Well, dear readers, I am sitting here listening to Mr. Mitropoulos conduct various and sundried things whilst trying to ponder the imponderables. I mean, I am trying to ponder the imponderables, not Mr. Mitropoulos, who has been dead since 1960, the very year I saw Psycho, not that that has anything to do with the price of succotash. What the HELL is succotash anyway? Sweet corn, lima beans and other shell beans. And from that they come up with the name succotash. Color me baffled or color me Barbra, but succotash, for me, does not compute with sweet corn, lima beans and other shell beans. What the HELL am I talking about? I’m still in Facebook jail until sometime later today and I’m pretty irritated about it. I mean, saying a generalized “jerk” is hate speech. You want hate speech, Facebook, here: I HATE FACEBOOK, I HATE ZUCKERBERG, I HATE YOUR STINKING ALGORITHMS, and I wish someone would flush the whole vile thing down the toilet. And here’s the thing – they purposely – yes, PURPOSELY – show you threads that, based on their algorithms, will trigger you into engagement. They WANT that, they live for that, they thrive for that. And then when you do – it’s Facebook jail. It gets more stupid with each passing day. And so, I will no longer engage with any threads, save for perhaps the LA Photos and Theaters group. I will only post on my own page and only for promotion. That’s it. I wish a billion more people would do the same because let me tell you if that happened their inane algorithms would go the way of the dodo bird so fast it would make your head spin. End of THAT rant. I did watch a motion picture earlier in the evening entitled Countdown, a silly and rather poorly written and directed horror film without a single ounce of originality. It’s one of those “killer app” movies – an app that when downloaded will tell you the exact date and time of your death. That part’s fine. But the explanation for everything is so unrelentingly stupid you just sit there and shake your head. The director apparently has no ace up his sleeve other than fake-out scares or loud noises – I mean, how many times can you do the old loud noise coming from behind the shower curtain or closet door, only to have the curtain pulled back or door opened accompanied by blaring music to reveal – nothing. For this director, apparently there isn’t any limit. But it’s very short and had one actor I enjoyed, Elizabeth Lail, who I’d never heard of before.
Yesterday was very short due to falling asleep at five and sleeping until three, which I desperately needed. Thankfully, the Zoom thing with David Wechter was pushed to five so I had time to get my wits about me. Once I had wits, we did the Zoom thing for about thirty minutes, basically going over the final two scenes and making tiny fixes so that they now feel right. So, the next plan is we’ll both read through the first draft, make notes about cuts and fixes, and then sometime next week we’ll discuss all that and begin to figure out how we’re cutting forty-three pages out. I actually think it will not be that hard.
After the Zoom meeting, Grant Geissman came by to check out the toilet in the master bathroom – it’s making an unseemly noise and he ascertained that there’s a small leak in there – inside, not outside – and so he’ll have a plumber come and attend to it today or tomorrow. Then I made food – spaghetti with red sauce. That was very good, actually. Then I watched the movie, and then had a few chips and this squirrely stuff called Tostidos chili con queso thing in a jar. It’s actually not so horrible and kind of addictive, but I didn’t overdo it and it did hit the spot. And now, Mr. Mitropoulos is having his way with Morton Gould’s amazing Fall River Legend.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, which is a LOT, I’ll bank, I’ll eat something reasonable, and then I’ll mosey on over to the theater and we begin our final three performances of a show that’s brought much enjoyment to those who’ve seen it – and that makes me feel like we did something good and something right. After that, I’ll come home and get to bed as early as possible for she of the Evil Eye comes early in the morning.
Tomorrow, she of the Evil Eye comes early in the morning, and I’ll go do things – I can’t have a light breakfast because I’ll be going to dinner at five, but I’ll figure that out when I figure that out. Then I can relax until joining Peyton and her mom for food. I’ll leave the restaurant around six-fifteen or thereabouts and they’ll hang out and come to the theater an hour later. Then we do our penultimate performance. Sunday is our final performance, a matinee. And then come Monday I have some difficult decisions to make, but make them I will, simply because one must do so when one must do so.
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, bank, eat, and then see our show. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player or streaming device? I’ll start – CD, another 35 Mitropoulos CDs. Viewing – have no idea. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have made succotash out of these here notes.