Well, dear readers, I have a breaking news alert and bombshell reporting to share with you: I have eaten a Marie Callender’s frozen chicken pot pie. Well, I microwaved it first, as I cannot imagine eating a frozen chicken pot pie would be good for the old intestines. Otherwise, I am listening to Elie Siegmeister’s charming bit of Americana know as Ozark Set, as conducted by Mr. Mitropoulos. Prior to that, I watched two more episodes of I Am a Stalker and I stand by what I said yesterday. I wrote down what I said yesterday, placed it next to me, and therefore I am standing by what I said yesterday, which was that the “style” or “template” of these Netflix docuseries as they’re called now, is so irritating that it negates the episodes. Amusingly, each episode is directed by a different person, but you’d sure never know that from watching, as they all look and sound exactly the same. As I said before, if you removed all the pointless arty shots of skies, barbwire fences, prison towers, leaves, fields, houses, flowers, shrubbery, windows, and cars driving, along with the endless shots of victims doing things that they would not be doing if the director hadn’t asked them, and also shots of the stalkers in jail, sitting down and looking goofy because the director said something to them to get them to look like that and then of course we don’t hear that part, we just see the result. I find it noxious, frankly. So, take away all that and I believe each forty-five-minute episode would run about fifteen minutes. Anyway, I think I’m done with this docuseries.
Yesterday was okay. I got only six hours of sleep. Once up, I had e-mails to answer and answer them I did. Then at noon o’clock I had a telephonic conversation with Richard Allen, and we made a couple of adjustments to an orchestration and talked through a couple of things that are left to do.
Then I got ready and at one people arrived for a play-through of the Elmer Bernstein concert. It’s pretty much what it was, with a couple of deleted numbers and one cut down suite. At three, Robert Yacko and Maegan McConnell arrived, and we ran their vocal stuff, and I adjusted a couple of things in terms of arrangements. After we finished, Robert and I went over to Art’s Deli for food. He had an omelet and I had a patty melt and some sweet potato fries – very good it was. Then we walked over to the CVS so I could get some Claritin-D only to find the pharmacy closed. We walked across the street to the other CVS (yes, there are two CVS stores literally across the street from each other – go know), only to find the pharmacy closed. So, we drove to the twenty-four-hour CVS two minutes from me, and I was able to get some there, but not the amount or kind I wanted. Their system wouldn’t allow me to buy the twenty-four-hour kind for unknown reasons. You’re allowed to buy them every two weeks and it certainly had been two weeks. They seemed to be having issues with their machines and perhaps it was that, because it allowed me to purchase the twelve-hour kind – but she gave me the smallest amount, ten pills, rather than the larger size – I didn’t notice that until I got home. The first machine we were doing the transaction on froze and we had to go to another register and machine. So, something was up with their system, but now I can’t buy again for two weeks. Then I came home.
I watched the two arty episodes and had had enough, and then I began listening to music after watching a couple of YouTube videos.
Now, I am not a Twitter person. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, am not a Twitter person. Yes, I have two count them two Twitter accounts and I use both for one purpose only – to announce new CD titles and frankly I haven’t even been doing that recently. Other than that, I have never made a post to Twitter. I do not understand Twitter or the appeal. And now, Mr. Elon Jovan Musk has purchased it and is, from what I’ve read, going to happily allow all free speech to flourish, meaning hate speech, misinformation, bots, fake accounts, trolls. This man is seriously misguided, in my opinion. Then again, it seems like this is all a game to him, just as it seems he will tire of the game because he can’t seem to concentrate on anything for more than twelve seconds. Many people have already disabled their accounts just as I’m going to get rid of mine, but even if a hundred million people got rid of their accounts, that would leave another hundred million fake troll and bot accounts. Twitter is very much responsible for where this world is. I wish it could be nuked off the face of the Internet. It allows every sick, deluded idiot to spout untruths, hate, racism, well, anything their sick little nauseating souls desire. At least with the original owner, hate speech was not allowed, nor was misinformation. But now, thanks to the entitled Mr. Musk, that all changes. So, farewell to Twitter and all it stands for.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, and then I’m having a ME day of relaxing and clearing the old cranium so I start the new week and month fresh as a daisy. I shall roam around the home environment in my sleeping attire, I’ll eat something amusing (I’m going to try for a healthy week of eating), and of course I’ll watch stuff and listen to stuff and I don’t care who knows it or even who nose it.
Tomorrow, I’ll adjust portions of the Bernstein commentary, I’ll finish choosing songs and get the singers their music, there’ll be a few meetings and meal, I shan’t be handing out Halloween treats (we get very few people anyway), we’ll hopefully ship the errant and truant CDs, and I’ll do whatever else needs doing. We have a band rehearsal on Saturday – not sure if I’ll attend or not. Then on Sunday we’ll convene at the home in the Hollywood Hills where we’re doing the show and get everything set up and we’ll run through stuff until people begin arriving. The concert is at seven and will hopefully be over by nine. They’re talking about having a Q&A after – don’t know if I want to take part in that. We shall see.
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, have a ME day, relax, eat, watch stuff and listen to stuff. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that I will soon be a Twitter quitter.