Well, dear readers, I have breaking bombshell news for you and here it is: At two o’clock it will be three o’clock. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, at two o’clock in the morning it will be three o’clock in the morning. And why? Because it is Daylight Savings Time, which lasts longer and longer with each passing year. We lose an hour of sleep, and it stays lighter longer. And now, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to the soundtrack of the motion picture I watched earlier, a film from the year 2000 entitled What Lies Beneath, starring Harrison Ford and Michelle Pfeiffer. The film was clearly temp-tracked with a lot of Bernard Herrmann but other composers, as well. The score is by Alan Silvestri. The director is Robert Zemeckis. And the film is truly horrible, with an awful script that makes little sense and has really risible dialogue. Purportedly it cost 100 million dollars to make and purportedly it made 296 million dollars here and overseas and ask me if I believe that and the answer will be a great big fat no. In the first hour of this way too long two hour and ten minute film, we get endless “BOO” scares that are literally all the same. There’ll be a music cue, sound effects, and then suddenly all the sound cuts out and – BOO! Those moments are not earned and are really tiresome. Mr. Ford seems at sea with a character that makes no sense, and Pfeiffer is acting up a storm to no avail, since little she does makes sense, either. It’s a supernatural thriller but not really. It doesn’t really know what the HELL it is. And then for the film’s final thirty minutes it just degenerates into unintentional hilarity, with one character who we keep thinking is dead only to have the character spring to life and rather animated life at that. It’s completely ludicrous. It’s the kind of film that critics always say is Hitchcockian, which is nonsense and an insult to Mr. Hitchcock who, unlike these filmmakers, was a film genius. Sure, you get a little Psycho, you get a little winky wink to Vertigo, but in the end nothing about this film works. Highly not recommended by the likes of me.
Yesterday was okay. I was up at eight-fifteen and out the door by nine. I went to Art’s Deli and had some bacon and eggs. Every parking place on the entire block was taken. That was a first – usually the parking places are completely empty. I found one on the side street a half-block from the restaurant. And yes, there were more people there than usual because usually there are only two or three of us. Several families with very noisy children, because parents no longer parent, they just allow the kids to do any damn thing they want.
After that, I went to the mail place and picked up no packages and a catalog. Earlier in the week, some moron in a white Tesla drove straight into the mail place – it’s amazing that no one was hurt. The moron’s excuse? They got confused and thought the accelerator was the brake. That’s a fine story if you think everyone is an idiot including your insurance company. Having seen a video of it, I believe they had the auto drive on and couldn’t turn it off. It’s amazing to me that a person that stupid could even have a driver’s license, let alone afford a ninety-thousand dollar car.
After that, I stopped at the Apple Store to see if anyone would give a hint whether there’s a 27-inch iMac coming soon – the gal who I asked was coy and said she could neither confirm nor deny it and that led me to believe that it will be coming and hopefully sooner than later. Their last iMac was the 24-inch with an M1 chip and that’s two years ago and they’re already up to an M3 chip so it would make sense to do the larger version. I walked around the mall, then went to Gelson’s and got some lettuce, a green pepper, and a red onion, then came home. Marshall Harvey came by and picked up the external drive, then I had a long telephonic conversation with David Wechter.
Then I played on the computer for a bit, and around five-thirty I made the salad and that was good but I should have not done the red onion because my tummy can’t take it anymore. Then I watched the movie and listened to the soundtrack, which is on its final track as I type this sentence. The end title is clearly Psycho but with horns and not just strings, only, you know, it’s not Psycho because Psycho’s score is a work of genius.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, and it’s going to be a ME day. I may go over to either Ralph’s or Gelson’s and get something for food or I might just have something delivered. We’ll see. I’ll research the Oscars and see if there’s some week-long free trial I can grab. I haven’t seen an Oscarcast since moving to this house. So, we’ll have whatever our Annual Oscar Bash is – so few people attend and it’s nothing like the glory days when our little Bash was so much fun and a highlight of the year. But we’ll make the attempt and it’s always fun no matter who’s here.
Tomorrow is our first Kritzerland rehearsal, I’m putting up our little one minute teaser trailer, and we’re getting all the poster art ready for Amazon. Marshall will bring back the external drive and then that goes to Karen Staitman, who’s handling all the uploading and everything to Amazon. The rest of the week is book stuff, and yes, needing another HUGE major miracle to survive the first few days o’ the week. Our second Kritzerland rehearsal is Thursday, stumble-through is Saturday at 11:30, then I see the matinee of The Secret Garden, then we do sound check and our show on Sunday.
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, have a ME day, figure out what food I’ll eat, figure out how I can watch the Oscars with a free trial, and then we’ll have our Annual Oscar Bash right here at haineshisway.com. Maybe we’ll be pleasantly surprised and have a nice crowd. 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 load of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we get ready to spring forward right into Daylight Savings Time.