Well, dear readers, I have breaking bombshell news for you so hold on to your hats and whoa, Nellie because it is February. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is February, and it is my fervent hope and prayer that February will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. Now, how many of you pronounce the first R in February. I do. Anyway, a hearty and hale hello to February. The final day of January wasn’t so bad. I got a bit over eight hours of sleep, answered e-mails, and began fixing the em dashed in the new book. You see, when I’m writing, I don’t do the em dashes, I do this – like that. Normally, I then do a global and replace with this —. But for some stupid reason it only found about half of them so I’m having to go through the entire thing looking for the ones it didn’t do. Very time consuming and idiotic. Then Marshall Harvey came over and we watched his 1973 student film, Together Again. Stephen Nathan looked very young, but much like he’d look two years later when we did The First Nudie Musical. There were a few very enticing views of 1973 downtown L.A. – Bunker Hill, no Music Center, and the Burbank Theater on Main Street. It was fun to see it. We then went to Barone’s and split their medium pepperoni pizza and I had a little dinner salad to start. So good on every lever especially level three. Then we stopped at the mail place – one important envelope was there but the more important important envelope was not. Hopefully, it will be there today. Then I came home and continued the hunt for the em dashes. I’m on page 150 right now. I did watch a motion picture last night and it was truly terrible – Jennifer on My Mind, from 1971. I watched it because Tippy Walker from The World of Henry Orient is in it. Based on a novel by Roger L. Simon, the screenplay is by Erich Segal (yes, Mr. Love Story), and it’s directed by Noel Black. Apparently, it had a disastrous preview and was much tinkered with, but nothing would have helped this sorry excuse for a movie. Tippy is okay as a drug addict, Michael Brandon is an actor, for me, with zero appeal, and the only amusing thing in it are the two friends who are pumping heroin into our heroine – played by Barry Bostwick and Jeff Conaway. Oh, and as a drugged-out taxi driver – Robert De Niro. The script has one laughable line of dialogue after another, nothing makes any sense, and the ending is absurd. Oh, and earlier in the day, I took matters into my own hands and chopped off quite a bit of unkempt hair. I’m sure I did a poor job but at least I look somewhat human.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll finish the hunt for the em dashes, I’ll try to do a little writing, I already know I’m having a smash burger for food, I’ll call the mail place and hopefully the important envelope will be there and if it is I’ll go pick it up and then cash it, then make a deposit. After that, I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is whatever it is, Saturday’s lunch meeting has been pushed a week, which is fine, I’m trying to arrange a rehearsal for the Robby Awards but have not heard back from the musical director, who I texted – he’d best get back to me, that’s all I have to say about that. I’m certainly not in the mood to chase him. Sunday is the Robby Awards, and then next week is busy.
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, hunt for em dashes, write, eat, hope that the important envelope is there and if it is do some banking, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could bring back one thing from your childhood, what would it be and why that? Can be a restaurant, shop, playground, movie theater – anything. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland as I bid a hearty and hale hello to February.