Well, dear readers, let’s just lay it on the damn line, shall we? Let’s just put it out there with no embellishments, shall we? Let’s just call it as it it, shall we? Yesterday sucked big fetid warts. Oh, it wasn’t a total and complete waste of a day, but it was damn close, with one terrible thing after another. I talked to other folks and I’m not the only one for whom the day sucked big fetid warts. I only got five hours of sleep, then spent some time getting one of our green screen songs to yet another person – we decided to change the “set” to something I wanted and didn’t get. But there was too much fringing in the green screen so we sent it to this guy who does green screen stuff for a living and he did his “keying” thing, sent it back to us and then Karen Staitman married that to our new “set” and I have to say it’s pretty perfect, with no sign at all of fringing, so that was one positive thing. Then I ordered the small pepperoni pizza thing – two weeks ago it was the price it had always been, $13.99. Last week it went up to $14.99. This week it went up to $15.99 and at that price it’s just not worth it for a tiny pizza. So, that’s the last of that and the only way I’d have it is if I went and picked it up. It arrived and I ate it and it was very good, as always. And then it began.
David Wechter and I received an e-mail from the folks we’ve been dealing with on our project. I read it first and went ballistic. Then David read it and we began going over it, point by point. We’re going to draw a line with this e-mail and if these people don’t want to honor that, then we move on. I can’t really say more about it but it was very irritating. While that was going on, I was getting a myriad of other calls and annoying texts, one after another. There are so many balls being juggled and it’s so hard to keep ‘em all in the air without having any of them fall to the ground. I wanted to just find a convenient cliff from which to take a flying leap, that’s what kind of lousy damn day it was. I think we all need to rid ourselves of damn days like that and perhaps springing forward tonight will do the damn trick because something has to.
I had no patience to watch anything, but I did doze off for about fifteen minutes. Then we got what should have been a nice last-minute miracle but which ended up being a partial miracle because no one knows how to do their jobs properly. But I appreciate even the partial miracle, obviously. Then I had a work session and that was okay but our new fellow has to do his homework and that’s not going to happen in time for the first rehearsal, so that will probably be a bit rough. I think he’ll be very good and he has all of next week open to work through stuff. After he left, I was on the phone for at least two hours with various and sundried people. It was just the most exhausting damn day and I’m glad it’s almost come to an end. I’m hoping for one last minute bit of decent news. And now I’m listening to a symphony by Jean-Michel Damase, because his music just makes me happy and such is the power of music.
Today, I’ll be up by eight-thirty and out the door by nine, as she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early. I’ll go have a light breakfast somewhere, then go to the mail place, then do a few other things, then come home. Marshall Harvey is coming by to pick up an external drive to put our hi-rez files on, which are all done now. Then those will all get uploaded to Amazon Prime early next week. After that, I’m hoping I can just relax for a bit, although there will be a telephonic conversation with David Wechter at some point. Then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be a damn ME day and I don’t care who knows it. Then on Monday there will be things that must be dealt with, we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal and I’ll be “dropping” our Sami trailer here and on Facebook. The rest of the week is Sami stuff with Amazon, hopefully getting the other blurbs for the book so we can announce the damn thing, Thursday is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, Saturday is an early stumble-through, then I’m seeing a matinee of The Secret Garden with one of our Kritzerland kids on as Mary. Sunday is sound check and show.
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, have a light breakfast somewhere, hopefully pick up some packages and/or mail at the mail place, come home, Marshall will pick up the external drive, I’ll have a hopefully not endless telephonic conversation, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: When you need your soul soothed, what music does the trick? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping there are no more days like this because who needs ‘em?