Well, dear readers, we had another swellegant live chat last night. The joint was jumpin’, and there was merriment and mirth and laughter and legs and everyone had a splendid time. We even had a very special guest drop by – Miss Leslie Kritzer, who starred in the PMP production of Funny Girl, and who was also in the revival of Godspell that I recorded. She was a delightful addition. It is now our plan to have unscheduled guests drop in every week – we won’t tell in advance, so you’ll just have to start showing up en masse every week. Surely there is no better chat room on all the Internet – surely there cannot be one with such lovely people saying lovely things and having fun, fun, fun (that is three funs).
Last night, after our live chat, I began the daunting task of watching the extras on Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. I’m a half-hour into the From Puppets to Pixels documentary, and it is totally fascinating to watch the digital creation process from its beginnings right up to the release of the film (and even after for a few shots). It will take days to watch all the extras, but for this disc I will probably expend the effort.
I’m already over-tired and it’s only Tuesday. I’ve got to schedule a massage one of these days. I’m so looking forward to Thanksgiving, when I’ll actually have a blessed four days all to myself (and Luckie, of course). I shall use those days to really catch up on all the writing I’ve got to do. I shall also have to decide whether to take a one day break from the Eileen and Chet Atkins diet to have stuffing and roles and sweet potatoes and cranberries. I may try to be a good boy – we shall see what we shall see.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because all this talk of food is too too tempting and I must avert my eyes from it right this very minute.
I have averted my eyes in the nick of time and also the gary of time. That was a close call. Don’t forget that Mr. Donald Feltham has a brand spanking new radio show up for your mental delectation. Also, tomorrow is Ask BK Day, so start thinking of your excellent questions. Also, don’t forget we will have a brand spanking new Unseemly Interview up on Friday, with the delightful star of Hollywood Arms, Miss Donna Lynne Champlin. If you’ve been errant and truant and haven’t read the current interview with Mr. Buddy Bregman, you are really missing out on something special, so check it out, man, because he is the coolest cat on the planet, man.
What else can I tell you? I can tell you else, but do you even want to know from else? What the hell is else anyway? What a perfectly useless word is else. My that last sentence was very Cole Porter, wasn’t it? I am going to try to never use the word else in a sentence again. I promise, or else. Oops. Really, I’m going to try not to use else from here on in. I hate the word else – oops, I used it again, damn them, damn them all to hell. What the hell am I talking about?
What more can I tell you? You see, more is much nicer, much less stupid-sounding than else. Else just lays there like a piece of scrod. In any case, what more can I tell you? I can tell you that I am tired and it’s only Tuesday. I can tell you that I am in need of pasta and bread. I can tell you that yesterday was a beautiful day. I can tell you that I ate a special Atkins-approved candy bar with only 3 grams of carbs. I can tell you that the sun’ll come out tomorrow – oh, a Strouse and Charnin reference. I can tell you I am done with this paragraph.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do and then some, I must make my way across the Valley in my automobile, I must work, work, work (that is three works – which is overworked in my opinion (IMO, in Internet lingo). I’ll be looking for all your excellent posts throughout the day. Today’s topic of discussion: We keep forgetting to do this on Friday, so let’s just do it when I remember – what is currently in your CD player, and what is currently in your DVD/video player? I’ll start – you know what’s in the DVD player – in the CD player is the soundtrack to The Caper of the Golden Bulls/The Perils of Pauline by Vic Mizzy. Your turn.