Well, dear readers, at around ten-fifteen last evening, I thought I’d maybe start another movie. I found one. I started it. I got about six minutes in and promptly fell asleep for an HOUR. Say what? And now, of course, I’m late with the notes so I shall write them in a hurry again, so when I hurry, not to worry, for I shall write in a flurry, but I shan’t eat any curry, and my name isn’t Murray. So, yesterday. What can we say about yesterday that hasn’t already been said? Well, everything, since I haven’t said anything about yesterday. I got six count them six hours of sleep, I was up at eight and out the door by eight-thirty so that she of the Evil Eye could do her thing. I joined Robert Yacko for a nice breakfast at his favorite jernt, Bea-Bea’s. I had what I had last time – the chili, cheese, and onion omelet and it was of high quality. It came with hash browns, and I opted out of the bread. We had lovely chatter and were there for ninety minutes. Then I went to Gelson’s and got a small Caesar, no chicken, but I did get some tiny bay shrimp, as I thought that might be an interesting small addition with just about zero calories. Then I came home at eleven-thirty and the house was clean and she of the Evil Eye was gone. I did a few things on the computer, had a telephonic conversation, finished choosing songs, I think everyone but one person, our young person, has their material, and then I began the most irritating portion of the day – paying damn bills. I HATE paying damn bills, don’t you? Wouldn’t it be a better world if there were NO damn bills, and we could just keep all our money? Anyway, that took up a goodly portion of the afternoon. At five, I had the Caesar, and I must say that the addition of the tiny bay shrimp was an inspired idea, and it was excellently excellent. After that, I sat on my couch like so much fish and watched – what else – a thriller, this one from just two years ago, even though it was supposed to come out in 2020. It was entitled Deep Water, based on a novel by Patricia Highsmith, who gave us Strangers on a Train, where she coincidentally used the name of everyone’s favorite singer who never shows up, one Guy Haines. She also wrote The Talented Mr. Ripley. This had already been made into a French film and a German film. It stars Ben Affleck, an actor I don’t have much affection for, and Ana de Armas, an actress I’ve liked in several films, but as good as she might be in this, her character is kind of vile. The screenplay by two guys, one of whom is the awful Sam Levinson, the person who gave us what is for me one of the ten worst TV series ever created – the disgusting, vile, and wretched The Idol, that thing that starred Johnny Depp’s daughters, that was so lambasted by critics and audiences that it had no second season and thank the Lord for that. They’re somewhat faithful to the plot for a while, but then, of course, they completely not only change the ending but subvert its point. Because, you know, they know better than the author of the book. I thought Ben Affleck did a good job in this one. Adrian Lyne directed, so it’s competent and it looks good and has a decent score by the underrated Marco Beltrami, composer of The Faculty.
After that, I wanted a little snack, so I got some good clam chowder and that arrived and was excellent. Then I began the movie, something called The Book of Henry, which I only knew about because I was searching for something else that had the name Henry on it. I’ve already gone back to the six-minute mark to see what I missed for an hour. Unbelievable. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll eat something fun, but mostly I really want to relax and get my head in a good place for tomorrow’s eye doctor appointment. I’ll definitely check with the mail place to see if either important envelope has arrived, and then at some point, I’m sure I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll be up at eight and out the door by eight-thirty – not sure which route I’ll take – it should be Laurel Canyon but that can be really bad at that time of morning, so instead I may do Nichols Canyon, which hopefully won’t have that kind of issue. I have to be in the office by nine-fifteen for my nine-thirty appointment, so I’m hoping forty-five minutes is enough time to get there. Maybe I’ll allow fifteen extra minutes just in case. Couldn’t hurt. I have no idea how long I’ll be there. If I’m not comfortable driving by the time I leave, in terms of my eyeballs being dilated, I’ll Uber somewhere and have a small meal, then drive home. Hopefully, I’ll be back in the Valley by noon o’clock or thereabouts. Then it’s the usual routine and that continues for the rest of the week and the weekend. Lots to do.
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, eat, but mostly not do anything so I can get ready for the eye doctor. At some point, I’ll 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, happy to be done with paying most of the bills.