Well, dear readers, it has come to my attention that we have been nominated for a plethora of Broadway World awards for L.A. Now and Then, oh, yes, it has come to my attention and, as we all know, attention MUST be paid. Here’s what I wrote on the Facebook: We’re nominated for many Broadway World awards for L.A. Now and Then. Well, nominated isn’t really the right word, and I’ll just leave it at that It’s a popularity contest, of course, and the person who can get the most friends, family, and co-workers to vote for them wins. But, of course, I have no shame in this regard, nor do any of my wonderful, adorable, wildly talented friends who have also been “nominated.” So, I will now need 10,000 of my nearest and dearest friends, family, and co-workers to go vote – we’re nominated, I believe, in every single musical category – best musical, best ensemble, several of our people are up for best performer, I’m up for best director, the wonderful Cheryl Baxter is up for best choreography, and we’re up in sets, lighting, sound, musical direction, the whole enchilada from Casa Vega. Congrats to our wonderful cast and all who worked on the show. So, here’s the link to go vote. And please tell 10,000 of your nearest and dearest to also vote for us in every musical category. Put it on Instagram, too. Just go to every musical and performance category and check the box that references L.A. Now and Then. And go! Here’s what I did not write on Facebook: Nominated isn’t the right word because there are no nominations – you put yourself up for whatever and that’s how you’re nominated. And yet, I see many friends and colleagues on the Facebook saying how honored they are to be nominated – why? We all know how this works, why act like it’s some honor to put yourself up for an award? But it’s always fun to be “nominated” for something. We’ve never actually won because in the end people simply have bigger avenues of friends who’ll vote and there’s no way to really fight that. I know that a couple of years ago, some idiot group paid a service to get themselves votes. That’s how it goes with this, but do vote, just for the halibut. Here is the actual handy-dandy link to vote.
Otherwise, I am just sitting here like so much Japanese fish, having eaten some teriyaki chicken bits, some tempura bits, and some rice bits. I ate that ninety minutes ago and am still quite full from it. I’m listening to John Williams’ wonderful score to A.I., the Stephen Spielberg film. That is quite suitable when I’m writing these here notes, which are, of course, filled with artificial intelligence, if you get my meaning, which I know you do because who is more with it than you dear readers? No one, that’s who. Have you voted yet. You really must. But do NOT click on the thing that says “START” – that is bogus and an advertisement. Below that is a little box to put in your e-mail address and start voting – that’s what you want and what you want is that. I did attempt to watch two motion pictures and succeeded in watching one. I tried with Thirteen Lives, but the two-hour-twenty-minute run time made me shut it off. I may seek out the documentary about the event the film portrays – I hear that’s very good. The movie I did watch was quite abominable. It was entitled “Deception” and was released in 1993, under two different titles with two different running times. I thought it odd that I’d never heard of Deception but that’s because I knew it (but not seen it) under its original title, Ruby Cairo. Starring Andie MacDowell, Liam Neeson, and Viggo Mortenson, the film was a box-office disaster in its original limited run. So, apparently, they retitled it, cut twenty minutes, added some narration that’s completely out of nowhere and completely unnecessary, as it’s just reiterating what we see on the screen. Maybe things were spelled out more blatantly before the film was shortened – who knows? It now runs eighty-nine minutes but actually more like eighty-five sans end credits. It’s a long slog even at eight-five minutes – I can’t imagine what the other twenty minutes was, but if I cared I believe they were restored for DVD (and presumably Blu-ray). I knew the original title because I have the soundtrack by John Barry, surely one of his worst scores – most of the music in the film is ethnic and not by him. In the cut I watched, I can’t imagine there’s more than twenty minutes of his music. Anyway, Ms. MacDowell says that director Graeme Clifford was stoned for the entire shoot.
Yesterday was another day of okay and irritants in equal measure. Several really irritating e-mails and messages to deal with were the irritants. I got nine hours of sleep, so that was nice. I ended up making about five ounces of noodles with butter and cheese. It was fine, but I did get hungry later on so ordered the Japanese food – it was pretty good.
I made the mistake of going to YouTube – it was victim impact statement day for the Darrell Brooks trial. For the first time, he identified himself by name instead of his sovereign citizen BS – so, I thought maybe he’ll be good and just let them have their say before his people got up and spoke on his behalf – he’d told the judge weeks ago that there’d be more than twenty – there’ll be three today and that’s it. But he couldn’t just listen – as the heartbreaking statements were read, one after another, about twelve of them, he sat there like the maniac he clearly is, rolling his eyes, pretending to read the Bible, hands clasped in prayer – and when the statements got really emotional with people breaking down, he applauded, as if they were giving a performance. And then, he opened his mouth after one statement and tried to interrupt the proceedings – this time, the judge wasn’t fooling around and she told him to be quiet or she’d remove him from the courtroom. One parent had had enough and screamed, “Listen to her, you piece of (fill in the blank)”. The judge had to oust the parent, then she removed Mr. Brooks from the courtroom, let the parent back in, and then a few minutes later, Mr. Brooks contritely asked to be let back in and said he would do no further interruptions. He didn’t, but he did continue to roll his eyes heavenward and make with the expressions (masked), shaking his head, and making several statement-givers to call him out on his disgusting behavior. So, his three people will speak, he’ll get to speak (hopefully the judge will not let that go on for hours) and then he’ll be sentenced, and I believe it will be the strongest sentence possible by law. Then I watched and the rest you know and if you haven’t voted yet, you really must.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, then I’ll find the nearest Home Depot and go and try to find a replacement aerator, the broken piece – thanks to dear reader ChasSmith, I know what it’s actually called. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up some packages, probably have to deal with some stuff I’d much rather not deal with, and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, and then I’m not sure what’s happening on the weekend.
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, go to Home Depot and hopefully find the replacement aerator, eat, hopefully pick up some packages (I know there’s at least one screener coming), and then 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, as I continue to get out the vote, so vote Bru.