Well, dear readers, it is 11:32 and do you know where your sanity is? My sanity has been torn asunder by the asunder tearers. My sanity is going the way of the dodo bird. My sanity is on the wane. I am seriously thinking of becoming a serial killer, but would I have to wear a mask and stay six feet away? I guess now is not the time to become a serial killer. I am seriously thinking of eating nothing but spaghetti sauce without putting it on anything – that would be different. I am also thinking about doing the dance of the seven veils with only six veils, just because I’m feeling like a contrarian. That would upset the apple cart, wouldn’t it? I am thinking about having a serious relationship with my shoes, but I feel they’d walk all over me. I am thinking about what it would be like to have three legs. I am thinking about writing a book on why I have a coffee table when I’ve never once put coffee on it. I am thinking about why I don’t know what the HELL I’m talking about. I am doing all this while listening to the delightful music of a female Dutch composer named Henriette Bosmans, a bi-sexual who had romantic relationships with both women and men, which is, I suppose, what being bi-sexual is. I, myself, am bye sexual, if you get my meaning, which I know you do as you are very smart dear readers. In any case, I like this bi-sexual music very much.
Well, that was an opening paragraph, wasn’t it? Yesterday, I began to think my sanity was being torn asunder. I got seven hours of sleep, got up, was very groggy and incoherent, answered e-mails as best I could, went and did more banking, then came home and ordered some food via Door Dash – this time, Stanley’s again, but not my beloved grilled chicken with roasted garlic but their famous Chinese chicken salad, and an appetizer of mac-and-cheese. It arrived a mere twenty-five minutes later. I put the salad in my own bowl and dressed it because I don’t like nudity in salad. I tasted the mac-and-cheese, and it rather tasted like vomit, so I covered that, hoping it would not taste like vomit after the salad. The salad was superb and just right. I tried the vomit aka mac-and-cheese again and it still tasted bad, but I began to wonder if it wasn’t just the top of it, so I spooned out the top third and tried it again and it was fine. So, I ate the rest of it, which wasn’t all that much, actually.
Then I did a few things on the computer, then was desirous of a sweet. I had many ideas for it, but in the end I drove over to Rite Aid to get some cherry chocolate chip ice cream, only to find that the ice cream counter is closed until further notice. So, instead I got two packages of Klondike Bars, on sale two for five bucks or something. I came home, put them in the freezer, and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching Cat o’ Nine Tails, one of those Dario Argento giallos, and my actual favorite of his films, mostly due to Karl Malden. James Fransiscus also stars, along with Catherine Spaak. She’s totally wasted in the movie and has the ugliest wig ever along with the ugliest clothes. She’s much preferable in Hotel. The movie moves right along, is rather silly, of course, but I always enjoy watching it and it’s helped along immeasurably by its Ennio Morricone score.
After that, I watched another motion picture on Blu and Ray, entitled Suddenly, Last Summer, starring Miss Katharine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor, and Montgomery Clift. Other than checking out the transfer when it came out, I’d never actually seen anything but a few snippets of it. It’s based on an off-Broadway one-act play by Tennessee Williams, and the screenplay is credited to Gore Vidal and Tennessee Williams. However, as I read up on the film, Williams had absolutely nothing to do with the film and hated it. It’s directed by Joseph Mankiewicz who would soon almost single-handedly sink Twentieth Century Fox with Cleopatra, also starring Miss Taylor. Well, what a wacky little motion picture, very daring for its day in that it’s not shy about the gay element and certainly not shy about the cannibal element. Miss Hepburn is excellent, as is Miss Taylor. Mr. Clift looks ill-at-ease much of the time, but I always like seeing him. The film has an interesting score – originally to be written by Malcolm Arnold, who wrote a couple of themes and then bowed out because he found the film very strange. He was replaced by Buxton Orr, who used Arnold’s themes. It’s quite a good score and both composers are credited. The transfer is spectacular.
Then I listened to some bi-sexual music and that was pretty much it, save for my ever-disappearing sanity.
Today, I think for a change I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever it is that needs doing, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and then who knows what. Well, I do have a meeting via Skype to see what’s possible and not possible with Skype and some plug-ins. Don’t ask me what any of that means because I have not a clew. Then I’ll watch and listen.
The rest of the week is the rest of the week, with the biggest decisions being what to eat every day. I do plan on taking drives every day and walking if the weather is nice.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever it is that needs doing, eat, hopefully pick up packages, have a Skype meeting with plug-ins, and then watch and listen. 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 my sanity continues to be torn asunder.