Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to music and writing these here notes. I say this so that you may make a mind picture visualization of an old Jew writing notes. Before I get to the notes, however, I’ll just say that the books arrived safely and are correct and looking good. So, I was able to breathe a big sigh of relieve when I awoke this morning.
Yesterday, I was able to breathe a big sigh of relief when I awoke at ten-thirty after almost eight hours of sleep. I saw the UPS e-mail that the books had been delivered. Then I answered some e-mails and did some work on the computer, then went and picked up the books and some other small packages.
Then I went to Taco Bell, as I wanted something quick and easy, came home, and ate that up whilst answering more e-mails. I listened to music for a couple of hours, and then Grant came by briefly. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched more episodes of Aquarius. Some of the actors are very good, some are not so hot, some are just plain bad. It’s so easy to see why this was a bomb, but it’s become fun to watch the producers flail, probably being dictated to by the network watching their ratings in the toilet, suddenly ending each episode with a big, loud whoosh of dramatic music and a supposed cliffhanger – they didn’t do that a lot in season one. I’m also convinced that the Manson murders weren’t going to be shown until the final few episodes, but instead they have them as flash forwards in every episode of season two. In the most recent episodes I watched, we had more vomiting, drugs, sex, wacko scenes with “Dennis Wilson” and “Terry Melcher” and ridiculous fictional scenes with Manson – well, beyond ridiculous. They keep placing the leading man, a cop, at real-life events, the jump the shark top of the charts being at the Robert Kennedy/Ambassador Hotel for the assassination. Not only is he there to yell at someone about something that has nothing to do with Kennedy, but it’s he who decides Kennedy should go through the kitchen. That ends an episode. And then we never hear another peep about it. It just boggles the mind, really. But I’m in for the long haul, just because I think it will be fun to see how season two ends, knowing there is no season three.
The other amusing thing in yet another subplot, two episodes have sequences shot at a “university” – in reality, shot at LACC. The first of them I recognized immediately because I was, wait for it, there when they shot it – just didn’t know what it was. They were shooting on a Saturday morning outside the parking structure and I was trying to park for an L.A. Now and Then rehearsal back in 2016. Funny stuff. Then in the other episode they literally shot in front of the theater building. I was hoping we could see our poster there, but they never did that angle.
I took a break at some point and went to Gelson’s. I was just looking for something light to nosh on and I was heading to the fish department, as I thought shrimp might be fun. But in the meat department I happened to see a little package with three thin strips of top sirloin, only about three ounces of meat. So, I bought that, and some other stuff for later in the week. I came home and cooked the three thin slices in the frying pan and ate it and it was actually really good. Then I listened to more music and that was that.
Today, I have some things to do, we’ll ship out the books, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and maybe I’ll slog through the rest of Aquarius.
Tomorrow is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, then on Saturday we have our stumble-through, and then we do our sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do things, ship out books, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have been able to breathe a sigh of relief.