Well, dear readers, it is very late and I take the blame, oh, yes, I take the blame even though I should put the blame on Mame, or I should blame it on the bossa nova or blame it on Rio, I should say don’t blame me, or let’s not play the blame game, but there’s nowhere else to look, blame-wise, but li’l ol’ me. But there’s a reason, you see, oh, yes, there’s a reason. Several reasons, actually. First reason is, I fell asleep whilst watching The Christine Jorgensen Story, a scandalous motion picture from 1970. It was so riveting that I conked out after five minutes and stayed out until midnight. Then, just as I was about to start writing these here notes, I had a tune I’ve been searching for drop into my cranium, so I had to go to the piano, solidify it, and then record it so I wouldn’t forget it. It’s for episode ten of the new web series, which will have at least two brand new songs in it. Then I sat down to write these here notes, but then some lyrics popped into my cranium, and I had to write them down. Now I’m writing these here notes and as Mr. Newley and Mr. Bricusse once wrote – nothing can stop me now. I did watch a motion picture last night in which I did not conk out – another Netflix documentary thing, this one entitled The Most Hated Man on the Internet, about a low-life piece of abhorrent scum who made a website, had someone hack into girls’ e-mails and steal nude photos, which he not only put up gleefully daily, but also included their Facebook pages and other social media links, just so they’d REALLY be devastated. And, of course, since we now live in a world where such behavior is not only applauded but rewarded, this scum made tons of money while trading on his victims’ mortification, depression, and terror. And, of course, he developed a cult following – I’m talking a Manson-like cult following, who threatened anyone who crossed the scum – death threats, rape threats, the whole gamut. But thanks to the perseverance of one mom, the scum was finally brought down. That it took four years and more for that to happen, just shows you how slow the wheels of justice turn. He ultimately copped a plea and got a way too light sentence of two-and-a-half years. What really did him in is when the underground group Anonymous got involved, hacked the scum’s servers and computers and nuked all the nude photos he’d saved and was intending to use on a new site, where he gleefully told everyone he’d also put up the addresses and phone numbers. And through it all and to this very day, this piece of dog snot has never once apologized, shown remorse, or an ounce of humanity. Obviously, he can’t do his BS anymore. His excuse is that he was young and that’s what young people do. Well, no, that’s what scum do. Thankfully, it’s only three hour-long episodes. The directors are the same as The Tinder Swindler – and I wish they’d stop with their cutesy “style” stupidity and just be straightforward.
Yesterday was certainly a day. I did get eight hours of sleep, although it sure didn’t feel like it. Once up, I answered e-mails, and then I had a Zoom work session for the Kritzerland show. That went very quickly, and then I moseyed on over to the bank to cash the pension check. As always, I was in and out in five minutes. I didn’t even attempt to deposit in my bank because that’s just impossible on the first of the month.
After that, I came right home. I ordered a pasta thing from the Cheesecake Factory, and whilst waiting for it to arrive, I wrote a fun sequence that worked out pretty well. Then the food arrived and I ate it – it was good. Then I went back to the episode nine script and just barreled through until I finished it. I took a break and had a telephonic conversation, and then I futzed and finessed episode nine and sent it on its merry way, along with the song that’s featured in that episode. So, that leaves only the season finale and I basically know how that one’s gonna go and how it ends.
Then I watched the documentary and the rest you know because you are attentive dear readers.
Today, I’ll try to be up by eleven. I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll start writing episode ten, and then at some point the Darling Daughter will stop by with the organized Indiegogo list and then I can start getting everything together so the helper can start shipping as soon as the rest of the funds are released. I wish they weren’t taking this long – there is zero reason for it when someone has done as many campaigns as I’ve done, and we’ve never had a single person back out of a contribution. If the funds aren’t released by Friday, I’ll send them a note and hopefully that will get them off their butt cheeks about it. I’ll eat, write, and then at some point watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week will be more of all that, plus hopefully cutting down the screenplay, then we have our first Kritzerland rehearsal on Friday, our second on Sunday, our stumble-through on Tuesday, and show on Wednesday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be up by eleven, do whatever needs doing, start writing episode ten, get the organized list for Indiegogo, eat, write, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Why do you think that the generation born from the nineties to now are truly one of the most reprehensible generations in history? Not everyone – I realize there are decent, good, smart, and wonderful young people of those generations (and I’ve worked with a lot of ‘em), but there are many more who are just like the scum who did what he did. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to just put the blame on Mame and be done with it.