Well, dear readers, I must write these notes in a hurry, for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I really need some good sleep before arising. So, let us not dip our little toe in the notes, let’s just dive right in with nary a care about content, if that’s even a word we can use to describe what’s in these here notes. So, let me begin the beguine by saying I just had a little evening snack of chicken soup and french fries from Mel’s Diner and while I didn’t really need the fries, I have to say the soup was fantastic and very helpful in the cutting of phlegmballs. And let me just say that prior to that I did manage to watch a “thriller” I’d never seen, entitled Twisted, starring Ashley Judd, Andy Garcia, and Samuel L. Jackson. Rather than dwell on it, let’s just say it’s a horribly horrible, ineptly written picture, directed by a highly respected director named Philip Kaufman. Did no one at Paramount or the creatives both to, I don’t know, call me crazy, read the script? This film gives stupid a whole new name and I must say that Ashley Judd was the queen of this type of film back then and they were all duds which is probably why her career never went where it might have (she does play herself in last year’s She Said). She plays a hard-drinking, promiscuous cop just made detective and then people she’s had one-nighters with start dying. Every night, she drinks a gallon of wine and blacks out. Now, wouldn’t you think that a person smart enough to become a lead detective on a case might just think is someone putting something in my wine? Wouldn’t you just think that? And yet, never occurs to her. Her partner, Andy Garcia, acts strangely, the police psychiatrist acts strangely. Why? So some dumbster in the audience might think it’s them? There’s only one person it can be and all you have to do is look at the billing to know who it is. If a writer cannot write a believable character who you actually need to root for, then that person is not a writer and yet some fool at Paramount bought the script. Go know. I don’t put much stock in Rotten Tomatoes and find that site reprehensible, but this film has one of the lowest scores of any film ever made, two percent on Rotten Tomatoes. And while of course it lost a lot of money, the reported grosses are laughable. Watch this one at your own peril.
Yesterday was a day, for sure. I only got about five hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, and then showered and was on my way for a lunch at the Coral Café. That was fun. I had a chicken salad sandwich and coleslaw and for some reason the sandwich wasn’t as packed with chicken salad as it usually is because they put a bunch of tomatoes on it, which has never been the case. Now I know to say no tomatoes or, to put it another way, yes, we have no tomatoes. That’s why I finally had a snack in the evening – a little sandwich just wasn’t quite enough food for the day.
Then I went to the mail place and picked up nothing of consequence, then came home. I proofed a bit, had a couple of telephonic conversations and then watched the movie. After that, I proofed a bit more and ordered the soup and fries.
Today, I’ll be up by eight-thirty and out the door by nine. I’ll go have a light breakfast of some sort and I’ll have the hard copy of the book to proof – I may even finish proofing because I do have time to kill. Certainly, I’ll be there for two hours. I’ll do stuff, go to Gelson’s and get some drinks, and then come home by noon. If I haven’t finished proofing, that’s what I’ll be doing for the rest of the day. In the evening, I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll be up by eleven-thirty and then I’ll be on my way to Marshall Harvey’s abode to see the first cut of episode nine and then we’ll finesse whatever we feel needs finessing. After I get home, a pianist will come over and we’ll rehearse the song I’ll be singing at the Robby Awards. Then I can relax. Starting on Monday, I’ll be entering all my fixes, as well as the fixes of the two proofers. Once all that’s done, I’ll send a PDF to a person who’ll be blurbing the book and I’m hoping to have at least two others blurb it, too. So, we’re moving right along, book-wise. I’ll also have some meetings and meals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight-thirty and out the door by nine, I must have a light breakfast, proof, do a quick Gelson’s run, come home, proof until I’m finished, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite eighties and nineties thrillers? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, having the new knowledge to say, yes, we have no tomatoes.