Well, dear readers, you know what’s annoying? I’ll tell you what’s annoying, because why should I keep such things from you dear readers? What’s annoying is that I had a title for the notes and a whole thing to write about. It came to me in the late afternoon. I did not write it down and now I have no idea what it was other than it was interesting and fun, not necessarily in that order. Oh, well, maybe it will come to me as I write these here notes without a title or any ideas.
Yesterday was an interesting day in one way or the other. I got eight hours of sleep, and then a short time later I had to venture out to pick something up. When I left it was lightly drizzling in the Oaks of Sherman. Once on the freeway, it began to pour and it stayed pouring all the way to Canoga Park and all the way home after I picked up what I was going to pick up.
I decided to get Taco Bell for my food, but I got less than I’ve ever gotten there. It was still raining pretty hard at that point, but after I got home and ate all the food up, it finally stopped raining and stayed that way. I tell you, these here notes would be so much more entertaining if only I could remember what they were going to be about. Perhaps they were going to be about senility.
I did some work on the computer, entering the last of the fixes, after running them by Muse Margaret. One of the issues was the old “lay” “laid” “lain” “laying” or “lying” stuff. I tend to use the incorrect use of laid, as in “she laid down on the bed.” That is the only word that makes sense to me in that particular use, since I’m in the past tense. I know it’s proper to say “she lay on the bed” but it doesn’t feel right and I’ve never liked it and, for me, I get weary of all these grammar “rules” and as they always say, rules are meant to be broken and I tend to go with what sounds right to my ears, that and the fact that my two other proofers said nothing about it. I do try to do as much correct rules as I can, but not when they interrupt the flow of the writing and not when they sound foreign to me and not when I think a word doesn’t impart what I’m trying to say. And the rules keep changing anyway and writers tend to do what they want these days. Sometimes things just sound too proper for my taste, even though I know it’s correct. Say, maybe that’s what I thought about as a great idea for the notes. Perhaps my title was “To lay or not to lay, that is the lying of the laying of the lain? After doing all that, I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I began watching The Assassination of Gianni Versace on the Flix of Net, one of those Ryan Murphy things on American Crime Story or whatever the HELL it’s called. It took exactly six minutes into episode one to get to the obligatory vomit scene and I almost turned it off, because that is just so lazy in every way. But thankfully I’m on episode seven and there have been no further occurrences of said vomit. Maybe that’s what notes were going to be about – the obligatory vomit scene, and perhaps I was going to title them Vomit. That is a possibility. Anyway, it’s enjoyable for what it is, especially as I knew nothing at all of the story. The title is a bit misleading as it’s not really the story of Mr. Versace, but the story of the crazy idiot who killed him and others. I think I’ll probably finish it before going to bed, since I only have two episodes left.
Today, I will do stuff for the Kritzerland show, then I will eat, hopefully pick up packages, and I’m hoping that Grant will start on the design of the book, which I sent him last night. He’s also supposed to come finish hanging things that have been sitting on the floor since I moved in. And then at some point I’ll relax.
Tomorrow I have a lunch meeting, during which I will not eat, and then I’ll mosey on over to Hollywood around five, get a parking space should I be lucky enough (or I’ll park in my usual lot on Vine), then I’ll go eat at the Japanese jernt I like on Vine, then I’ll probably kill some time over at Amoeba, which is just a short walk from there. Then I go to see Hello, Dolly at the Pantages. Ms. Buckley has missed a few performances here already, but I made sure she knew I was coming, not that that probably makes any difference whatsoever. The rest of the week is meetings and meals and going and doing and doing and going and finishing the book design and my final proofing of the designed book.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do stuff for the Kritzerland show, I must eat, I must hopefully pick up some packages, I’m hopeful that Grant will start the book design and come hang a few items, and then I’ll relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Who are your favorite clothing designers throughout the years? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have completed these here notes whilst not remembering what they were actually supposed to be about.