Well, dear readers, as of around noon o’clock, we’re down to our last forty-eight hours of the campaign. And we’re turnin’ up the heat, we’re goin’ for the damn gold, we’re puttin’ on that last burst of speed, baby, as we bring this puppy home. Yesterday was, as I figured it would be, a slow Indiegogo day because of the hearings. People get very involved in that stuff (who can blame them) and don’t even go on Facebook. So, we had no action at all until around five o’clock. Then about six things went, but all small items that didn’t get us past our 123%. But then, just as I began writing these here notes, we had us a little more action, so I can happily say: 125%!!! Whew! So, keep spreadin’ the word, keep posting the comments, check out the few new perky perks I put up yesterday, and I’m not sure what rabbit I’ll pull out of the hat for our final two days, but there’ll be something. Perhaps an actual rabbit or an actual hat. Anyway, I’m hoping for some last-minute miraculous mighty miracles to take this puppy home. Here, like clockwork, is the linkilicious link.
I think I watched a movie last night. I think it was entitled Schizoid. One of the first Golan-Globus movies when they were very low-budget and truly awful. They bought Cannon Films in 1979, so this may have been one of the very first films they did here. And, as these things go, a film that cost barely $350,000 to make, grossed over eight million. It’s horribly written, ineptly directed, but has an interesting cast. The first mistake is when you have Klaus Kinski top-billed. He’s just too weird and perverse to ever be the lead in a film – EVER. Can’t recover from THAT blunder. But you also have a young Craig Wasson, Christopher Lloyd, and Richard Herd as a detective. You can’t imagine how awful this is – nothing makes sense – it’s all shot here in Los Angeles and yet you never have a clew as to where you are because the director apparently was either too foolish or dopey to actually let you see the geography. It was short, though. Oh, and one really must mention the horrible score by Craig Huxley, who was kind of a boy wonder in the late 1960s. He invented an instrument called the Blaster Beam and was big into synthesizers at the time of this film. And that’s what you get. You don’t really hear the score much because it’s mixed so far back, but you hear enough of it to hear the note-for-note Vertigo cascading notes that open that film.
Yesterday was a weirdly weird day. I’d eaten a burger and chili cheese fries around nine-thirty the night before. Something was rotten in Denmark or the chili or the burger, because I was quite nauseous, and nothing would digest properly. I went to bed at four, slept for maybe an hour or two, but that was it – I thought it was going to be very bad, but I popped a few Pepcids and just played on the computer till I felt a bit better, then got back into bed, fell asleep and stayed asleep until eleven-thirty. So, six hours or so, but blechhh.
Once up, I figured there’d have been no action and that proved to be correct. So, I hunkered down and watched the hearings, then went back and watched what I’d missed. Compelling, as always. I still wasn’t quite ready to eat, so I had a couple of telephonic conversations, then moseyed on over to Gelson’s and got some tuna and two onion rolls. I came home and made the tuna sandwiches and ate them and they were very good. Then we started to have some action, so that was energizing, then it was another telephonic call, then I watched Schizoid. I had a few cashews after that, and the rest you know, especially our late-night burst that got us to 125%.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll cheerlead, I’ll put up some new perky perk that will hopefully cause a stir or stir the pot or make someone happy. I’ll write, I’ll eat something light but fun – I actually could make another two tuna sandwiches if I’m feeling like that would be a good thing – but mostly I’ll be cheerleading like crazy for all the obvious reasons.
Tomorrow is more of the same as we begin our last twenty-four hours, and Friday morning we’ll bring this puppy home and hopefully with a big finish and seventy-six trombones leading the big parade.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, cheerlead, put up a few new perky perks that will hopefull cause a stir, I’ll eat, I’ll cheerlead, and then I can watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which go get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy we had our late-night burst of glory and hit 125% and hoping for dreamy dreams to come true as we head into our last forty-eight hours.