Well, dear readers, we had us some official April showers yesterday, on and off for most of the day and early evening, finally tapering off around nine o’clock. So I stayed in the warm and cozy home environment and was a lazy lout. First of all, I didn’t get to bed until after five in the morning, so I slept until after one – about eight hours in all. Once up, I answered e-mails, grabbed some music from the Tube of You – more Philippe Rombi – then ordered food from Panda Express. Normally, I get the three-item plate, but instead I got the smaller two-item plate, which actually contains four items. I got the orange chicken and Kung Pao chicken as my two items, and two helpings of the chow mein instead of white rice and chow mein. It arrived around twenty minutes later and I ate it all up. the Kung Pao was a bit spicier than I care for, otherwise it was a decent enough meal. After that, I listened to some of the music I grabbed and then I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched a motion picture, another French film from France entitled Boite Noire (Black Box), a paranoid thriller, the kind we used to get in the 1970s, this one about an expert at deciphering Black Boxes from plane crashes. It’s really an excellent thriller of the old style and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Even the ending, which is almost satisfying save for one tiny thing, is very 1970s. I don’t want to say too much, because the less you know the more fun these kinds of movies are. I hadn’t loved the score when I first heard it a couple of days ago, but it really works wonderfully in the film and as I’m listening to it as I write these here notes, it’s a much better listening experience knowing the context of the music within the film. Then I watched another French movie from France – well, I tried to watch but fell asleep forty minutes into it for an hour, so I’m gonna hold off judgment until I re-watch from the forty-minute point. It’s last year’s film from the director Francois Ozon – a very hit and miss director, but when he hits, he’s really great. The movie, Mon Crime (The Crime is Mine) is advertised as a farce and screwball comedy homage, based on a French play from 1934 that was the basis for not one but two American screwball comedies, True Confession from 1937 starring Carole Lombard, Fred MacMurray, and John Barrymore, and Cross My Heart from 1946, starring Betty Hutton, Sonny Tufts, and Rhys Williams. This was Ozon’s homage to Lubitsch and Capra and to Blake Edwards’ Victor/Victoria in its look and visual style. There’s not much farce in the first forty minutes – just a few amusing things, so I must have slept through the farce part – I suspect it’s not really a farce at all – but the settings, costumes, and music are all fantastic, and the performances thus far are fun. I’ll have further thoughts when I’ve finished the hour I missed.
After that, I had two eggs in tortillas as a snack – kind of nauseating, actually, but it quelled my hunger. Speaking of hunger, I was contacted by the smash burger place who was very apologetic about the bad burger – turns out they got to the root of the issue – not the meat – but the chef had just cleaned the grill with some new kind of cleaner and made my burger right after that and apparently there was still residue left. So, they’ve addressed it and it won’t happen again. They offered to refund me but I told them DoorDash already had. And I promised I’d give it another chance, which I will, since my first experience there was very good.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, but mostly I’ll be a lazy lout again, although I will call the mail place to see if there’s anything that’s come in the last few days. I’ll eat something at some point – maybe a Gelson’s run – and then I’ll just watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll hopefully go pick up the adjusted glasses – she’ll call when they’re ready – Tuesday, I have to go visit the new Kritzerland venue, but mostly the week will be writing, doing whatever needs doing, meetings and meals, seeing a show on the weekend.
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, do whatever needs doing, be a lazy lout, call the mail place and see what’s there, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had some April showers.