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August 27, 2020:

WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

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Well, dear readers, did you know that when all is said and done that all is said and done?  Where else on all the Internet can you find such profound and deep mutterings such as did you know that when all is said and done that all is said and done?  Nowhere, that’s where.  With this information always at hand, you will be able to deal with any situation, such as when the moon hits your eye it’s a big pizza pie, that’s amore.  Has the moon ever hit your eye and, if so, was it indeed a pizza pie and if so was it a plain or pepperoni pizza, thin crust or thick, and did the assault of the moon on your eye with a pizza pie result in amore.  If the answer to that question is yes, you may want to seek out a therapist who can help you.  At this time, I have no idea what the HELL I’m talking about, I haven’t eaten since 1:30 when I had a Chinese chicken salad and so I’ve been a bad BK and just ordered a couple of things from Jack in the Box to satisfy my rumbling tummy.  I hope I don’t regret it.  My Rumbling Tummy – that’s the title of my next novel, a story of a tummy performing The Rumble from West Side Story.  This, dear readers, is what is known as free associating, which, for me, is better than paid associating.  You know, where your mind, such as it may be, just jumps from thing to thing as one subject leads to another without any thought or deliberation.  I think I’m already regretting the Jack in the Box order, but I’ll eat it no matter what.  And we’ll see if they actually get it right this time.  Won’t that be a refreshing change of pace?  In other news, I am sitting here like so much fish, having finished another small box set of conductor Jean Martinon’s ten recordings with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra – all excellent and some very unusual repertoire, which was actually nice – enough with the Beethoven and Mozart, neither of which you will find in this set.  But you will find an Edgar Varese piece and a Frank Martin piece, a Peter Mennin symphony I quite enjoyed, some Bartok – there’s some regular stuff, too – some rather ravishing Ravel and the like.  Ten CDs, not unwieldy, and excellent remasterings, all with original jackets, both front and back, and an excellent booklet.  I don’t know how they sell these things for twenty bucks, but they do.

Yesterday was yet another day that was a day. Nothing of any import happened, really.  Well, I got up after eight hours of sleep, so that was important.  Once up, I did whatever needed doing, I answered e-mails, I nudged a couple of unresponsive email receivers (nudging will become badgering shortly), and then I ordered food – a Chinese chicken salad.  That arrived thirty minutes later, and it was most excellently excellent.  After that, I did work on the computer, ascertained there was no mail or packages, did some Kritzerland show work, watched something someone asked me to watch, which I found extremely amateurish and on some new platform that I don’t understand at all called Twitch.  I mean, who can keep all this stuff straight – Instagram now has streaming shows, Tik Tok I don’t get at all, and Twitch is a mystery to me.  But whatever makes people happy, I suppose.  And then at some point I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched yet another motion picture on Blu-ray that I never actually watched, another Twilight Time disc, entitled Beat the Devil.  I’ve seen parts of it before and have never gotten through it.  This was a restoration of its original version, so that was nice and after years in public domain HELL, it was nice to see it looking so nice.  But looking nice doesn’t really help the movie itself, which is just a smart-ass thing that doesn’t really work at all.  Some have proclaimed it a spoof of The Maltese Falcon, but spoofs are supposed to be, I don’t know, call me crazy, funny, which this really isn’t.  Oh, it has a chuckle or two, but mostly it just labors along and clearly the script was written as they filmed and I’m sure everyone was having a fine old time getting paid and on location.  The cast is, of course, starry – Humphrey Bogart, Jennifer Jones, Peter Lorre – but when all is said and done, it just didn’t add up to much of anything and, in fact, by the end it was just irritating.  The film was a huge bomb when it came out, so naturally everyone now proclaims it a masterpiece.  It’s not, at least not for me.

After that, I took a drive, realized I must put gas in the motor car and so I’ll go looking for a reasonable station today, then I came home, listened to music, relaxed, and ordered Jack in the Box, which just arrived and they did indeed get the order right.  And so, I eat whilst listening to the amazing Jacqueline Du Pre do a terrific cello concerto by a composer I’ve never heard of named Georg Mathias Monn.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll put gas in the motor car, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, then I’ll do Kritzerland show work, nudge and/or badger a few more people, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.

Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye comes, so I’ll go do stuff, and then it will be more of the same.  I’m glad I won’t have to get up early on Saturday morning, and I’m not sure what the weekend holds but I suppose I’ll know soon enough.

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, put gas in the motor car, hopefully pick up packages and an important envelope, do Kritzerland show stuff, nudge and/or badger, then watch, listen, and relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Mr. Humphrey Bogart and Miss Jennifer Jones?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy in the knowledge that when all is said and done all is said and done.

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