Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to CD 2 of the St. John Passion by J.S. Bach as done by E. Ormandy and company. It’s very long. But it’s also very good. Good and long. I have been watching a motion picture I somehow never managed to see back in 1981 or since – the Australian thriller, Roadgames, starring Stacy Keach and Jamie Lee Curtis. I still have thirty minutes left but I must write these here notes, so I’ll talk about the movie later. It’s well directed, some silly dialogue, good performances – so far, not really a classic and it certainly was a box office bomb back in the day, but it certainly has a cult. Good score by Brian May. The director would go on to direct Psycho II – Richard Franklin is the director, another Hitchcock devotee. Hard to believe that all us youngsters back in 1981 are now in our seventies. Where DID the time go? Time is a cruel and unpredictable mistress – sometimes loyal, sometimes unfaithful, sometimes fickle – that darn time. Maybe it’s about time for time to straighten up and fly right. What the HELL am I talking about? Maybe it’s time for ME to stick to notes instead of philosophical musings about time. Yesterday was another day. I got ninety minutes of sleep, woke up with extreme nausea, popped some Pepcids, and finally felt okay enough that I got back in bed at seven-thirty and slept until one-thirty, about seven and a half hours of sleep. Once up again, I had lots of e-mails to answer or trash, was irritated by a Facebook post that exposed its author as someone who was not truthful last week – it’s fine – I’m simply done with some folks and that’s that. I was also amused by the continual borrowing of stuff we in LA come up with, but that’s another story for another notes – one of these fine days I will let it all hang out and it won’t be after midnight. I will tell tales and tell the truthfully and set some damn things straight once and for all. And if some people take exception to that well they’ll just have to grin and bear it – just as I’ve had to grin and bear it for years. How enigmatic. How mysterious. How provocative. Or perhaps to really be provocative, I could grin and bare it, if you get my meaning, and I know you do. Where was I?
Oh yes, yesterday. I had two small biscuits and gravy and a few sweet potato fries for food, picked up two envelopes at the mail place – two small checks – went to the bank and deposited them – it’s amazing that I still get residuals from The Apple Dumpling Gang and pretty decent ones for residuals from something done fifty years ago. I came home, did some stuff on the computer, watched some irritating YouTube videos, the at six I sat on my couch like so much fish, where I promptly dozed off for almost two hours. Go know. Then I had a small plate thing from Panda Express, and that was fine. Then I watched most of Roadgames, which I’ll finish as soon as I’m done with posting these here notes.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I don’t really have plans to leave the home environment, so I’ll just putter around the house, and then watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is more of that, then Friday we’re back to performances. Not sure if I’ll see all three shows – just depends if I know people who are coming. I’ll definitely be there for the Sunday matinee.
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, putter around the home environment, eat something fun, and then 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 and we get to give any old answer. 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, hoping that time will straighten up and fly right.