Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much Friday night fish, about to be sitting here like so much Saturday fish, writing these here notes whilst listening to music of the English composer Arnold Bax and sipping on a diet Canada Dry ginger ale. Beyond that, I am trying to think of something colorful to write. Hmmmm. Let’s see – how about, I’m feeling a bit green now and I’m seeing red while in reality being a bit beige, not to mention brown with envy because green was already taken, and yellow, which I must tell you, is the color of my true love’s hair, even though I don’t have a true love, which is making my mood black, but I just hit my mood and now it’s black-and-blue. Well, that was certainly colorful, wasn’t it? If anyone has a clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about, do let me know, because certainly I have no clew as to what the HELL I’m talking about.
Yesterday was a bit perplexing, the perplexing part being that I don’t remember WHY it was perplexing, which is perplexing in and of itself. I did get almost but not quite eight hours of sleep, arising at eleven-thirty. Once up, I did the usual things such as answering e-mails, working at the piano (new tune), and doing some work on the computer. I’d gotten an e-mail from Marshall Harvey saying he was in the neighborhood and did I want to join him for lunch at nearby Corky’s. I said yes, and so I got myself together and headed over there after ascertaining that the delivery I was waiting for wouldn’t be arriving until three-thirty.
We both had the exact same thing – the Trousdale sandwich, grilled, and potato salad. It was excellent. We had fun catching up and there were no Mr. Clown Beanie hat morons to contend with and yes, I cleared my damn throat and no one said boo about it because, you know, they were having conversations and eating. Pink. Just thought we needed some color.
Then I came home, and the delivery was delivered, so that was good. I’m wondering where the perplexing part is. Well, TBA, as they say on the Internet and environs. Then Jesus arrived with a helper and took care of the peeling paint things – they’ll be back on Monday or Tuesday to paint. That ate up the rest of the day, so I never got over to the mail place, nor do I have a clew if there was even a reason to go there.
I listened to music, had some telephonic conversations, then found out we lost our Banjo, so I spent some time trying to figure out who might be able to do it. I did ask one person, but they’re going to be out of town. Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
I wasn’t really in the mood to watch a motion picture, so instead I watched all the extras on the Blu and Ray of Orson Welles’ film of Franz Kafka’s The Trial. They had a little French featurette, featuring the cameraman and a few others who worked on the film. There were the usual clips and it was instantly apparent just how great the new transfer is, despite the nitpicks from the usual no-nothing dopes. Because the clips in the featurette are not from this transfer and they look horrible. I also watched a long deleted scene featuring the still billed Katina Paxinou – it’s an interesting scene and she’s great, but one can see why Welles removed it – the film was already pushing two hours and this would have added about seven minutes and it wasn’t that important.
After that, I had a small baked potato with an only small amount of butter, so the calorie count was pretty low and that and my sandwich were all I ate all day, although if I had a pizza here right now, I’d eat the entire thing. Thankfully, I don’t. Then I had a telephonic conversation with Doug Haverty, to brainstorm the Banjo situation and amusingly we both had the same idea at exactly the same time – it was really funny, and it was a great idea. So, I e-mailed the person in question and am hoping a) that his e-mail address hasn’t changed, and b) that he’ll be able to do it. If I don’t hear back, I’ll hunt him down at Jerry’s Deli, since he’s usually there at least once a day.
Today, I can sleep in and will, then I hope to have a mostly relaxing day, and I hope to figure out the rest of the What If benefit so I can tell everyone exactly what they’re doing in the show. That will be a big load off and I need a big load off. Maroon. Just throwing in some more colorful writing. I’ll eat something light but fun, maybe take a drive somewhere, hopefully pick up some packages, and then I’ll watch a motion picture of some sort.
Tomorrow is more of the same, and then next week is very busy with all manner of things.
Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, let’s all dance the Hora or the Tango, for today is the birthday of our very own beloved dear reader Laura. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own beloved dear reader Laura. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN BELOVED DEAR READER LAURA!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, figure out the What If show and who is doing what, eat, hopefully pick up packages, take a drive, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films and performances of that enfant terrible, Mr. Orson Welles? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have indulged in some truly colorful notes.