Well, dear readers, I am sitting here on an aeroplane, finally in the sky rather than on the ground. We sat on the ground for forty minutes whilst some paperwork was fixed because some inept wazoo did something wrong. Then it was another fifty minutes of sitting on the runway like so much fish because I guess planes had stacked up after we should have taken off forty minutes earlier. We took off in the nick of time because I was about to go berserk from sitting in a small seat, notwithstanding the extra legroom. My two seatmates are most irritating. The one next to the window noisily ate a smelly sandwich whilst we waited to take off. And moved things around in her paper bag, also noisily. The gal next to me noisily ate her fruity gummies whilst noisily getting them out of the bag. The three ladies across from me have not stopped coughing, whilst the fruity gummy gal has been sniffling relentlessly. I thought the idea was don’t travel if you’re not feeling well. But that would require people to behave like actual human beings. The woman directly across from me also ate some smelly food in a plastic container. We’ve been told drink service is starting. That was twenty minutes ago. We did get to the airport pretty quickly and the rain was abating by the time we arrived. After Karen Staitman checked her bag, it was the TSA line, but we were priority so it was a shorter line. It only took about forty minutes to finally get through. We stopped at the food court, and I had a little Philly cheesesteak sandwich that wasn’t half bad. On the other hand, it wasn’t half good. Then we sat and waited to board. Once on the plane we were informed there’d be a delay – they hoped it wouldn’t be too long. You know the rest of THAT story. Damn them, damn them all to hell.
I did get a bit over eight hours of sleep and that was a good thing. I showered, I packed, and was then picked up at 12:40. And that brings us up to date. I’m now eating MY fruity snacks, but sans noise. Sniffles Girl is eating a purchased cheese platter and noisily licking her fingers like a two-year-old. Napkins are apparently not a thing to her.
I have so many e-mails to answer when I’m home – it will probably take hours. I’ve eaten an entire bag of fruity snacks and am feeling both nauseous and fruity, not necessarily in that order. In any case, I shall return once home to finish these here notes.
And I am home, back home, in the home environment, which I call home. The flight was along and irritating in certain ways, but I am home and that is what counts. What is always counting things like me being home – I suppose it gives what some kind of perverse pleasure. Speaking of perverse pleasure, I am home.
I unpacked right away, ordered some Taco Bell from DoorDash and ate it when it arrived, and then, for the first time in ten days, I was able to listen to music whilst catching up on things, computer-wise. There is so much to catch up on and I can’t even think about doing that until today. And now, I am writing these here notes whilst listening to a delightful two-CD set of British film music. I’m quite a fan of British film music and I don’t care who knows it.
You know what’s funny? I’ll tell you what’s funny: I finally figured out what I’ve been doing wrong in scheduling the notes to post whilst in New York. I thought I’d figured it out, but because my brain was so fried by the time, I was ready to schedule them, it was always wrong. And the solution was so simple. And that was yesterday.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven or thereabouts, I’ll go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, I’ll do some banking, I’ll connect with Marshall Harvey about getting him the drive with everything we shot so he can begin having his assistant do his thing so Marshall can start editing. At some point, I’ll eat something, but mostly I’ll be catching up, forwarding orders, getting the final batch of Indiegogo perks out, scheduling our LA shoot, figuring out exact dates for Cindy Williams and Kerry O’Malley’s Face Time stuff (not really Face Time, it will just look like it), and trying to deal with a lot of crazy stuff that I’d rather not deal with.
The rest of the week is more of the same.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven or thereabouts, I must go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, I must do some banking, I’ll try to connect with Marshall Harvey to get him the drive, I’ll eat, I’ll catch up with all manner of things, and then I can watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you 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, so happy be home.