Well, dear readers, what a wacky day was yesterday. I actually missed most of it due to arising after two hours of sleep with an upset tummy. So, I finally got up and did stuff on the computer and when it was time, I had a lengthy conversation with two people from the publisher, due to my usual gal’s not responding to e-mails or messages – she’s got the flu, but she’d promised to call me on Friday and never did, so I simply went to her supervisor because I knew she hadn’t ordered the test books – so, he did. She’s hoping to be back on Wednesday and I’m hoping we can converse then and get everything straightened out because I’ve been very frustrated. While I do understand being sick, I also understand you don’t promise someone you’ll call in fifteen minutes then never call and never do a simple e-mail to explain you’re sick and arranging for me to talk to someone else. The books will be overnighted to me at no expense, so hopefully within the week I’ll have them. I finally got back in bed at ten-thirty and fell right asleep and did not arise until a little after three o’clock. While I really needed the sleep, I also really didn’t need to miss most of the day.
But I got up, answered e-mails, went to the mail place and picked up no mail and one returned mis-addressed package, then stopped at McDonald’s, because I just wanted something fast and easy – I got three items – a filet ‘o fish, a McDouble cheeseburger, and a Big Mac, came home and ate it all up. It was surprisingly not all the filling, and it wasn’t brilliant food or anything, but it hit the spot. I listened to a bit of music, then began typing in information for several upcoming releases wherein I have to return stuff that was lent to me. Finally, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finally watched a motion picture I’ve avoided for a quarter of a century – Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction, which is generally considered to be some kind of masterpiece. What it is, in fact, is an overlong (two-and-a-half hours) talkfest of Tarantino obsessions and weirdness, filled with moments from other movies and Quentin’s favorite childhood memories, along with the occasional bursts of violence. It’s fractured timeline and storytelling is also what he enjoys. The actors are all very good, and some of it is amusing and even stylish, but in the end I just sort of sat there feeling ho and hum about it. I do know that a certain generation reveres hit, all the Tarantino hipsters who glom onto anything he does. Then they’re all “experts” because they Googled Clutch Cargo (yes, there’s a Cargo clip in the film) and watched some episodes – this suddenly makes then know-it-all hipsters. Well, some of us watched Clutch when it actually first aired. But that’s the thing – anyone of an age knows where ALL these things come from – we don’t have to read about it on Google. Anyway, I’m glad I finally saw it and I certainly never need to see it again.
After that, I did more typing and now have everything from the stuff I borrowed, either typed or scanned. I listened to some music and that was that – the day was over because I missed most of it due to being asleep and STILL not getting eight hours.
Today, I can sleep in, then I have to choose songs (we’re finally all cast), get people music, get the event page done and ticket sales live, eat, hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, and then, at some point, relax.
Tomorrow I have a little lunch to go to, I think, otherwise I’ll just do work that needs to be done, and the rest of the week is meetings and meals and going and doing as well as doing and going.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, choose songs, get people music, do an event page, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite cartoons growing up – both cartoons you saw in the movie theaters and cartoon shows you watched on TV. Not talking about feature films here, but cartoon shorts. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have the day that wasn’t quite a day behind me.