse, so I think we have our cover. And it’s nice to have Grant back. He came over and we chatted and he hung a picture – stuff that he’s been promising to hang for eight months is finally getting hung – today there’ll be more.
After that, I went and picked up some packages, including my Allenbury’s/Grether’s Pastilles. Then I did some banking, then I went and had a chili, cheese, and onion hot dog and a side Caesar salad at Jerry’s Deli. A former waitress was there selling the Girl Scout cookies, so I bought a box of the little chocolate/peanut butters. I also proofed another forty book pages. So far it’s reading very well to me and holding my interest. Then I came home.
I did a few things on the computer, had more telephonic calls, listened to music, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled Edge of Fear, a “thriller” directed by Bobby Roth, and horribly directed at that. And this guy does those online “a director prepares” things. I don’t want to know how he prepares, frankly. He’s mostly a TV guy but boy was this a stinker of the highest order. In fact, I’d have to place it in the Hall of Shame of bad movies. There isn’t a single believable moment, not a single believable character or action. It’s so relentlessly stupid, so poorly written, so ineptly acted by everyone including it’s two Chinese lead actors (naturally this is a co-production as you might imagine), that it becomes mesmerizingly laughable in its stupidity. It wallows in its stupidity. It seems proud of its stupidity. I mean, just when you think it has reached the apex of stupidity, they go one better. Highly NOT recommended by the likes of me. My favorite bad moment was when one of the bad guys, this one a female, is completely nude in the bathroom after showering. The Chinese good guy, who has been stabbed in the chest and who plays the entire film with the knife there because to take it out would cause him to bleed to death, is in the bathroom and she discovers him there and begins to kick him with her wet bare feet. He finally is able to trip her and she falls to the floor. Now, apparently that tiny little fall causes a head would so severe that a puddle of blood the size of a large river forms UNDER her head and she’s dead. I mean, no, just no. That’s one of the highlights, by the way, in terms of comedy, but any enjoyment is gone due to the fact that this person playing the role has not an ounce of body hair on her anywhere, if you get my meaning, so it’s like looking at a tubby three-year old and I find that not only gross, but completely off-putting.
After that, I just listened to music, had another telephonic call and then it was time to write these here notes.
Today, I can sleep in again (and need to), then I’ll spend the rest of the day proofing, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up packages, and then it’s back to proofing. At some point I’ll relax and watch something.
The rest of the week is more of the same, with some meetings and meals, entering fixes, and all that jazz.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, proof, eat, hopefully pick up packages, proof, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite kind of Girl Scout cookies and your favorite cookies in general? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have made the reacquaintance of Allenbury’s/Gerther’s Pastilles.