Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, after eating nothing but junk the entire evening, said junk consisting of some Halloween candies, unshelled shelled peanuts, matzoh and butter – is this making you want to vomit on the ground? It’s making ME want to vomit on the ground, certainly. I could have had a nice sandwich or salad, but noooooo, I had to eat junk all night. Fortunately, I’d only had a chili, cheese, and onion hot dog with no fries or onion rings, so that wasn’t too bad. But I really must stop doing this night junk food thing because it is slightly gross and makes me feel like I want to eat the head of a chicken.
Yesterday wasn’t much of a day, I must say. I did get eight hours of sleep, did the usual morning things, didn’t get as many orders as I was hoping for, but hoping they continue to come in over the next few days, then I ascertained there was no mail. I had a few telephonic conversations on the telephonic device, then went and had the aforementioned chili, cheese, and onion hog dog, which was excellent.
Then I came right home, had several more telephonic conversations, did some work at the piano and on the computer and sat on the couch like so much fish and dozed off for about thirty minutes.
Once up, I checked out the new Blu and Ray of It’s a Wonderful Life, purportedly from this new 4K scan that had a recent 4K disc release. I wasn’t thrilled by what I was seeing, frankly, and I’d love to get to the bottom of it, or at the very least, the top of it. The image looked flat, there wasn’t any real grain that I could ascertain and there should be – fine grain as would befit a purported 4K transfer off the camera negative – and less than fine grain in the several optical blow-ups that have optical zooms in them – those have always had coarse grain because they were – opticals – the film also has many other opticals and there is simply little to no grain that I could ascertain. Which is baffling. Obviously, I have no idea how the 4K disc looks – some are pleased with it, some, like Mr. Robert A. Harris, are not. I have the previous Blu-ray in the garage somewhere – no one liked that one, but I want to compare it.
After that, it was simply a Weinberg evening. I finished listening to all the symphonies that have been recorded – about fifteen of ‘em, I think, with about ten yet to be recorded. Mr. Shostakovich himself was a fan of Mr. Weinberg and so am I. I found all the early symphonies delightful, and while the middle symphonies are more agitated and not as easy on the ears, it is because he made a war trilogy and the music reflects that, although there are wonderfully beautiful passages in those three works. It’s all very film music-like and I highly recommend ol’ Weinberg hugely.
Today, I can sleep in a bit again, then I have some things to do – working at the piano and the computer, hopefully picking up some packages, eating something amusing, and then we have our rehearsal. The hope is to run the entire play, start to finish, without too many interruptions. I’ll take notes about the blocking adjustments I already know I want to do, and then, if we finish and there’s time left, I can work scenes. That’s kind of the plan for the next six days. Then I’ll come home and relax.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals and going and doing and doing and going, and our rehearsals.
And before I sign off, may I just do my latest Facebook rant? I may and I will, not necessarily in that order. The latest Facebook idiocy is people sharing missing kids and teens posts. That, in its essence, is not a bad thing. What IS a bad thing and sadly typical of Facebook and the people who indiscriminately share whatever they see, is that every one of these stories is old – from two weeks to seven or eight YEARS old. They share without taking the two seconds to actually click on what they’re sharing – in every single case the kid has either been quickly and safely found or it ended in tragedy. But they share it blindly as if it were new. Well, sorry folks, not good, and actually just stupid. If the story ended in tragedy then this regurgitating of that is very painful to those to whom it happened. No good can be gained by sharing old stuff which a) is old, and b) has been solved one way or another. Take the two damn seconds and READ. How hard is that? People just lose their sanity and brains on Facebook. And when they are called on it, they ignore and don’t take it down or acknowledge their idiocy. I has spoken.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in a bit, work, hopefully pick up packages, eat, have a rehearsal, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your big Facebook bugaboos, the things that truly irritate you and want to make you go after those who do them? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I shall do my best not to ingest every piece of junk food I can find.