Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to music and pondering both the imponderables and the ponderables. The latter doesn’t actually seem to be a word according to Word, but if there are IMponderables surely there must be ponderables. And yet, according to Word ponderables doesn’t exist – I know that because every time I type that word Word underlines it in red. Hence, in this very paragraph I am staring at many red lines. And yet, according to the dictionary, that handy-dandy little tool that so few use these days, ponderables (red line) is indeed a word. It is a dictionary word but not a Word word. And I find this happens a lot in Word – trying to correct grammar and punctuation that is correct and doing all sorts of weird things. I suppose that that is because Word lives in its own little world, The World According to Word. Dear Word – wasn’t that a musical with Angela Lansbury? I gotta tell you. I wonder if they used the word ponderables on the Ponderosa? I wonder if this paragraph could be any more obtuse? Now, see, Word is telling me there should be a period after obtuse rather than a question mark – even though I posed a question. As I said, The World According to Word.
Yesterday was, I suppose, a day. It was semi-productive, certainly. I only got six-and-a-half hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, did some work on the computer, then got back in bed. I didn’t get any more sleep, but it was nice to just relax with my eyes closed. Then I chose some songs, got the track for our opening number and sent that to those involved so they could begin to learn it, and then I moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up a couple of packages. I came directly home, went out to the garage and began moving stuff to the middle of the floor so I could actually get to stuff. That took an hour and today I’ll be able to start checking boxes, after which I’ll organize everything into neat little piles.
Then I pre-heated the oven and when it was fully heated, I made a frozen pizza. This one has exactly 1200 calories, but I didn’t finish it, so it was under 1000. It was pretty okay. The only thing that doesn’t really work is the crust – it’s just weird, frankly and frankly, it’s just weird. Then it was choosing more songs – only two to go now, so that’s good. Once all are chosen, then I can make a show order and write the commentary and get that out of the way. I did more work on the computer, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
I’d found the last box of DVDs, so I looked through that and brought in about ten things. The first motion picture on DVD that I watched was called What’s Up, Tiger Lily, the Japanese spy film that Woody Allen dubbed into English. His version was only meant to run an hour, but American International added two long songs and attendant footage of the band singing them (The Lovin’ Spoonful) and people dancing. And it does slow everything down. It doesn’t quite manage to sustain itself, but there are absolutely hilarious moments and I actually finally found out the name of the actual Japanese film and found a subtitled DVD of it, so I think that would be fun to see. But What’s Up, Tiger Lily has its truly giddy moments.
Then I watched a TV movie from 1970 called San Francisco International, a pilot for a series from Universal – a few episodes were made but it never caught on. It’s typical Universal, lots of soap opera elements, a bit of villainy, and some nonsense about Van Johnson and his wife getting a divorce and their son being despondent and somehow ending up flying a plane. That’s the big suspense piece but it’s just too ludicrous, really. A nice score by Patrick Williams, and Pernell Roberts, Clu Gulager, Mr. Johnson, Tab Hunter, and others star.
After that, I watched the first hour of the new Warner Archive Blu and Ray of Inside Daisy Clover. I’ll talk more about the film itself when I finish it, but I can tell you that the transfer is aces – it looks absolutely great. Then I listened to music and relaxed, which is what all the best civilized people do.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll get to the garage and start hunting down what I’m looking for – I’d really like to ascertain if it’s not there so we can begin the hunt in the warehouse. I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I’ll eat a little something or other, I’ll try to choose the final two songs, then get everyone their music, and then I’m going to try and get all the tracks done in the next three or four days. Then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, then I have a Zoom thing to do – nothing to do with Kritzerland, just a private thing. Next week is all Kritzerland show stuff, including a group Zoom rehearsal.
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, hunt down stuff in the garage, hopefully pick up packages, eat, choose the last two songs, get everyone their music, the watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What computer stuff, including programs that you use, drive you completely crazy? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I ponder not only the ponderables but The World According to Word.