Well, dear readers, there are certain days when I’d like to take a gazelle and bash someone upside the head with it. Yes, there are days like that and yesterday was such a day, but the day is done and I shall shortly go and shower and wash that right down the drain. The human race is occasionally difficult to comprehend, and we’ll just leave it at that – for the time being. Then again, I’m sure I’m difficult to comprehend at times, especially when I’m speaking my combination of Yiddish and Spanish, which I call Yidspan.
Yesterday was a day where I wanted to take a gazelle and bash someone upside the head with it. I got about seven hours of sleep due to finishing the Versace series. I enjoyed it, but the last couple of episodes had too much hitting us over the head with speechifying, which is never all that interesting. The actors all did very well, especially Darren Criss and Judith Light. Once up, I answered e-mails, had some telephonic calls, then made some spaghetti with butter and cheese.
I went and picked up one little package and no little mail, then came right back home. Then began the unpleasant back-and-forth that I did NOT enjoy one iota or whit. After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled The Ballad of Cable Hogue, starring Mr. Jason Robards and Miss Stella Stevens and directed by Mr. Sam Peckinpah. I like about eighty percent of the movie very much, mostly due to Mr. Robards and Ms. Stevens, who are wonderful. But Mr. Peckinpah gets too silly for the other twenty percent of the movie – tricking it up with zooms, sped-up motion, and even an animated dollar bill, not to mention the really stupid and endless cut-ins to Ms. Stevens’ cleavage. None of it was necessary and all of it hurts the mood of the film. The photography by Lucien Ballard is lovely, and the score by Jerry Goldsmith isn’t up to his greats but is okay. The transfer from Warner Archive is really nice, with great color. I hadn’t seen it in quite some time, probably over a decade.
After that, I listened to some music, I did some work on the computer, had more telephonic conversations about the day’s issue, and then I relaxed.
Today, I have a lunch meeting around one over in the City of Studio, after which I’ll hopefully pick up some packages. But I won’t be eating as I have to have dinner around five. I’ll mosey on over to Hollywood and hopefully I will find street parking where I can just pay the meter rather than park in a lot – that would be my hope, but it’s not always possible. If not, I do have a lot I like to use over on Vine. I’ll sup at a little Japanese restaurant I enjoy, then I’ll probably walk to Amoeba and look around. Then I’ll walk back to the theater and see Hello, Dolly! starring Miss Betty Buckley. I will, of course, have a full report.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, hopefully getting the book design on the road, getting a new release ready, getting the commentary for the Kritzerland show done, and many other things including but not limited to hitting someone upside the head with a gazelle.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have a lunch meeting, hopefully pick up packages, do work on the computer, eat dinner and see Hello, Dolly. Today’s topic of discussion: How many languages do you speak and/or at least understand enough to get by? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have introduced you to Yidspan, the language of two peoples mashed together into one incomprehensible language no one but the damn gazelle understands.