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August 4, 2020:

THE CRETIN UNMASKED

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Well, dear readers, I had my very first experience with an unmasked cretin yesterday whilst standing in line to do banking, said standing in line taking almost thirty minutes of my time in 100-degree heat.  I took my place at the end of the line.  A moment later I hear someone sneeze, and it’s this idiot, thankfully at that moment wearing a mask.  He took his place behind me and didn’t quite have the mask on at that point.  By the time we got closer his mask was hanging around his neck.  I stayed as far from him as possible.  Once in the bank I thought we were all safe from this little piece of turd, an Israeli turd at that, since I had to listen to his endless conversations with his girlfriend.  But once inside the bank his mask was still off.  And no officer of the bank asked him to leave or put it on.  Since it’s actually against the law to enter a place of business without a mask on, I found this curious.  But he was six feet behind me, and I never turned around and looked at him.  In retrospect, I wish I’d just turned on him and confronted him in front of everyone.  I don’t care if he doesn’t mask outside as long as he’s not in close proximity, but he was kind of in close proximity and let me tell you no one is more uncomfortable in a mask than I but I suck it up when I’m around people or in a store.  But I find there’s a certain type of Israeli who is just that – selfish, self-absorbed, and above all, loud.  More irritating than the forty minutes it took me to finally do my banking was finding out the Studio City branch has reopened.  There I would have been in and out in ten minutes.  Well, now I know.  As to the Israeli cretin, I wish him nothing but rancid lox and matzoh balls.

Other than that, the day was okay.  I did get a bit more than eight hours of sleep, so that was good.  Once up, I dealt with a couple of unpleasant e-mails, then went to the bank.  Once done with that, I came right home, needing to not be in the 100-degree heat any longer.  I did some work on the computer, some Kritzerland show stuff, got some fun stuff in regard to the mystery project, and then I made my meal o’ the day – a cube steak and a really small baked potato with whipped butter (less calories in whipped butter).  It was all very good and very calorie friendly.  I had a bagel with it.

After that, I did more work on the computer, some work at the piano, and began choosing a couple of songs for the big anniversary show.  I’m holding off asking any more potential guests until I get word this week about the big gun I’ve gone after.  I’m praying it works out.  After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I tried, once again, for about twentieth time, to watch Fritz Lang’s Indian epic, The Tiger of Eschnapur and The Indian Tomb, released as separate films in Germany, but edited together and cut way down in the US and retitled Journey to the Lost City.  I’ve watched the first ten minutes of each movie repeatedly and I just can’t get with them, much as I love and revere Fritz Lang.  Last night, I did manage to watch forty minutes of The Tiger of Eschnapur so that was a big deal.  But I just don’t find any of it compelling, story-wise.  Lang’s direction is fine, the actors are fine, the sets are fine, but it just never seems to go anywhere interesting.  I guess I’ll continue the slog this evening.

After that, I listened to music, specifically the symphonies of Felix Weingartner, which I’m finding delightful.  He was mostly a renowned conductor, rather like Bruno Walter, but he considered himself a composer first.  Interestingly, I’d already discovered that Walter had written a symphony, which I heard on the Tube of You and which I didn’t find all that interesting.  But these are really good, filled with nice tunes, well thought out and beautifully performed, all six of them, which I also grabbed from YouTube.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages and mail, I’ll make tuna sandwiches for the meal o’ the day (at least I think I will – I could slide that to Wednesday and do Wacky Noodles or some faux chicken stroganoff – we’ll see how I feel), I’ll choose more songs for our regular performers in the September show, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is more of the same, plus deciding which night we’ll do our Facebook and YouTube Live test – either Thursday or Friday, and otherwise it’s all getting everything ready for our Sunday show, which we’re all very excited about.  This one’s been a little difficult in terms of our five guests but while it was touch and go for a while with a couple, in the end it all worked out fine.

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 packages and mail, eat, choose songs, and then watch, listen, and relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: During this weird time in which we’re living, have you had to call out anyone for bad behavior, mask-wise or any otherwise-wise?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to never have a little turd like the cretin today near me again in any way, shape, or form.

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