Well, dear readers, here we are at the witching hour, the hour when witches run amok with their magic and frankly I think we could all use some witches running amok with their magic or maybe WE should all run amok with OUR magic and confound the HELL out of them witches. At the very least, perhaps we should all just run amok, with gay abandon, prancing about like faerie sprites in our undergarments whilst drinking Sprite in honor of the faerie sprites, and I’m not sure if anyone has noticed that I, BK, have run amok in this very paragraph, what with talking about the witching hour and witches run amok and US running amok and the faerie sprites running amok. Did you know that amok spelled backwards is koma, and sometimes I feel like I’m IN a coma, while sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Otherwise, I’m sitting here like so much fish, listening to the delightful music of composer Ruth Gipps, whose music is lovely and tuneful – now playing, her wonderful piano concerto. I could just end the notes right here, frankly. I could just call it a day, but it doesn’t like to be called a day, it likes to be called an it, whilst the day doesn’t mind being called an it at all because the day knows it’s a day and not an it, so the day has no worries in that regard. Otherwise, I’m relaxing, and I don’t care who knows about it, and I don’t care that it knows about who.
Yesterday was an okay day as days go. I got up later than planned after about ten hours of sleep. I’d actually managed to be in bed by two-fifteen and asleep by two-thirty. That hasn’t happened in quite a while. Once up, I answered e-mails, listened to some stuff that needed listening, did some stuff that needed doing, and then the nice gent who lives in the back house asked if he could visit for a few minutes – sometimes humans just need human contact in this crazy time, so I was more than happy to oblige and we had a very nice chat and then I gave him the Dragon Tattoo trilogy to watch.
After that, I did a bit more work, then made two count them two tuna sandwiches on two count them two onion rolls and ate them all up – and they were really excellent. That was about 850 calories for the two, so well within my 1000 calories per day goal.
Then, all of a sudden, a bunch of stuff came in that I needed to deal with, all Kritzerland show related, including someone who hadn’t come through yet coming through. I dealt with it all in fine fashion, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a Blu and Ray entitled Cocoon, starring Don Ameche, Hume Cronyn, Jessica Tandy, Gwen Verdon, Wilford Brimley, Maureen Stapleton, Jack Gilford, and many others, directed by Ron Howard. I last watched the Blu-ray when it came out a decade ago. Prior to that, I’d only seen the film once and hadn’t thought much of it that first time. It’s aged well, but it just never quite does what it wants and tries to do. It’s almost like they said, “I’ll show ‘em I can make a Spielberg film,” and that’s what it constantly feels like, from the John Williams-esque score by James Horner, to the entire general feel of the film. But how can you lose with that cast? You can’t, is the short answer. This time around, for me the most impressive performance, which is really the heart of the film, was Brian Dennehey. And then there’s Steve Guttenberg, who almost kills the film – he’s one of my least favorite actors and his performance is just awful, in my opinion. There are some lovely sequences, and it’s even affecting a couple of times, but, you know, it was a pretty big hit and spawned a sequel, which I’ve never seen. The transfer seemed fine back in 2010 – the film never looked great in theaters and that transfer was very much like a print that would have been shown. But it really could use a fresh scan off the camera negative and I’d bet it would look much better. I enjoyed seeing it again. It’s also fascinating not being that far from the age of the characters now. Yikes and a half.
After that, I hadn’t been out of the house all day, so I took a nice twenty-five-minute drive. Once back home, I did a few more things on the computer, and then I began listening to the music of Ruth Gipps and relaxed. I believe that brings us right up to the witching hour so where are those damned faerie sprites?
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll do whatever needs doing, and then I’m getting a haircut at one-fifteen. After that, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, I may have tuna sandwiches again, and then it will be Kritzerland show stuff for a while until it’s time to watch, listen, and relax.
The weekend shouldn’t be too busy, just a few things to attend to, meals to eat, movies to watch, music to listen to, not necessarily in that order. Then next week is the big lead-up to our tenth anniversary show, including our one and only Facebook and YouTube Live test.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, do whatever needs doing, have a haircut, hopefully pick up packages, eat – perhaps tuna sandwiches again – do Kritzerland show stuff, and then watch, relax, and listen. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films from director Ron Howard, and your favorite films of Brian Dennehey? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as the witching hour is upon us and the faerie sprites will soon run amok as soon as they’re finished reading these here notes.