Well, dear readers, it was another all-day excursion into entering fixes. Yes, the fix was in, all day in every way. I did get almost ten hours of sleep, so that was good. But once up, I hit the ground running (no mean feat) and began entering proofer number two’s fixes. Lots of typos caught that both I and proofer one had missed (always the way), but I went very slowly and methodically through each suggested fix, did many, didn’t do some, wrote notes about what to run by Muse Margaret, and mushed on.
At some point, I went and picked up a package, then had a late lunch or early dinner at Corky’s. I had my usual sandwich and potato salad, both very good. I came right home and continued with the fixes and finished them. I then called Muse Margaret and we went over all the notes I had, deciding which were okay and which we’d skip. My eyes were quite blurrily blurry by this time, so I had a little ice cream and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a documentary on the Flix of Net about the Fyre music festival fiasco, which I knew nothing about. It was fascinating on many levels – the entitled young man who was responsible for it, who is everything that is wrong with the world today. He’s currently in jail. But, for me, he’s no worse than the idiots who shelled out huge money to go to this thing because it was so gloriously “now” and “trendy” and “happening”. I learned about social media “influencers” – I mean, this is what the world has devolved into. The list of performers featured not one name I knew. Listening to a few of the artists who were partnering with this guy, they can’t string two words together without sounding like morons – and yet none of us will ever have the kind of wealth or notoriety these people do because we live in the time of the amateur and the most entitled, kind of crazy generation ever. You will sit there agog, agog I tell you, as you watch this thing crash and burn. You will roll your eyes heavenward at the models on the beach, at the sales video, at what people were asked to do, at the people who were stiffed huge amounts of money, and what the main culprit was doing even after his arrest. It is worth watching as a guide to a world run amok.
After that, I listened to music and did a few things on the Internet.
Today, I will hopefully arise after a good night’s beauty sleep. Once up, I’ll do the usual things, but mostly I’ll relax and prepare for my co-hosting duties at the Robby Awards this evening. I’ll mosey on over there around four-thirty for sound check and to make sure everything is as it should be. Then we do the show. I will, of course, have a full report.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, hopefully getting proofer number three’s notes, but if those come much beyond the next couple of days I’ll have to do without, as I want Grant to start on this by Friday and I have to get it to someone who’s going to blurb it. I may sup with Muse Margaret and her ever-lovin’ Richard sometime this week, and of course I’ll be preparing the March Kritzerland show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the usual things, hopefully pick up packages, go to a sound check, and then co-host the Robby Awards. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Michel Legrand songs? Or have we done that recently – can’t remember. Do it again, that’s what I say. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the fix is in.