Well, dear readers, it is very late so I must write these here notes in a hurry. It is very late, notes-wise, because I, BK, went down the damn YouTube rabbit hole again, this time with a bunch of doggie rescue videos, not to mention the rather fascinating cross-examination of Miss Amber Heard. Whatever way your particular wind blows in this case, what is blatantly clear is that Ms. Heard’s attorneys are really irritating on just about every level, and the woman who cross-examined Heard on behalf of Mr. Depp is really good and I hope she continues to complete the cross-examination. The other thing that’s blatantly clear is that Ms. Heard is playing to the jury rather than actually responding to the person asking the questions. It’s so obvious and so annoying. Plus, there’s a lot of schmacting going on and a lot of purported emotional crying sans a single tear. Whoever is coaching her should find another job. But once you go down these damn rabbit holes it is hard to extricate yourself from them, but I have indeed extricated myself and here I am, writing these here notes at long last. Whilst doing so, Mr. Mitropoulos is finishing up a fine performance of Tchaikovsky’s sixth symphony, a wonderful symphony filled with famous tunes. And in beautiful stereophonic sound to boot. Prior to the rabbit hole and the listening, I did watch two count them two things on the Flix of Net – I may have watched something else, but I can’t remember, but more about that in a moment. The first thing I watched was a new documentary about the college admissions scandal of a few years ago – it’s fascinating and not too long, but it’s another of those Netflix documentary things with recreations by actors and in this case the rather incredible fact that they got a name actor to play Rick Singer – Matthew Modine, or as Jiminy Glick’s two boys are named, Matthew and Modine. It’s amazing how little jail time anyone got, and Mr. Singer has still, as of this documentary, not been sentenced. Ah, he has indeed been sentenced – fifteen months in jail. The second thing I watched was entitled What Lies Below, a low-budget “thriller” that, forty-six minutes in, turns into a low-budget sci-fi thriller. It’s horrible, but I do recommend it if you want to see two the worst performances ever put on film, by the male lead and the woman who plays mom, who has been in quite a few things and yet is so annoyingly bad in this. The lead teen girl who’s probably not a teen is promising. But the dialogue. The plot. The silliness. And the ending, which is completely unsatisfying in just about every possible way.
Yesterday was a day of malaise and I’ve been having these days of malaise for the past week, ever since our show closed. I have to get over it as of today – I’ve let too many things slide because I’ve had this malaise where I just don’t want to do much of anything. But mark my words, today there will be no malaise nor will there by mayonnaise. I only got about four hours of sleep. I kept trying to fall back asleep to no avail. Avail was a fail and so I had to bail on the avail fail, which was beyond both the pale and the pail. In fact, I never left the house. I had preordered two meals because I had a credit to use up on DoorDash. The first meal arrived at noon-thirty – a BLTA and a few onion rings – cold but tasty. You simply can’t order anything hot that’s thirty minutes away, at least from certain places who simply have no clew how to keep food hot in a proper container that retains heat. The second meal arrived at three o’clock. I wasn’t even hungry but I ate it anyway – a small bacon, egg, and cheese burrito with guacamole on the side. I think all that together wasn’t over 1000 calories. I did do a few things on the computer, but mostly I sat here like so much fish, glassy-eyed, discontented, and suffering from the malaise.
Then I watched the two things, which took up most of the evening, and then I went down the aforementioned YouTube rabbit hole, and now here I am, scurrying and hurrying to get these here notes posted.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages (I believe the softcover is arriving today), I’ll eat something light but fun – perhaps a salad of some sort – I’ll read, I’ll write, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax, and there will be no suffering from a malaise.
The rest of the week will be more of the same, choosing the last couple of songs (so far, I’ve gotten the singers all the music for the songs that have been chosen), we’ll do a rehearsal schedule, and I will damn well be productively productive, and I don’t care who knows it.
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, eat, read, write, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Have you ever suffered from days of malaise and, if so, how did you get past it? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, knowing the days of malaise are at an end.