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November 22, 2004:

I YAM WHAT I YAM

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Well, dear readers, here we are and Thanksgiving week is upon us. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, this is Thanksgiving week, a week of celebration and cranberries and stuffing and turkey and yams, not necessarily in that order. We, of course, will be having our annual Thanksgiving bash right here at haineshisway.com, home of the stuffed turkey. Oh, we shall be festively festive this entire week. Everything will be the berries here at haineshisway.com because it is Thanksgiving. We shall dress in our special Thanksgiving outfits, whatever they may be. We will prance about like a gazelle in a hot-air balloon. In short, this is the place to be for Thanksgiving week. Yesterday was quite crisp here in Los Angeles, California, USA, but it did not rain. I took it easy for most of the day, only doing a bit of driving in my motor car, and printing up some hard-copy invites for the New York signing, to send to people from whom I don’t have e-mail addresses. I think we’re going to have some interesting people at the signing and I hope that our New York hainsies/kimlets will make a grand show of it. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Yesterday I watched two count them two motion pictures on DVD. The first motion picture on DVD I watched was entitled Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, starring Miss Natalie Wood, along with Mr. Robert Culp, Miss Dyan Cannon, and Mr. Elliot Gould. I did not like this film when it was originally released and I don’t much like it now. I know it’s a bit of a satire, but I so abhor the subject matter that no matter how amusing some of it might be, I simply don’t find it amusing. The cast, however, is terrific and the film is very well done, the same way I like my turkey. I then watched a glossy sudser entitled Love Is a Many Splendored Thing, starring Mr. William Holden and Miss Jennifer Jones as an American and a Eurasian respectively. These sorts of films aren’t exactly my cup of oolong tea, but when the cast of players is this good, and the photography (in Cinemascope) is this beautiful, and the music (both song and the Alfred Newman score) is this luscious, then the whole concoction is just fun to watch. And unlike some Fox films of the era, it’s mercifully short at just over 100 minutes. The transfer is spectacular – vivid color, very sharp, and grand stereophonic sound.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst we begin thinking about all the yummiliscious foodstuffs we shall be partaking of.

There is still time left to get your trivia question answers in. The winners will be announced in tomorrow’s notes.

Don’t forget, Donald has a brand new radio show up, so give it a listen and report on it.

Many people on this here site happily ordered Writer’s Block. Many people on this here site have gotten their books, and yet, only three people on this here site have actually read their books. Don’t just sit there, you dear, dear people in the dark, get to it and read your books.

Have I mentioned that this is Thanksgiving week? Yes, Virginia, this is the week we shall dance to the Turkey Trot, this is the week we shall stuff ourselves silly, this is the week when we sing I Yam What I Yam, this is the week when we blow cranberries rather than raspberries – in short, this is a week to be carefree and gay, not necessarily in that order, as we give thanks.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do errands, I must do a bit of organizing and pay some bills, I must pick up the last of the paintings that was being framed (and I’ll have photos of all three this afternoon), and I must eat lightly, saving all my calories for this Thursday. Today’s topic of discussion: Describe your all-time favorite Thanksgiving meal in lovingly loving detail – each and every course right down to the desserts. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as we sing I Yam What I Yam from La Cage aux Turkeys.

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