Well, dear readers, first things first because second things first is unseemly. I’ve canvassed you dear readers and it seems like a Zoom Q&A for Sami will work best this coming Sunday at 4:30 PDT/7:30 EDT, so mark your handy-dandy calendars and come take part. I’ll have as many cast members as we can in attendance, but I already know Sami Staitman will be there, and I’m sure some of our creative team will be there, too. We’ll have fun and then some more fun. I’ve marked my calendar and I’ll definitely be there, and we’ll reveal a few secrets that will be revealed nowhere else. Second things second, I must write these here notes in a hurry because there supposed to be posted right this very minute and I’m not even through paragraph one. So, I’ll just say that I did watch a documentary on HBO about actress Brittany Murphy, who died at the young age of thirty-two. It’s a fairly depressing story – while there are the usual conspiracy nuts out there still spewing their BS, her death was not suspicious. But we see her first as an irrepressible child, then an irrepressible teen, getting her first job. She’s not conventionally beautiful and that’s very refreshing. She’s who she is. She gets the film Clueless and walks away with it, pretty much. Big things in store. Other films come and she is on the cusp of stardom. And then Hollywood takes over and she’s not strong enough to deal with it, becoming obsessed with being what they want her to be rather than who she really is and it’s scary watching her succumb to it – losing way too much weight until she’s skin and bones, becoming difficult, drugs, changing her hair color every week, and then getting in a relationship with one of the biggest jerks ever put on the planet – an ugly, overweight, older man who then controls everything she does, shutting her off from the rest of the world. And by this time, she’s so weak as a person, she allows it. She should have had medical attention weeks before she died, but the cretin doesn’t get it for her, while mom, who apparently likes the cretin, sits there and does nothing until it’s too late. Hugely culpable in all this are people like Ted Casablanca (Bruce Bibby) and Perez Hilton. The latter seems like he’s having difficulty living with himself these days because of what he did back then. I believe that’s called karma. It’s one of those template documentaries filled with silly, extraneous, nonsensical recreations and cutesy interview intros. Worst of all, is the cretin’s mother, sitting there, deluded, refusing to admit her son could have possibly been the cretin con man he so clearly was.
Yesterday was fun in certain ways. I was up at eleven after eight hours of sleep, answered e-mails, attended to some Sami stuff, shaved and showered, got no galley and wrote again – if I don’t have an ETA today, then I get tough and difficult because this is not the way it happens, not with me. Then I shaved and showered, then I moseyed on over to Donald Feltham’s home environment and home studio to do The Broadway Radio Show. We covered a lot of terrain – Sami, my experiences with Stephen Sondheim, playing songs from the various recordings, the new book, and then some upcoming Kritzerland stuff. I had fun and there’s quite a lot of funny anecdotes throughout. Hope you’ll tune in this Sunday and give it a listen.
After that, I went directly to Ralph’s, got some Eyetalian pinwheels for food and a little chef salad for later in the evening, and some Diet Coke, came home, ate the pinwheels, which were good but which do get boring after a bit, and then I watched the documentary, after which I had a couple of telephonic calls, hence the lateness of these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven again, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll hopefully get an ETA on the galley so I don’t have to go to bad BK land, I’ll post on Facebook about Sunday’s Q&A, I’ll contact cast members to see if they can show up, I’ll check with the mail place to see if anything’s there, I’ll eat something at some point, and then I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow we have a casting session at seven, then I’m not sure what will be on the weekend, then Sunday we’ll do our Q&A and that I’m very much looking forward to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, do whatever needs doing, hopefully get an ETA, post on Facebook, check with the mail place, eat, 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 where, first things first, I shall hopefully have pleasant dreams for a change.