Well, dear readers, I don’t know if anyone noticed, but today is the last day of August, which means, if I’m guessing correctly, that tomorrow will be another new month, namely September. And it is my fervent hope and prayer that September will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. As for now, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to Mr. Leonard Bernstein’s music for a ballet entitled Facsimile. This is no facsimile of Facsimile; this is Mr. Bernstein himself conducting his own music. It’s one of my favorite Bernstein compositions. I also have a wonderful monophonic version conducted by Mr. Joseph Levine, who is not to be confused with Joseph E. Levine, the producer. I’m still pondering the fact that it can be in the low 60s outside but in the high 70s in the home environment. Thankfully, the home environment has been hovering at 77, so that’s not horrible, but then it went up to 78 as the temperature dropped outside. I think someone is messing with my mind, if you must know. I think someone is having sport with my mind, I think someone is trying to gaslight me. On the other hand, for the past two days I have managed to only drink two Diet Cokes per day, so that’s pretty good. Am I jumping from topic to topic? Am I leapfrogging all over the damn place, notes-wise? Am I just having a bout of stream of consciousness note writing? Or am I losing my mind? Oh, a Stephen Sondheim reference. Well, perhaps someone should send in the clowns or at the very least another hundred people. Frankly, I think merrily we roll along is a good dictum, don’t you? As to this paragraph, well, no more.
Yesterday was a pretty non-descript day. I got nine hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails and did stuff that needed doing. I had some Kritzerland show stuff to do, which I did, then I had some other work to do on the computer, after which I ordered food: a chicken, avocado, and jack cheese wrap and a little side of pasta salad. It arrived thirty minutes later, and I ate the wrap but saved the side of pasta salad for a snack later. Calorie-wise, it was all very friendly and topped me out right at 1000 calories for the fourth day in a row. After that, the day was basically over, so I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched The Girl Who Played with Fire, the second in the Dragon Tattoo trilogy. At first the second film does seem like a step down from the first, but it’s really not. It’s just that the first film is perfectly plotted and works completely as a standalone movie. So, it takes a while for the second film to kick in because it has to establish what is, in reality, a continuation of Lisbeth Salander’s story folded into another plot that ties into her story. When I saw the release version, which ran 129 minutes, it really was a disappointment, but the extended version, which runs 180 minutes is so much better because it fills in all the missing holes and is much more satisfying. The cast, once again, is great – the leading man couldn’t be more perfectly cast – Michael Nyqvist – and Noomi Rapace is irreplicable as Lisbeth, and in the American version, try as she might, Rooney Mara doesn’t come close. The second film does end on a cliffhanger and I’m looking forward to seeing the third film again, and that will be this very evening. The second and third films do have a different writer and director, and neither are quite as good as the Dragon Tattoo writer and director.
After the movie, I had a few more things to do, then I took a brief drive, just to get out of the house, came home, and then it was time to write these here notes, which, in case you haven’t noticed, is what I’ve been doing, even though they should have been posted four minutes ago. That’s what happens when you have a bout of stream of consciousness note writing.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll hopefully pick up the other two important envelopes, I’ll bank, I’ll eat something that’s within my range of calorie intake, I’ll do some Kritzerland show stuff, I’ll take a walk, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, as we inch ever closer to our tenth anniversary show. I’ll stick to my buns, calorie-wise – stick to my BUNS? Well, that’s an interesting take on stick to my guns – go know. And as the final notes of Facsimile come to their conclusion, so, too, do these here notes.
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 needs doing, hopefully pick up two more important envelopes, bank, eat, do some Kritzerland show work, take a walk, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Aside from watching television, what were your favorite indoor childhood activities and games? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we bid August farewell in a notes filled with stream of consciousness ramblings of someone who is losing their mind.