Well, dear readers, September has begun. I ask you, where else on all the Internet can you get such vital information? Nowhere, that’s where. Not only has September begun, but it’s begun quite nicely, if you ask me. And now, we are beginning the lovely, long Labor Day weekend. We will be having a partay right here at haineshisway.com, and the partay will last the entire Labor Day weekend. At a surprise moment, I’ll be opening our Unseemly Live Chat room so we can have an impromptu live chat. What fun we shall all have. We shall laugh and laugh, and just when we think we cannot laugh anymore, we shall laugh again. I am very much looking forward to a relaxing and fun weekend, that is, after I finish shipping out CDs, should they arrive when they’re supposed to today. My concern is that they won’t be ready until the very end of the day, but if they aren’t, never fear, I shall get up early Saturday morning and get the CDs in the envelopes and shipped. That’s the joy of everything being pre-addressed – I just have to bubble wrap and insert and seal and voila. I will keep you posted as I get information. Speaking of bubble wrap, I had a lovely first day of September. I got a reasonable amount of sleep, which I needed, and I awoke to a few nice CD orders, which I always love seeing when I log on. I then wrote three pages, and after that I made some telephonic calls, answered some e-mails, and then toddled off to Teddy for my haircut. Teddy and I had a most amusing conversation about cell phones (we both cannot stand them – or, more to the point, we cannot stand the people who think they must be on their cell twenty-four-hours-a-day. It’s reached epidemic proportions, frankly. There was a woman in the salon having her hair done who was jabbering away on her cell the entire time (it’s what prompted our discussion). It’s like people feel they must use them every minute. People get in their cars, they’ve got to call someone – they can’t just drive anymore, they must call and have that phone to their ear – it’s like a narcotic. They’ve got a cell phone on their back. You know, we all used to do just fine before cell phones. We walked on the street, we drove, we sat in restaurants, all without the need to have a phone glued to our ear. Cell phones are fine for emergencies, and they’re fine for free long distance calling – but not just arbitrary long distance calling, that’s what rankles. The incessant need to TALK, TALK, TALK (that is three TALKS), to impose upon other people’s spaces by yakking away loudly. When people used to walk down the street muttering, we all thought they were crazy. Nowadays, you appear crazy if you’re not walking down the street muttering. One hears such important conversations such as, “Hi. I’m leaving the hair salon and going to the deli.” I mean, who cares? Who needs to have these constant reports? I actually had to get terse with our very own Tammy Minoff at the Pasadena Playhouse, because she just kept looking at her phone and checking messages, and reading some sort of text message, and I finally said, “Enough! Put that thing away.” And she looked irked, but she finally shut it off and put it in her purse. My goodness, has this turned into a diatribe? I do believe it has. Moving right along.
After the haircut (Teddy’s usual splendid job), I came back to the Valley and picked up some mail and some packages, then came back to the home environment, where I wrote another half-page, and then began trying to write more of this opening number I’m writing for the LACC show. I wrote all the music weeks ago, but only got four lines into it. It’s a very difficult lyric pattern and I’m having trouble fitting what I want to say into the very short musical phrases. This one will take a while, I think. I then went over to Mr. Grant Geissman’s, where we recorded the demo of the song I wrote for Caitlynne. I then sent it to her and her mother via e-mail, and I’m happy to say that they both really liked it, which I suppose means she’ll be doing it. We’ll be having a telephonic discussion about it next week. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we all try to go cold turkey and not use our various and sundried cell phones for the next eight hours.
How many of you already have the shakes just thinking about not using your various and sundried cell phones for the next eight hours? Just stand tall and say, “Hi, I’m a hainsie/kimlet and I’m a cell phoneaholic.” “Hi, hainsie/kimlet.” I tell you, you’ll all feel better in the end.
Have you ever felt better in the end? I think we’d better not touch that line with a ten foot pole or even a five foot swede.
This weekend is Cinecon, a very big film and dealer event. This year it’s taking place at various movie theaters in Hollywood, and the main events all happen at the Renaissance Hotel. I’m going to try to get over there sometime on Saturday, just to check out the dealer rooms.
Now wait just a darned minute. Perhaps we’d all better put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, perhaps we’d all better break out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, perhaps we’d all better dance the Hora and the mambo, because today is the birthday of dear reader Ron Pulliam. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to dear reader Ron Pulliam. On the count of three or the duke of five: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO DEAR READER RON PULLIAM!!!
Our wonderful dear reader ozderek has passed away. I know that wherever he is he knows that we all send him our best vibes and xylophones for a peaceful afterlife. We will miss him.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must hopefully pick up CDs, I must hopefully ship CDs, I must sup with our very own Miss Tammy Minoff and her father, and I must do many errands whilst driving about in my motor car. And don’t forget – we’re going Cell Phone Cold Turkey for eight hours. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player, and your DVD/video player? I’ll start – I just finished watching Sabata, and Jamboree, which I’ll write about in tomorrow’s notes. And now I shall dig into my Astaire/Rogers boxset, starting with Top Hat. I shall also watch A Man Called Peter, which I got an early copy of. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as we try to get our cell phones off our backs. While we try to go cold turkey. While we try to act like normal human beings who don’t have cell phoneitis, who haven’t merged or gene-spliced with their cell phones. Who among us can do it? Who will succumb? We will await your updates throughout the day. Just eight short hours. Be strong, my droogs, be strong.