Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much nauseous fish, writing these here notes as one must do if one is a notes writer. I’ll explain the nausea in a bit. One simply cannot explain the nausea this early for it is unseemly. I did actually watch something last evening, a new documentary on the Max entitled Telemarketers. It’s about the people who call you saying they’re part of the Policeman’s Benevolent Society or variations on that name, asking for donations to help the police. That scam has been going on since the late 1990s. I realized it was a scam the first time they called me, and I never fell for it. Of course, three hours of this documentary is an hour too long. There’s a lot of footage of the office of the scammers from the early 2000s, when the people who made the documentary began making home videos there. Drugs, alcohol and a whole lot of lying to people was the order of the day. The people who came up with the idea made humungous amounts of money because the police only got 10% if anything at all. What we find out later is that the police were complicit in it, even suggesting scripts that allowed people to say they WERE the police. And the police unions, too. Of course, not one person will speak to these people from either the police or the union. They go everywhere and no one will help. So, the scam continues to this day and it’s outrageous that lawmakers don’t do anything about it. Not a single arrest has ever been made. The two main people in this thing are not that likeable, which is a problem, and of course the drug stuff, for me, is a total turnoff. I recommend it just so you can see how corrupt this all is. It’s three one-hour episodes. All right, let’s get to the nausea, which is my own damn fault. I had pasta with butter, cheese, and onions for food at around 12:30. At around six I decided to get a sweet and DoorDash had this interesting promotion that you could save eight bucks ordering before five. So, I got two cupcakes and a sugar cookie from Big Sugar Bakeshop, which is a chain. The first time I got stuff from there was great. The second time, not as good and they stopped making the one I liked best. The third time, the cupcakes seemed a little bit not fresh but the cookie was fine. So, I took a chance using the promotion. Price was right. Cupcakes and cookie were not. Cupcakes were stale as can be, probably made two days ago, put in the fridge and then sat out all day. I ate them because they were small and I paid for them. The cookie was the same, stale as stale can be. So, I went to Yelp where I’d already left them a five-star review and a follow up two-star review. This time I was scathing and left a one-star review. I told them that if this turned into full blown food poisoning, I was going to come to their place of business in Studio City (just down the street from Art’s Deli) and vomit on the ground in front of everyone. It may well be food poisoning given my current nauseous state. I also left them a scathing one-star review on DoorDash. On Yelp, there are quite a few good reviews from years ago, so clearly not this location, which has only been there a couple of years. Disgusting.
Yesterday was okay. I got seven hours of sleep, was up at eleven, answered e-mails, did a few things that needed doing, made the pasta and ate it – very good – and then I worked on the project with David Wechter. Then I had the bad cupcakes and cookie, after which I watched the three-part documentary. And here I am, filled with unremitting nausea, writing these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll eat something, I’ll do work on the project with David Wechter, I’ll do prep work on Doug’s play and 70, Girls, 70, and then I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same plus other stuff and I’m still hoping to get proofer two’s stuff so I can get it entered and then get the book prepared.
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, eat, work on a project, prep, 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, promising I will NEVER EVER return to Big Sugar Bakeshop.