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September 2003


bk's notes II



Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Well, dear readers, here we are on the last day of September. My Jeepers Creepers CDs arrived yesterday and I must say it’s quite a handsome package. Richard Valley tells me that orders are shipping and all of you who preordered should have theirs very soon. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Today I am meeting up with Guy Haines who will be recording vocals for most of the Kritzerland CD. When we finish today there will be two songs left to do and we’re hoping to do them within the next two weeks and then get this fershluganah CD out to those who bought their copy of Kritzerland here at haineshisway.com. I’m determined that we will do the Kritzer Time CD way in advance so that I have them in hand to ship with the book come next April (or perhaps sooner, I haven’t worked out the exact publication date yet). I am not printing up a huge quantity of Kritzerland CDs – I’m basically printing up enough to cover the orders I’ve had, so if you haven’t ordered the book and are intending to, the next couple of weeks would probably be a good time.

Last night I watched Mr. Howard Hawks’ version of Scarface, which is quite a good little film, featuring quite a good performance from Mr. Paul Muni. It’s interesting to note how much Oliver Stone kept from the original. This DVD is only available as part of the gift box set, the big black case version which is quite spiffy if I do say so myself which I do. I also began watching the divoonly strang Macao, a film sort-of directed by Josef von Sternberg (his footage is umistakable). Mr. von Sternberg apparently got along with no one and was replaced by Mr. Nicholas Ray. It’s short, it’s got great things in it and how can you fail when you’ve got Robert Mitchum, Jane Russell, William Bendix, Thomas Gomez and Gloria Grahame. You can’t. Especially when Miss Russell croons One for my Baby. There are also a couple of Jule Styne songs hovering around.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because soon I must go to record those pesky vocals.

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- Tuesday, September 30, 2003 @ 08:46 AM PST


Monday, September 29, 2003

Well, dear readers, we had a splendidly splendid lively and sparkling chat last night. There was a lovely roomful of people and we discussed many various and sundried topics and it was most amusing. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

It is Monday, my first day of non-work in ten weeks. However, I shall be proofing, carefully proofing, all the livelong day, so that is indeed work or, to put it another way, that is work indeed. I also need to catch up on a few things that I got backlogged on during my working weeks.

Yesterday, I checked out the new Warner Bros. DVDs. The Adventures of Robin Hood, while not perfect, does look rather nice and better than I’d thought on my first look. The Treasure of Sierra Madre looks very nice, although according to some who’ve posted on a DVD ng, there is a digital glitch for eleven seconds towards the one-hour mark. Yankee Doodle Dandy also looks lovely and I’m looking forward to watching all of them in their entirety. Each of these sets includes a second disc loaded with extras, too.

If you missed any of the goings on here over the weekend I’d really play catch up if I were you, and I’d also play ketchup if I were you. Those who were here made lovely posts, and while I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed in our traffic over the weekend, what did go one here was cherce. So, use the Unseemly Archive Button and check out what you missed.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a few other things to write about and I don’t wish to write them here. I have no idea why.

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- Monday, September 29, 2003 @ 08:31 AM PST


Sunday, September 28, 2003

Well, dear readers, I hope you are all having a perfectly perfect Sunday. I just woke up and am groggy but I’m quite certain I’ll be having a perfectly perfect Sunday just as soon as I become de-grogged. Certainly I had a very nice Saturday, catching up, running errands, paying bills, and whatnot. The whatnot was especially invigorating. In fact, I haven’t had such invigorating whatnot since the cows came home (yes, Virginia, the fershluganah cows finally came home, although when I woke this morning they were gone again – damn them, damn them all to hell).

Last night I ran some bits of some new DVDs, including The Adventures of Robin Hood which, I must say, did not look as good as I’d hoped. It’s a bit soft but maybe that’s just the way it is with that film. I’d remembered the last laserdisc edition being much better, so I put that on, but while it may have been great for its day, the laser transfer is equally soft and the color is so pumped up that it bleeds all over the TV screen. I’ll watch the rest, though, and maybe it gets better as it goes along. I then watched some of Scrooge, a movie I’ve always been very fond of. It is, of course, now treated as if it’s some kind of classic, but I remind that upon its release it was an unmitigated disaster – poorly reviewed and a total flop at the box-office. Only in the last decade has it done this turn-around, probably from its cable and TV showings, and now practically everyone perceives it as a classic. This has happened with two other films that I loved when I saw them originally, but that were reviled by reviewers and public – Marnie and Once Upon a Time in the West. Even people who decried the latter when they came out have suddenly forgotten they decried the latter and have now decreed them classics. I hate when those that have decried have decreed, don’t you? Why don’t those who have decreed decried? Just for a change of pace? In any case, Scrooge was wonderful then and it’s wonderful now and the transfer is excellent. However, be prepared – the film was shot with heavy filters and has a very filtered look to it, but the transfer replicates that look perfectly.

I then watched Mr. Al Pacino in Mr. Brian de Palma’s Scarface. I haven’t seen it since its original release. I did not love it then and I do not love it now, although it is so over-the-top and kooky that it’s somehow fun to watch. The transfer, to my mind, seems a bit soft, while I have no memory of the film being soft at all, especially as shot by Mr. John Alonzo. There are quite a number of extras on a second disc and I watched all those, too.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so we can see if there’s any invigorating whatnot awaiting.

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- Sunday, September 28, 2003 @ 09:40 AM PST


Saturday, September 27, 2003

Well, dear readers, I’ve decided to write some of today’s notes yesterday. No, that doesn’t sound right. I’m writing some of tomorrow’s note today. No, that doesn’t sound right. Today is Friday even though it is Saturday and I’m writing these notes on location during what I presume is my last day here on this show. Tomorrow, which is today, you will be reading these here notes which were written today and yet also yesterday. You see, when one writes the notes the day before they appear, one is writing them the day before they appear and yet when you are reading them it is not the day before it is the day after. It’s all very confusing, isn’t it? In fact, what the hell am I talking about?

I arrived this morning (yesterday morning) to find that someone had brought in Krispy Kreme donuts. I had one – it had chocolate icing on top and nuts on top and some kind of chocolate cream inside and it was totally disgusting. I then spoke to the writer of our show who was totally shocked to find out this was my last day. He was, in fact, bowled over by the news as he feels that I am the glue that has made the show good this season. I decided to have lunch with my main editor and the beautiful gal I share an office with. We went to P.F. Chang’s. Actually, we haven’t “went” yet, we’re about to go. When I return I will tell you what we ate today, or yesterday. Today/yesterday I ate some almond and cashew chicken that was not very wonderful. I had some rice, too. And my very close personal friend, Mr. David Wechter, came along with us. So far, no one has said anything to me about anything, although our post production supervisor had recently found out I’d been on The Partridge Family and wanted to know all about it. Well, I suppose when I go in to say goodbye at the end of the day (yesterday but really today) it will be interesting.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button so I can continue this dramatic recitation.

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- Saturday, September 27, 2003 @ 09:02 AM PST


Friday, September 26, 2003

Well, dear readers, here it is, Friday, my last day working on this particular show. Perhaps we should call it Freaky Friday because frankly, it’s been a weird job – no one here ever really acknowledges your contributions (as I’ve said, the shows I’ve done have gotten less network notes than anything they’ve ever done, and the one show I didn’t have under my control has to be completely redone from scratch). I’m all about a pleasant work environment and the personalities here are just plain peculiar and just about impossible to read. No one is mean or anything like that, but it’s just wacky, that’s all I can say. If I do come to work on my friend David’s show, at least I’ll be working with only him and I won’t have to deal with anyone else here. Plus, if that happens it will be for more money and one always has the ability to put up with a little wackiness for a nice paycheck. We shall see what we shall see.

I will look forward to a few weeks of just being able to edit and proof the book and to relax a bit, but then it will be fun to get back to work if I indeed am offered the David job.

I will be picking up the new DVD of Scrooge, with Albert Finney. I mean, I won’t be picking up the DVD with Albert Finney – I don’t know Albert Finney, but I will be picking up the DVD in which Mr. Finney stars. I like Scrooge and haven’t seen it in years and I hear that the transfer is most excellent.

Last night we had an impromptu Hainsies/Kimlets gathering here in Los Angeles, California. I joined dear readers Jay, Jose and MusicGuy at Musso and Frank, the historic Hollywood dinery. What a splendid time was had by one and all and also all and one. After we’d had our lovely appetizer of shrimp cocktail we were joined by our very own Nick Redman and his chum Julie. We had so much fun and ate until the cows come home. MusicGuy and I or MusicGuy and me had the Combination Louis, Jose had the Pounded Steak with Country Gravy, Jay had the liver and onions, and Nick and Julie sat there like so much, just offering good and fun conversation. Even though I swore I wouldn’t have dessert I had dessert, the bread pudding. Jay and MusicGuy had rice pudding, and Jose had the tortten. Nick and Julie sat there like so much fish, although I think Julie tasted the rice pudding. Now, I’m not quite certain if what happened next was coincidental or because someone had read these here notes, but a nice fellow stopped at our table and said he was a lurker and had come to try the Pounded Steak because of having read about it here ad nauseum. Perhaps he’ll post and tell us. Nick and Julie had to leave, but the rest of us stayed for another forty minutes and laughed and laughed whilst being stuffed to the gills.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I will work all the livelong day and then be done with this particular job on this particular Freaky Friday.

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- Friday, September 26, 2003 @ 07:09 AM PST


Thursday, September 25, 2003

Well, dear readers, I had a lovely shoot yesterday. Everything went swimmingly, there was no traffic at all, I managed to wrap the two shoots two hours early and we got everything we needed. The only downside was missing lunch with dear reader Michael Barnum. I do hope he’s seen these here notes or read his e-mail or checked his cell phone, because I haven’t heard hide nor hair from him. I also haven’t heard hair nor hide from him either.

Tonight we are having an impromptu LA gathering of Hainsies/Kimlets at Musso and Frank. If you are attending you need to let me know asap so I can make a reservation. I will, of course, have a full report for you tomorrow.

Last night I did the first half of my Partridge Family interview – I believe I was quite long-winded, but very frank and told lots of tales, oh, yes, I told lots of tales. I also began watching the new DVD of Once Upon a Time in the West and all I can tell you is the transfer is stunning and it’s a must-have for anyone who loves cinema. Lots of extras on the second disc including three excellent documentaries (really it’s one documentary split into three parts for some reason that makes no sense to me). I’m in Sergio Leone heaven, that’s all I can tell you. This film was mostly panned on its release and pretty much ignored by audiences. I was living in Flatbush in 1969 when it was released and I was making ends meet by working as an usher at the Albermarle Theater. I saw this movie repeatedly when it played there and I'm happy to tell you that I was one of the few who thought it was faboo right off the bat. Others have come around over the years but back then we few were like voices in the wilderness.

Well, I’m quite late this morning so why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got to get crackin’.

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- Thursday, September 25, 2003 @ 07:36 AM PST


Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Well, dear readers, I must hurry and scurry because I must drive all the way to Torrance, California to direct a shoot. After that, I must hurry and scurry all the way to Arcadia which couldn’t be in a more opposite direction to do another shoot. Then I must hurry and scurry back to the office to drop off the tapes and return the camera equipment. I didn’t think I’d be working this hard on my final week, but at least Thursday and Friday should be very easy days. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Last night I watched a motion picture entertainment entitled A Mighty Wind. What follows is my opinion, so if you love the film that’s wonderful and if you don’t that’s also wonderful. I like Christopher Guest and I enjoyed Waiting for Guffman and I enjoyed Best in Show even a little more. But A Mighty Wind failed for me – oh, it had funny moments and its satire was pretty good, but unlike the other two films I didn’t care a whit about anyone in this film, and therefore I had no emotional investment in anything. That would have been fine if there were so many laughs that I would have forgotten about it. But, for me, there weren’t. The cast was terrific and so were the folk parodies although, that said, the folk parodies don't really go anywhere. But Mr. Guest creates a strange universe – he wants it to be a mockumentary (I think he wants it to be a mockumentary), but it violates those rules at every turn. It’s part mockumentary, it’s part fiction film and the two work against each other because the lines are not clearly divided. There’s absolutely no dramatic tension in the film – again, if it were funny enough it wouldn’t matter, but when a film isn’t being funny it has to be something. As far out as Guffman and Best in Show are, to me the lines are more clearly drawn and there is something to hang onto in those films. Plus, they’re funnier. Here I felt that the Bob Balaban character was so unremittingly stupid that it just totally took me out of the film (I speak specifically of the scenes at the theater). It’s clear that most of the film is improvised and some of it is very labored – you can see the effort, which was not the case with Guffman or Best in Show. It’s not terrible by any means, but for me it’s definitely a step down from Mr. Guest’s previous work.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must begin the long, long drive to Torrance in hideous rush hour traffic.

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- Wednesday, September 24, 2003 @ 07:24 AM PST


Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Well, dear readers, it is Tuesday. And they say we don’t have interesting information in these here notes. Damn them, damn them all to hell. I am quite excited because any day now I shall have my Region 2 Special 2DVD set of Once Upon a Time in the West, which is on its way from France, where, by the way (BTW, in Internet lingo) the women wear no pants. My Percy Faith CDs are on their way from amazon and I’ve got several Region 2 DVDs coming from amazon in Merry Olde England, including the Cybill Shepard The Lady Vanishes, the 1959 The 39 Steps, and Raise the Titanic, none of which are available here in the States. Lots of packages, which is what I like. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I like lots of packages, and I also like New York in June – how about you? Have I mentioned that it’s Tuesday. Tomorrow, if everything goes according to Hoyle, I shall be lunching with dear reader Michael Barnum in the Oaks of Sherman. I will, of course, have a full report.

There are two count them two incredible CD releases from Collectors – two I didn’t even know were coming. They’re both Stan Kenton two-fers from the sixties, and they’re absolute knockouts. One of them came out to coincide with the film release of Finian’s Rainbow, and it features five or six songs from it along with other movie themes. The companion to it is a mix of standards and film themes. The other two-fer features a lot of original music. Stan Kenton’s Capitol stereo albums are some of the best recorded albums ever made. They have amazing and stunningly clean stereo sound and I cannot recommend these Collectors’ remasterings highly enough. And, if you don’t have Mr. Kenton’s West Side Story album, bitch-slap yourself from here to eternity and go out and get it immediately. As the flappers used to say, “It’s a corker.”

By the way (BTW, in Internet lingo) it is Tuesday. If it’s Tuesday it must be Belgium, as the pundits used to say. Whatever happened to the pundits? I wonder if we could create a group today to revival the Algonquin group? I wonder if we could have pundits and wags and wits today? I’d like to think so, but I simply don’t know if the world would even understand such things as pundits, wags and wits. What if we had a group of witches along with the wags – then we could call it “From Wags to Witches”. We don’t allow groaning here at haineshisway.com. I, for one, always strive to be a pundit a wag and a wit, not necessarily in that order. Sometimes it’s better to be a wit a wag and a pundit, not necessarily in that order. What the hell am I talking about? Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, as the pundits wags and wits used to say?

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- Tuesday, September 23, 2003 @ 07:53 AM PST


Monday, September 22, 2003

Well, dear readers, we had a lovely, lively and sparkling chat last night. It was most amusing, and we spoke of many things in many ways. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? One of the things we learned was that people come, people go, like Grand Hotel. Another thing we learned is that the Emmys were on. We learned a few other things, too, but really, you had to be there.

Well, I promised you the title of Kritzer three and by gum and by golly and by Jeeves I shall give it to you. Then we shall never have to call it Kritzer three again. The second book, Kritzerland, went through two other titles that I didn’t care for before I hit on Kritzerland. Once I’d hit on that title it seemed perfect and then it just fit itself into the book quite smoothly, even though I didn’t really know how I was going to tie it in when I’d first thought of it. But, when something is right, it’s right. When I started thinking about Kritzer three, I had no clue what to call it, other than I thought Kritzer would have to appear in the title somewhere. As I as making notes for the things I wanted to touch on in the book, I tried to see if anything came to me, but nothing did. Two days before I started the actual writing, I was lying in bed, thinking, as I always do before sleep sets in. And the title just came to right then and there – I wrote it on the pad next to my bed and then went to sleep. When I saw it in the morning I knew it was the one – it just felt so right to me. I went back and forth about whether it should be one word or two, and I settled on two because I liked the way it looked and it just seemed better. After that decision I never once had an insecure moment about the title. And, in fact, when I went back and looked at my notes, I saw immediately how the title would fold itself into the book and be as important to this book as Kritzerland was to that book. And so, dear readers, the title of the new book is Kritzer Time. Simple, and when you read the book I think you will agree that there could be no better title for it. So, from now on we can refer to the book by its proper title – Kritzer Time.

Last night I watched a new DVD of a film entitled The Bedford Incident. I hadn’t seen it before, I only knew it was supposed to be very suspenseful. Well, it’s not quite that, but it does have good performances by Richard Widmark, Sidney Poitier, Eric Portman, Michael Kane, Wally Cox (yes, Virginia, Wally Cox), James MacArthur, Martin Balsam and, in a very small role, Donald Sutherland. It was directed by Mr. Stanley Kubrick’s former partner, Mr. James B. Harris. Mr. Harris is not Mr. Kubrick however. Still, the last twenty minutes are quite good and the ending is a bit of a shocker. Very nice transfer, too, with a good musical score by Gerard Schurmann. Next up is A Mighty Wind.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button because I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I must work all the livelong day, don’t you know?

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- Monday, September 22, 2003 @ 07:54 AM PST


Sunday, September 21, 2003

Well, dear readers, guess what? It’s time to put on your pointy party hats and your colored tights and pantaloons, it’s time to break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, it’s time to dance the hora and the hokey pokey because we’ve got a birthday to celebrate. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we’ve got a birthday to celebrate and by gum and by golly by Birdie we’re going to celebrate. Today is dear reader Laura’s birthday (that would be Laura, mother of Sandra). Oh, what a party we shall have. We shall have merriment and mirth and laughter and legs and we shall boogaloo until the cows come home. So, let’s all give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to Laura. On the count of three – one, two, three: A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO LAURA (MOTHER OF SANDRA)!


Yesterday I picked up some brand spanking new DVDs, including In Cold Blood, The Bedford Incident, the two Babe movies (Babe and Babe in the City) and A Mighty Wind. I watched In Cold Blood immediately and boy does it hold up for the most part. The performances of Scott Wilson and Robert Blake are incredible, the direction (and script) is taut and tense (Mr. Richard Brooks), the camerawork by Conrad Hall is spectacular as is the score by Quincy Jones. It’s interesting watching Robert Blake’s performance now, because you must remember that this was his first major starring role in a film as an adult and no one knew who he (or Scott Wilson) was. The last twenty minutes are a bit preachy, but the film still packs a considerable wallop. The transfer is a dream – one of the sharpest black-and-white scope transfers ever (enhanced for widescreen TVs) – no extras, but well worth a purchase. I also finally got around to watching Mr. Francois Truffaut’s The 400 Blows. It’s a lovely film, also in black-and-white scope with moody photography by Henri Decae. What I most like about it is its free-form lack of structure. None of this screenwriting 101 act one, act two and act three stuff. Just little bits of life that when strung together make a portrait. They don’t make these kinds of films anymore and it’s a shame. Someone will do it soon, it will be a breath of fresh air, it will succeed, and then it will become fashionable again.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because we must continue our party on the other side of these here notes, don’t you know?

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- Sunday, September 21, 2003 @ 08:41 AM PST


Saturday, September 20, 2003

Well, dear readers, I shall have to hurry and scurry because she of the Evil Eye will soon be here. In addition to that, a new exterminator will be arriving momentarily to deal with the dead something-or-other because I can no longer stand the fact that I cannot enter my bathroom without wanting to vomit on the ground. This company’s expertise is finding dead animals lodged into impossible places, so I’m hoping they can deal with this, get the smelly thing out of there and spray the awful odor away. I shall keep you posted, of course.

I’ve been having extensive conversations about this here site with our very own Mr. Mark Bakalor. It seems we have grown so popular with the populace that we must move to the next step, server-wise and size-wise. I, of course, am against any change whatsoever, but we must do this, because it is the shape of things to come. This is going to impact the site in one way and that is the way in which we post. However, we’ve had long discussions about it and I think everyone will be very happy with what we’ve come up with. Basically, the look and design and feel of the site will not change. The home page will have more menu options so you can find things more easily. The notes will appear as they always have. At the end of the notes there will be a new Unseemly Button and that will take you directly to a message board for the topic of the day. All the topics of past days will appear there, although once each day’s topic has expired you won’t be able to do additional posts. Our board will look similar to the sondheim.com boards, but with much simpler options. Basically, there will only be the current day’s topic and posts, plus special threads for whatever I think might be interesting, such as a KISS MY ASS thread – that way people who are not interested in such things don’t have to look there. Threads will only be able to be started by me, so that is definitely unlike the other board. So, it’s going to be exactly the same, with just an additional step to get you to the current day’s topic and whatever posts there are. The archive for everything prior to the change will still be available for your mental delectation. The other site functions, such as chat, the journal, interviews, book and DVD purchasing, will all remain unchanged. But, the best part of our new deal will be that the messages will be password protected. You will all receive passwords and you must have a valid e-mail address to get one. That way, our Uncouth Interlopers and the Piglets from other boards who might want to disrupt us will have a much harder time. It’s not that they won’t be able to open a hotmail account and get a password, but once they do their nasty deed I’ll not only be able to remove the post if it needs removing, I can remove them as well. That’s something we’ve never been able to do heretofore. So, the change will take place sometime in the next few weeks. The other good news is that because we’re growing upwards we will be able to now have the archives for all Donald’s radio shows. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because she of the Evil Eye will be here at any moment, along with he of the Evil Rodent.

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- Saturday, September 20, 2003 @ 08:40 AM PST


Friday, September 19, 2003

Well, dear readers, it’s already Friday again, and I, for one, am looking forward to the weekend. She of the Evil Eye will be coming tomorrow so I will have to leave early, but I have lots of errands to do, so that’s fine and dandy.

I’ll also be working on Kritzer three this weekend, doing a handful of additions that I never got around to putting in. I’ve already written them, I just have to insert them wherever they belong. After that, I shall print up a copy and start doing corrections. The others that help doing that process will be getting me their corrections during the next few weeks. Those who remember this process from book two will remember that it is a daunting task and takes a lot of time – just when you think you’ve found everything, someone else finds thirty more things. And then comes the magic day when it will be all fixed and purty and then I will ship it off to the publisher, who will turn it into an actual book. My intention is to get it off to them the last week of December. I’m also looking into doing a slipcase for those who’ve bought the three books. I have no idea of the cost, but I’ve been given the name of a company that does it and I’ll be contacting them soon. Oh, dear, I’m afraid this entire paragraph and the one above have been about me. Oh, dear, oh, dear, whatever shall I do. I suppose I shall have to flog myself like Judge Turpin.

Richard Valley tells me that we should have finished discs in the next week or so, so that is exciting. If you haven’t ordered your Jeepers Creepers, now is the time to do so and do so posthaste so that Richard can haste post it to you the minute they arrive.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because shortly I must get in my automobile known as an Infiniti and I must drive to the Oaks of Sherman where I shall work all the livelong day.

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- Friday, September 19, 2003 @ 07:40 AM PST


Thursday, September 18, 2003

Well, dear readers, it has cooled down a little here in Los Angeles, California. Yesterday was, as expected, very busy at work, although the notes to the two pieces I’ve been working on were very minimal. Today and tomorrow are very easy days, so that’s nice, and then on Monday the rush to finish two more pieces is back. And the story goes on – oh, a Maltby and Shire reference. We had a lovely lively and sparkling chat last night, with a lovely and lively roomful of people.

Last night I went to the Pacific Dome and saw the Cinerama presentation of How the West Was Won. Even when I saw this film as a wee sprig of a twig of a lad of a tad of a youth I didn’t love it. There were things in it that were wonderful and exciting, and lots that just left me cold. I still feel that way, but what a thrill to see it in its original Cinerama presentation after all these years. The Dome does have its share of problems but it’s still great no matter what. Problem one is that the screen in the Dome is not as high as the original Cinerama screen. Problem two is the screen is not as deeply curved as the original Cinerama screen, and problem three is that the screen is not louvered like the original Cinerama screen. The louvered screen was designed so that the side panels didn’t lose any light, so at the Dome the side panels are often not bright enough, although it seemed less problematic this time than it was for This is Cinerama a few months ago. But what a treat, and if you’re in Los Angeles, California, I can’t recommend a trip to the Dome highly enough. Next up in a few weeks – a special new print of It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, which was the premiere attraction when the Dome opened its doors close to thirty years ago. Mad World, of course, was not shown in three panel Cinerama, it just used its name – it was actually shot in Ultra Panavision 70, as was 2001. In fact, the Cinerama Dome never showed three panel Cinerama until earlier this year.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must get to work, don’t you know?

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- Thursday, September 18, 2003 @ 07:46 AM PST


Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Well, dear readers, every other Tuesday at work a woman called Charles Chips shows up with many interesting candies and snacks. And everyone from our office goes out and gives her lots of money for said interesting candies and snacks. For example, yesterday I gave her money for Sour Gummi Fruit Salad. I don’t know what it is but it looked good. Someone else bought Dark Chocolate Pistachio Nuts, and someone else bought a bag of Teriyaki Beef Bits. I myself would never buy a bag of Teriyake Beef Bits, but I do not look askance at those who do. She has many other candies and chips and things and it is all very exciting and simply too too when Charles Chips arrives.

Tonight, after two postponements, is our Unseemly Live Chat. It will happen no matter what – and we will have a lively and sparkling chat and we will discuss many various and sundried topics and it will all be very exciting and simply too too. Be there or be round.

Yesterday, someone told me that they thought “plenty” of people didn’t read these here notes, that “plenty” of people simply skipped to the end and posted. I told them that I disagreed, that I thought maybe one or two (I could probably guess the names of the one or two because it becomes fairly obvious after awhile) at the most did such a thing, but no, they insisted that it was “plenty”. Now, is this true? Are there “plenty” of people who skip these here notes? You can say the truth because maybe I’ll just cut back on writing them. Of course, the other thing is the person who said that “plenty” of people were/are skipping the notes is wrong. Let’s have a poll – how many of you read the notes, how many of you skim the notes, and how many of you skip the notes in their entirety? You will not be bitch-slapped no matter what your answer. Well, maybe you’ll be bitch-slapped just a little, but in a friendly way with hot fudge on the top.

I finally finished watching Silk Stockings. I liked it just fine, but it never really “got” me. I do think Eugene Loring is a very unsung choreographer, and one scene was absolutely magical – the Silk Stockings ballet, performed by Cyd Charisse. The little documentary on the disc was fun, and I also watched the little documentary on the Les Girls disc.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman to work all the livelong day, oh, yes, I shall work all the livelong day, with hot fudge on top, of course.

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- Wednesday, September 17, 2003 @ 07:38 AM PST


Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Well, dear readers, I have not been able to use the bathroom I normally use (the one connected to my bedroom) on account of the rather heinous smell of dead something-or-other. I’m told this will abate at some point but it’s pretty pungent in there. I’ve used several disinfectant deodorant sprays, which has helped, along with an air-freshener thing. Luckily, when the door is closed I can’t smell anything that emanates from there, so that is, at least, a blessing. Meanwhile, I’m using the other bathroom and shower. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

It is gray out today, so maybe that means it will finally be cooling off. All this incessant heat hasn't helped with the dead something-or-other. Surprisingly, despite the gray day, the singing bird is outside doing a chipper rendition of Stormy Weather.

I must keep these here notes short today because I am running late and must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman. Once there, I shall be able to post until the cows come home.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because there is no time to waste and no waste to time. I would like to waste some of my waist, however, hence my diet.

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- Tuesday, September 16, 2003 @ 07:27 AM PST


Monday, September 15, 2003

Well, dear readers, here we are on a brand spanking new Monday, and I fear the next two to three days will be absolutely nutty at work, as we must get the next two shows to the network by Wednesday afternoon, notes addressed on the other two shows they got last week, and voice-overs done as well. Plus, I have to go out tomorrow afternoon and shoot some pickups for the show we’re currently in the midst of. The point being that you, dear readers, will have to keep this here joint jumpin’, although I will post as much as I can.

The brand new radio show is up and running – it’s Donald and I talking all about the new CD, Jeepers Creepers, and we talk about a few other things as well, so you’ll want to listen straight through to the end.

Over the weekend I watched a few DVDs. First, I watched Mr. Michael Ritchie’s film, An Almost Perfect Affair. It’s an odd little film, has some quirky humor, but really, it just doesn’t add up to much and it just sort of peters out. That said, I adore Miss Monica Vitti and Raf Vallone so they are worth the cost of the DVD. Plus, there are some very amusing cameos (the entire film was shot at the Cannes Film Festival). The male lead, Keith Carradine, is serviceable but nothing more. Lovely score by Georges Delerue. Very nice enhanced transfer which shows off the beautiful camerawork of Henri Decae.

I then watched Mr. Paddy Chayefsky’s The Hospital, starring Mr. George C. Scott and a host of good actors in support. I remember adoring the film when it came out, but while some of it is still very good, a lot of it hasn’t aged well. Still, the writing is trenchant and the acting superb. The transfer is a bit of a botch, despite being enhanced for widescreen TVs. Many shots are simply mis-framed, some too high up, some too low – there are several scenes at the beginning where the tops of heads are literally cut in half. Someone wasn’t paying attention.

I then watched Mr. John Schlesinger’s Sunday Bloody Sunday, starring Miss Glenda Jackson and Mr. Peter Finch, along with Mr. Murray Head. It, too, seems very forced today, whereas it was quite something in its day. Shoddy transfer – non-enhanced and on the brown side.

What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a busy few days coming up, don’t you know?

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- Monday, September 15, 2003 @ 07:50 AM PST


Sunday, September 14, 2003

Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it. I could barely believe it myself and yet I must because it is true and it is simply silly to not believe what is true. On Friday night, just before leaving for dinner I discovered two dead flies in my shower and one living fly in my shower. I took drowned the living fly, which made three dead flies. I also noticed a faint but strange odor. Deciding to nip this in the bud or, at the very least, to bud this in the nip, I called the people who took care of the bees in the shower several months ago. They came out yesterday and had a look. By that time there were three or four flies in the shower and the smell had gotten really bad – it was and is quite obvious that there was a dead something up on the roof or environ and this dead something was attracting flies who were somehow going through the vent into the shower. Unfortunately, the exterminators could not find the dead something – apparently the dead something is lodged somewhere in a little crawlspace between the top of the air vent and the part that comes into the shower. So, there is nothing to be done until the dead something decomposes (hopefully in the key of D) – he put some powder on the roof and in the vent and that will keep the flies away. Meanwhile, he recommended that I get Lysol air-freshener and disinfectant. I did, and that really seems to have helped the odor. He also suggested using my other shower for the next two or three days, which I am. By then, he feels all will be well.

Wasn’t that a fine dead something story and also a fine fly story? Yesterday, we had the Zen Zone, today we have the No-Fly Zone.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because today I shall be going with my friend Grant Geissman, and we will be paying a visit to the same book fair I paid a visit to yesterday.

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- Sunday, September 14, 2003 @ 08:53 AM PST


Saturday, September 13, 2003

Well, dear readers, it is the weekend and I shall be relaxing and doing things I like to do. Today, for example, I shall be spending a couple of hours with my very own brother, and then I’ll be taking said brother to the airport. Tomorrow, for example, Mr. Grant Geissman and I shall be visiting a book fair in Pasadena. Other than that I shall watch DVDs and let the hours pass as they may. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Last night I went to my beloved Musso and Frank. I thought it might be fun for fellow scribes Panni and Pogue to meet each other. We all had a delightful time and the food was simply scrumptious. The conversation was sparkling and lively, not necessarily in that order. Julieanne and I had the Combination Louie, Charles Pogue had the Pounded Steak with Country Gravy and Panni had the Bouillabaisse. Our waiter wasn’t one of the waiters that’s been there since 1927, our waiter was new and strange as they come.

I watched another of those Studio Ghibli animated things – this one called Ocean Waves. This film was made by Ghibli’s younger animators and was originally made for Japanese television. It’s not as good as the others I’ve seen – it just sort of sits there like so much fish, but it’s very well done and I liked the music. That leaves only one before I’ve seen the entire output of Studio Ghibli – so I’m trying to find the official 2 disc Japanese release of Only Yesterday.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I’ve got a brother to go meet up with, don’t you know?

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- Saturday, September 13, 2003 @ 08:40 AM PST


Friday, September 12, 2003

Well, dear readers, it is Friday already and I, for one, am happy as a clam on a summer’s day in the south of France on a yacht in the middle of the sea. I have to meet up with my very own actual brother tomorrow for lunch, then take him to the airport. Then I’ve got a book fair to go to (if I don’t make it back in time then I shall go on Sunday morning) and I must do lots and lots of errands, as well. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

They are casting for a reality show here at work. This is the show my friend David is working on – it’s a reality show about city slickers spending twenty-one days being cowboys. Sort of big brother on the prairie. I wanted to audition for the role of the old codger (the Gabby Hayes/Andy Devine part) but there is no such role so they won’t let me audition. Damn them, damn them all to hell.

I am in the mood for a massage or, at the very least, I am in the massage for a mood. I hope no one’s mood is filled with doom, although doom is mood spelled backwards – oh, a Benjamin Kritzer reference. Perhaps next week I shall reveal the title of the new book. Perhaps I shall just do that.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because shortly I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I must work all the livelong day.

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- Friday, September 12, 2003 @ 08:33 AM PST


Thursday, September 11, 2003

Well, dear readers, you won’t believe it. I could barely believe it myself and yet I must believe it because it is true. Last night I finished writing Kritzer 3. I still have a tiny bit of cleaning and adding to do, but the book is basically finished and I feel both elation and depression in equal doses. Writing these books I’ve traversed a rather large emotional terrain – but with the first and second book I knew that I’d get to start a new one soon after I’d finished. But with Kritzer 3 it’s the end of this particular saga. Writing the last 100 pages was very difficult emotionally, knowing I was coming to the end of what has been an incredible journey for me. I was a basket case all last week and I’m afraid I was not a lot of fun to be around. I finished the book proper on the weekend and then did the Epilogue over the last three days. After I do the few cleanups and additions I shall take a week or two away from it, then I’ll begin the arduous task of doing corrections and fixes with my most excellent editors. Because this book is two hundred pages longer than Kritzerland (and two hundred and seventy-five pages longer than Benjamin Kritzer) this process will probably take two months. Still, when you think about it, I wrote thefirst book in eight months and the second book in seven, I find it rather unbelievable that I did this one in six months and one week. Part of it is that unlike the first two books I wrote practically every day, never taking any time off or letting weeks go by. Even the last seven weeks while I’ve been working I’ve written every single day on my lunch hour or at some point during the day. I’ve averaged twenty-five pages a week since I first began the book. Whew! My friend Margaret has really been wonderful – kept me going when I would get insecure (it’s happened on each of the books and she’s been there every step of the way), keeping me focused, being supportive and thankfully loving everything she read – plus offering great suggestions all along the way. Apparently I did okay on the final one hundred pages because her reaction to them was everything I could have hoped for and then some. She’ll be getting the Epilogue in the next day or two and as long as she likes it and thinks it works, I’m done. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

I think they finally like and appreciate me at work. This week the tone has been one hundred percent different. I think one of the reasons is because the network has had so few notes on the first two shows, which has never happened before in the history of this particular show. So, I’m probably here until this show is wrapped up, most likely the end of October/early November. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button because these here notes have too much me in them. These here notes are just brimming with me and I feel that in the next section they should be brimming with something other than me. I feel these here notes are chockful of me or chockful of nuts which is, after all, the same thing.

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- Thursday, September 11, 2003 @ 07:19 AM PST


Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Well, dear readers, this is a day filled with excitement. I’m happy to tell you that The First Nudie Musical is about to be screened at a film festival in Berlin, the first time it’s ever been shown in Germany. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

I also got a whole slew of DVDs – you see, I’m a voting member of some DVD Academy and I judge the special features and commentaries of DVDs. Every month or so I get nice big packages of free DVDs – the nice thing is these are normally DVDs I would never ever purchase. So, I got some big boxed set of Family Guy and Buffy TV shows, I got that Renee Zellwegger/Doris Day movie, I got Antoine Fisher and One Hour Photo, the new SE of There’s Something About Mary, and about six others I can’t remember the names of. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

I can also tell you that I shall have something lovely to say in tomorrow’s notes that will continue the excitement, at least for me. My goodness there is just so much excitement that I might have to have to sing and dance to the sounds of the disco hit, I’m So Excited. Yes, let’s all get off our various and sundried butt cheeks and sing and dance to the sounds of the disco hit, I’m So Excited.

My goodness that was exciting, and exhilarating, too. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly there’s too much excitement going on in this half of the notes.

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- Wednesday, September 10, 2003 @ 07:36 AM PST


Tuesday, September 9, 2003

Well, dear readers, what can I tell you? What can I tell you? What can I tell you? Or, for that matter, what can I tell ewe? Well, I can tell you that I am seriously on a diet. I know not which diet I am on but I am on a diet nonetheless. I shall simply eat less, eat low fat grams, and I shall magically lose pounds. I shall begin jogging again and soon I will be buff and toned with abs and buns of steel. Having jobs like the one I have, one tends to eat because there is always food around, whether bagels or chips or whatnot, although I’m not all that fond of the taste of whatnot. The thing is, you can eat the bagel, but then to eat lunch on top of that and then dinner on top of that and then snacks on top of that, well, it’s too too much food for this Jew to eat. First of all, if you have lunch and dinner and snacks all piled on your bagel how can you even get the thing into your gaping hungry maw? Well, I shall be on a diet as of this very day and nothing will prevent me from my goal to lose many pounds. I shall soon be the talk of the town or, at the very least, the town of the talk. What the hell am I talking about?

What else can I tell you? What else can I tell you? What else can I tell you? Or, for that matter, what else can I tell ewe? Well, I can tell you that you should order Jeepers Creepers if you haven’t done so already. I can tell you to listen to Donald’s brand spanking new radio show if you haven’t done so already. I can tell you to read Grant Geissman’s Unseemly Interview if you haven’t done so already. I can tell you to read the latest Juliana’s Journal if you haven’t done so already. And if, for some reason, you have not read Benjamin Kritzer and/or Kritzerland then I can tell you to KISS MY ASS.

There is so much information to be gleaned from today’s notes, don’t you think? Here’s some more information you can glean because on simply must glean all the information they can. Yesterday I purchased a book, a UK first edition of a German book – the English title of which is Lottie and Lisa. When the book was published in the US it was called Lisa and Lottie. In its original German it was called Das Doppelte Lottchen. The book is by German author Erich Kastner, who wrote Emil and the Detectives, which was made into a Disney film. Lottie and Lisa or Lisa and Lottie or Das Doppelte Lottchen was also made into a Disney film. I’ll bet you didn’t know that, hence you are gleaning information. Lottie and Lisa is the story of two twins who meet each other at summer camp and then switch places. Sound familiar?

Well, I feel there has been a litte too much gleaning and I feel we must all click on the Unseemly Button below, because I am on a diet, don’t you know.

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- Tuesday, September 9, 2003 @ 07:32 AM PST


Monday, September 8, 2003

Well, dear readers, last night’s chat was especially lively and sparkling, not necessarily in that order. Many topics were discussed, several people said KISS MY ASS, and I revealed some interesting information to those who were in the chat room – I shall reveal it here in the notes by week’s end. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? In any case, I must write these notes lickety-split or, at the very least, split-lickety because I overslept and must leave soon. I will not be late, mind you, I just don't have time to meander, don't you know. Ususally I have time to meander, but today I shan't meander.

If you missed any of the goings on during the weekend, you really must use the Unseemly Archive Button to catch up or, at the very least, ketchup. We had a late but lovely birthday celebration for our very own William E. Lurie aka WEL, although WEL didn’t drop by for the festivities as he was probably festizing himself. So, WEL, if you missed your party come check out the lovely posts of yesterday.

I’ve been watching The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, a wonderful but very long motion picture written and directed by Mr. Michael Powell and Mr. Emeric Pressberger. I’d recently picked up the Region 2 DVD of it, and I also have the Criterion DVD. Well, guess what? The three year old Region 2 DVD blows the Criterion out of the water. I know it’s heresy to say, but the Criterion is all kind of gold looking – the colors are all there and it’s obviously the same source material, but they’ve somehow added this golden hue which robs the film of its true rich colors. On the Region 2 DVD there is no golden hue and while it’s not the sharpest transfer I’ve ever seen (neither is the Criterion) the color is wonderful and true. The film has amazing things in it and I recommend it wholeheartedly.

I’m also watching Mr. Richard Fleischer’s See No Evil, with Miss Mia Farrow. It’s really bad so far and I can’t imagine it getting any better. I do like Miss Farrow, though. The score by Mr. Elmer Bernstein is so wrong-headed so much of the time that you just want to throttle him. I have this vague memory that this film had a different score originally, but I’m not sure. Anyone know?

I also checked out the transfer on Sleeping Beauty and it is truly spectacular – stunning, really. If you love this film you will be thrilled with the DVD.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly there is just too much information in this section and I’m quite bored by it all.

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- Monday, September 8, 2003 @ 08:04 AM PST


Sunday, September 7, 2003

Well, dear readers, here we are, the beginning of a brand spanking new week. I will keep these here notes short today, because it’s Sunday, sweet Sunday and Sundays are for sleeping – or is that subways are for sleeping? Perhaps both Sundays and subways are for sleeping. Of course, I am wide awake and not in the subway so could someone please tell me what the hell I’m talking about?

Yesterday I taped next week’s radio show with our very own Mr. Donald Feltham, and we played eight count them eight songs from the new Jeepers Creepers CD and we gabbed quite a bit as well, and I’m afraid we dished the dirt a little, too. You won’t want to miss a single word – Donald should have it up and running a week from today. Meanwhile, he’ll have a brand spanking new radio show up this very day.

Speaking of this very day, have I mentioned that it’s Sunday, the beginning of a brand spanking new week? And don’t forget, tonight is our Unseemly Live Chat at six o’clock Pacific Mean Daylight Savings Time. Be there or be round.

I picked up the new Superbit edition of Lawrence of Arabia – they’ve done a new transfer for this edition and comparing it with the previously released Special Edition one finds a sharper image and slightly better color, and the whole affair has more clarity and depth. I also got the Superbit edition of Leon, with Jean Reno and Natalie Portman. I’d read some grumblings about the transfer and image but those rumblings were made by nerts – it looks and sounds swell, and while it’s ultimately a rather silly film, I really like the performances of Mr. Reno and Miss Portman and the relationship their characters have – and also the villain of Mr. Gary Oldman is played so wackily that you can’t take your eyes off him. I haven’t checked out Sleeping Beauty yet, but I shall be and I shall have a full report for you.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because it is Sunday, sweet Sunday, the beginning of a brand new week.

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- Sunday, September 7, 2003 @ 09:07 AM PST


Saturday, September 6, 2003

Well, dear readers, I’m apparently still employed, and I’m thinking that this job might just last long enough until the other show goes into production. So, if I’m asked back to do that (I believe the chances are good that I would be), then one job would lead directly to the other and wouldn’t that be a lovely bunch of coconuts?

Today, she of the Evil Eye will be here, so I must amscray out of here posthaste. I shall go to our very own Donald Feltham’s house where I shall tape a radio show devoted to the new CD, Jeepers Creepers. Then, I shall do some errands, then I shall come home and write until the cows come home. Won’t that be a lovely bunch of coconuts?

Why am I going on about coconuts? I seem to have an unnatural obsession with coconuts on this particular Saturday morning. I’ve got coconuts on the brain (no mean feat), and I’ve also got coconuts on the cornea. I’ve just got too much fershluganah coconuts for my own good.

Today I shall also be picking up the new Superbit transfer of Lawrence of Arabia – normally I wouldn’t, as I have the Special Edition, but the man who restored the film, Robert Harris, says this is a whole new transfer, and much better quality, and that some sound issues have also been fixed. I was not so thrilled with the image on the Special Edition DVD, which I found a bit soft for a 70mm film that should be razor sharp. So, I’m really looking forward to this new edition. And, I’ll be picking up Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, which I’m led to believe is absolutely spectacular.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly button below because she of the Evil Eye will be here at any moment.

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- Saturday, September 6, 2003 @ 08:14 AM PST


Friday, September 5, 2003

Well, dear readers, I am still at work. I think by the end of this very day the tale will be told. Or not. You, of course, will be the first to know.

Yesterday was, at least, bearable. And, we also heard that the Penn and Teller show got picked up, so I’m hoping that at some point soon a call will come about that (it actually doesn’t gear up till mid-October and I, most likely, wouldn’t be needed for two or three weeks after that). You, of course, will be the first to know.

Last night I watched the rest of Roman Polanski’s shorts. That doesn’t sound right, does it? What am I doing watching Roman Polanski’s shorts when I don’t even know him? In any case, Roman Polanski’s shorts are very interesting and I am enjoying them. The first short is entitled “Murder” and consists of a man entering a room and stabbing another man who is asleep. The stabbing man then leaves. It runs approximately one minute. I feel one minute films are the wave of the future – they’re much cheaper to make, they never get boring, stars don’t have to commit to a long filming schedule. Yes, I shall make only one minute films from now on.

Perhaps I should write a one minute notes. However many sentences and paragraphs I can write in one minute, then that’s the day’s notes. Perhaps I should boil a one minute egg. However, where boiling eggs is concerned I need to be egged on.

Perhaps we should bring back the Bossa Nova. As you know, I blame it on the Bossa Nova, especially when I’m in Rio – I like to blame things on both the Bossa Nova and Rio and also I like to put the blame on Mame, either the person or the musical. What the hell am I talking about?

Perhaps we’d better click on the Unseemly Button below because I fear that these here first section notes have gone beyond their alloted one minute.

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- Friday, September 5, 2003 @ 07:37 AM PST


Thursday, September 4, 2003

Well, dear readers, it is already Thursday. Yesterday, someone said “Hello” nicely to me at work, so that was nice. However, it was short-lived, and then things got weird again, and I simply cannot figure it out. I am rarely at a loss, dear readers, but I am at a loss at this job. But, as my beloved Dodo Day always says, What Will Be, Will Be. I think that Friday will tell the tale. If no one says anything then I guess I’m safe for another week. I’m sort of beyond caring at this point.

Last night I finished watching the motion picture entitled A Double Life. I thought it was a most peculiar movie, but entertaining in its own weird way. Not one of Mr. Cukor’s best in my opinion (IMO, in Internet lingo) but an interesting performance from Ronald Colman, and a very early appearance by Shelly Winters. I also watched five early short films by Roman Polanski. They were all quite strange but in them one can see the seeds of his later films. He appears in several of them, and in one of them, interestingly, there is a shot where he approaches the camera to do some harm to someone that is exactly the same shot he ended up using in Chinatown when he approaches the camera to do some harm to Mr. Jack Nicholson.

I’m having birthday withdrawal right now. Doesn’t anyone have a birthday today? I need my pointy party hat and my cheese slices and ham chunks, I need my colored tights and pantaloons, I need to dance the hora and the frug. Someone must have a birthday. Isn’t there some lurker out there having a birthday? Oh, well, birthdays tomorrow, comedy tonight – oh, a Stephen Sondheim reference.

We had a brief power outage at work yesterday. It was very peculiar and I am happy that I was not in the elevator at the time. The entire building went out and it was quite strange but only added to the overall strangeness inherent in this jernt.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so we can see if anyone is having a birthday in the next section.

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- Thursday, September 4, 2003 @ 07:35 AM PST


Wednesday, September 3, 2003

Well, dear readers, I swear to you, I had no idea if I would even complete the day at work yesterday, that’s how strange it is there. But, I did, and I’ll be going there momentarily, but whether I will be here next week is anyone’s guess. I simply have no clew – it’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh, well, one day at a time as they say, and maybe I’m wrong about all this. As my beloved Dodo Day used to say, Que Sera Sera.

The lovely thing about this week is that it’s already Wednesday and Friday is but two days away. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?

I heard from my pal Marc Wanamaker, who it the premiere Los Angeles historian (especially Hollywood and the studios) in terms of photographs. I saw him at the recent Nudie Musical screening and he gave me a sheaf of wonderful and amazing old LA photos of things that were featured in Kritzerland. In any case, Harvey Schmidt and I have been chatting about the cover of Kritzer 3, and I told him I had two or three things I thought might work, but that I had to get photos. Thankfully, Marc came through today and said photos are on their way to me. One of them sounds perfect, even in his description of it over the phone. I have wanted each of these covers to be something iconographic from my childhood – an LA specific thing that would be important in the life of Benjamin Kritzer. So, I’m hoping to decide on the image this week, then Harvey can start his painting and translate it into his own magical style.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, because I must go to work to see if I’m still working. If I am still working then I shall work all the livelong day, come home, and go back on Thursday morning to see if I’m still working – or, as Stephen Schwartz once said, Day by Day. Day by Day – that could be the title of my beloved Dodo Day’s autobiography.

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- Wednesday, September 3, 2003 @ 07:31 AM PST


Tuesday, September 2, 2003

Well, dear readers, the Labor Day weekend is finally over and hopefully we can get back to business as usual at this here site. Despite all the errant and truant weekend behavior, we did manage to have a lively and sparkling chat last night with a rather large roomful of people. We discussed all manner of interesting things and there were many fascinating revelations revealed.

I wrote up a storm over the weekend and am in the home stretch on Kritzer 3. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too? That was but one of the many fascinating revelations that were revealed last night. Does today seem like Tuesday? It seems like Monday to me, and yet I know in my heart of hearts or, at the very least, in my club of clubs, that it is indeed Tuesday. Ah, the conundrum of the days.

Shortly I shall be leaving to go back to work. I must say, this is the strangest job I’ve ever had – I have no idea if they like me or hate me or if they think I’m doing well or if they think I’m just okay or if they think I’m wretched. No one says anything, and it’s sort of getting on my nerves. The fellow who runs the company is a very nice man, but it is impossible to read him, and his mood swings are very strange. One minute he’ll be gruff and short, and then five minutes later he’ll be friendly and warm. It’s actually driving me a little crazy and we all know what a short drive that is. However, I take it day by day and week by week – what else can one do? I hear one can do any number of things. For example, one can do a handstand whilst eating a tortilla. Did you know that one could do that? I did and do and I do and did. What the hell am I talking about?

I’ll tell you what the hell I’m talking about. I’m talking about putting on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, I’m talking about breaking out the cheese slices and the ham chunks, I’m talking about dancing the hora and the monkey, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. And why am I talkin’ about these things? Well, I’ll tell you why I’m talkin’ about these things because why should I withhold such things from you? We’ve got a birthday to celebrate here at haineshisway.com, that’s why I’m talkin’ about these things. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is dear reader Ron Pulliam’s very own birthday and we wish to wish him a big swell birthday with a big swell birthday cheer. On the count of three: One, two, three – HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER RON PULLIAM WITH A BIG SWELL BIRTHDAY CHEER!

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I must hie myself to the Oaks of Sherman where I shall work all the livelong day.

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- Tuesday, September 2, 2003 @ 07:34 AM PST


Monday, September 1, 2003

Well, dear readers, try to remember for here it is, September, and still Labor Day Weekend. If you weren’t with us yesterday you might not know that this here site had a small crash and we were down until about one o’clock. This has only happened once before and Mr. Mark Bakalor and I are looking into ways to make certain it doesn’t happen again. However, these things do happen in the age of computers and software. Other than that small little hiccup, we’ve been having a fine Labor Day Weekend celebration. Small and funny and fine.

Yesterday, I stayed home all the livelong day (except for a brief sojourn to the market) and I wrote most of the livelong day, close to fourteen pages. I also watched a DVD entitled Titanic, with Mr. Clifton Webb and Miss Barbara Stanwyck. It was a very enjoyable film, and the transfer looks lovely. Back when the film was made I must say it was quite daring for a major studio to release a film without a score, especially as dramatic a film as this one, but the score by Sol Kaplan consists of a main title cue, and one other cue late in the film. Other than that, there’s a bit of source music and that is it. I also watched the first half of a Clint Eastwood movie called Tightrope, actually written and directed by first-timer Richard Tuggle. I hadn’t seen it since it came out, and it holds up pretty well, although I don’t find it one of Mr. Eastwood’s best.

Today I was supposed to go to dear reader Mark Rothman’s house for supper, but I have asked for a raincheck because I must get through the chapter I am writing. Normally, I wouldn’t take a rain check, I’d just pick up when I got home, but I just feel I need to finish this chapter before I start work again tomorrow. So, hopefully Mr. Mark Rothman will give me said raincheck and all will be well with the world and environs.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I simply must get them posted, mustn’t I?

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Entries

10/18/{{yearyear}
SOMETHING IS STIRRING


10/17/2003
IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD WORLD


10/16/2003
LOST AND FOUND


10/15/2003
SAVING MEG RYAN


10/14/2003
THE NON-ABATING CACOPHONY


10/13/2003
OOPS, I FORGOT THE TITLE AGAIN


10/12/2003
I DO! I DO!


10/11/2003
WHAT A PIECE OF WORK WAS YESTERDAY


10/10/2003
THE SITE THAT WASN'T


10/01/2003
OCTOBERFEST


09/30/2003
SKIMMING THE LAST OF SEPTEMBER


09/29/2003
THE VERY INFORMATIVE MONDAY NOTES


09/28/2003
THE INVIGORATING WHATNOT


09/27/2003
THE YESTERDAY OF TODAY


09/26/2003
IS THAT ALL THERE IS?


09/25/2003
ALL THAT JAZZ


09/24/2003
TORRANCE OF ARCADIA


09/23/2003
PUNDITS, WITS, AND WAGS


09/22/2003
TITLE TIME


09/21/2003
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY


09/20/2003
THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME


09/19/2003
OOPS, I ALMOST FORGOT A TITLE


09/18/2003
THE CONUNDRUM OF BK'S NOTES II


09/17/2003
WITH HOT FUDGE ON TOP


09/16/2003
TO CHAT OR NOT TO CHAT


09/15/2003
THE BUSY DAYS AHEAD


09/14/2003
THE NO-FLY ZONE


09/13/2003
THE ZEN ZONE


09/12/2003
TAKING THE HORNS BY THE BULL


09/11/2003
THE ME NOTES


09/10/2003
I'M SO EXCITED


09/09/2003
WHAT ELSE CAN I TELL YOU?


09/08/2003
MONDAYS ARE FOR OVERSLEEPING


09/07/2003
SUNDAYS AND SUBWAYS ARE FOR SLEEPING


09/06/2003
A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS


09/05/2003
THE ONE MINUTE NOTES


09/04/2003
WHAT, NO PARTY?


09/03/2003
THEY LOVE ME, THEY LOVE ME NOT


09/02/2003
TWENTY-FOUR HOUR PARTY PEOPLE


09/01/2003
TRY TO REMEMBER


08/31/2003
CRASH


08/31/2003
THE LABOR PARTY


08/29/2003
PRANCING ABOUT LIKE A WOOD NYMPH


08/28/2003
A PARAGRAPH OF NO IMPORTANCE


08/27/2003
OLD DEVIL NOTES


08/26/2003
BARTENDER, MAKE IT A DOUBLE


08/25/2003
THE LESBIAN VAMPIRE


08/24/2003
THE LAUNDRY LIST


08/23/2003
THE RETURN OF THE UNSEEMLY TRIVIA CONTEST


08/22/2003
SENTIMENTAL ME


08/21/2003
THE FORMATIVE STAGES


08/20/2003
MOLTO AGITATO IN A LATHER


08/19/2003
THE LESSON


08/18/2003
I'LL BE THERE WITH BELLS ON


08/17/2003
TOO DARN HOT


08/16/2003
THE PAST, THE PRESENT, AND THE FUTURE


08/15/2003
BLACKOUT


08/14/2003
WHAT, NO DIET COKE?


08/13/2003
OFF-THE-CUFF


08/12/2003
THE SMELT IN A PELT


08/11/2003
THE MIX MASTER


08/10/2003
THE TECHNICOLOR OZ


08/09/2003
MORE MERE


08/08/2003
MEN WITH BIG MACHINES


08/07/2003
THE POSTING FRENZY


08/06/2003
THE NIGHT OUT


08/05/2003
HAVE I MENTIONED?


08/04/2003
THE FIRST MONDAY IN AUGUST


08/03/2003
THE HOT HOUSE


08/02/2003
THE INTERNAL CLOCK


08/01/2003
THE FIRST OF AUGUST


07/31/2003
THE CASUALLY FORMAL NOTES


07/30/2003
JULY IS BUSTIN' OUT ALL OVER


07/29/2003
THE PARTY'S NOT OVER


07/28/2003
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL


07/27/2003
IT'S PARTY TIME


07/26/2003
SHE OF THE EVIL EYE


07/25/2003
YES, VIRGINIA, IT'S FRIDAY


07/24/2003
JIGGY WITH THE JOURNAL


07/23/2003
SPARKLE AND FIZZ


07/22/2003
I GET A KICK


07/21/2003
THE SPLENDIDLY SPLENDID LIVE CHAT AND OTHER MATTERS


07/20/2003
THE NOTES THAT WENT UP LATE


07/19/2003
YUMMILICIOUS


07/18/2003
A LITTLE EXPERIMENT


07/17/2003
DARK CHOCOLATE NUTS AND CHEWS


07/16/2003
THE THOROUGH PIG


07/15/2003
BK, CONSULTING DETECTIVE


07/14/2003
THE CITY OF STUDIO


07/13/2003
A SUNDAY KIND OF SUNDAY


07/12/2003
THE BUSY DAY OFF


07/11/2003
THE OAKS OF SHERMAN


07/10/2003
THE HILLS OF BEVERLY


07/09/2003
BOTOXING THE NOTES


07/08/2003
AN iMAC NAMED SCHWARTZ


07/07/2003
THE WAKE-UP CALL


07/06/2003
RETURN OF THE FLY


07/05/2003
THE STRANGE CASE OF THE REAPPEARING FLY


07/04/2003
RED, WHITE AND BLUE PANTALOONS


07/03/2003
THE LONGER LONG WEEKEND OR THE SHORTER LONG WEEKEND


07/02/2003
IF IT'S TUESDAY IT MUST BE WEDNESDAY


07/01/2003
OF CABBAGES AND KINGS


06/30/2003
HOBNOBBING


06/29/2003
RUBBING ELBOWS


06/28/2003
CLIFF'S NOTES


06/27/2003
THE KILLER BEES


06/26/2003
THE FIELD TRIP


06/25/2003
TRAINS AND BOATS AND PLANES


06/24/2003
THE HIGHLY INFORMATIVE NOTES


06/23/2003
THE MORNING AFTER


06/22/2003
THE 600 CLUB


06/21/2003
THE SWARM


06/20/2003
DOING MARIA OUSPENSKAYA


06/19/2003
THE ZOO STORY


06/18/2003
THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE


06/17/2003
THE DISAPPEARING THREAD


06/16/2003
WITH A THONG IN MY HEART


06/15/2003
PUT ON YOUR SUNDAY CLOTHES


06/14/2003
THE FULL MOON AND WHAT IT MIGHT HAVE MEANT


06/13/2003
FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH


06/12/2003
THE AFTER-HOURS


06/11/2003
THE BIRDS


06/10/2003
THE MISSING FLASHBACK


06/09/2003
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY


06/08/2003
SLEEPING LIKE A LOG


06/07/2003
THE HOOTENANNY


06/06/2003
THE RECORDING METAPHOR


06/05/2003
THOROUGHLY MODERN BK


06/04/2003
ON BEING TODAY


06/03/2003
THE SECOND SESSION


06/02/2003
THE FIRST SESSION


06/01/2003
DAINTY JUNE


05/31/2003
Ev'RY STREET'S A BOULEVARD IN OLD NEW YORK


05/30/2003
THE TRIP


05/29/2003
THE LIVELY AND SPARKLING SCREENING


05/28/2003
LIDA ROSE


05/27/2003
THE MINUTIAE OF LIFE


05/26/2003
PHEASANT UNDER GLASS


05/25/2003
JOE'S SPECIAL


05/24/2003
THE SATURDAY REPORT


05/23/2003
THE CAKE OR PASTA QUESTION


05/22/2003
WE'RE HAVIN' A HEAT WAVE


05/21/2003
THE WEST SIDE STORY


05/20/2003
GETTING A BUZZ ON


05/19/2003
MAKING TRACKS


05/18/2003
THE MUSSO AND FRANK STORY


05/17/2003
THE ORDER OF BUSINESS


05/16/2003
ANATOMY OF A MURDER


05/15/2003
THE RENTAL CAR


05/14/2003
THE BODY SHOP


05/13/2003
THE LITTLE MUNDANE TRIVIALITIES OF DAILY LIFE


05/12/2003
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO INA BALIN?


05/11/2003
GREETING THE DAY


05/10/2003
THE DANGER OF CELL PHONES OR AN AFTERNOON VISIT


05/09/2003
THE NOTES WHAT I WROTE


05/08/2003
THE JAUNTY NOTES


05/07/2003
CONVERGENCE


05/06/2003
SOUPED UP HOT RODS


05/05/2003
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW


05/04/2003
YESTERDAY WAS FUNNY


05/03/2003
CUTE LITTLE PARGRAPHS AND THE ABATING RAIN


05/02/2003
THE GYPSY EFFECT


05/01/2003
THE LUSTY MONTH OF MAY


04/30/2003
THE LAST OF APRIL


04/29/2003
LAGGING BEHIND


04/28/2003
CATCHING UP


04/27/2003
CHILLER II


04/26/2003
CHILLER


04/25/2003
A NEW JERSEY STATE OF MIND


04/24/2003
WHAT, NO OOMPH?


04/23/2003
THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF SHRIFT


04/22/2003
THE PARTY


04/21/2003
THE LOW-FLYING HELICOPTER


04/20/2003
RIPE WITH METAPHOR


04/19/2003
CLIFF'S NOTES


04/18/2003
THE CONSTANT SAW


04/17/2003
WHAT, ANOTHER BIRTHDAY?


04/16/2003
PERFECTLY MARVELOUS


04/15/2003
A FINE HOW DO YOU DO


04/14/2003
MORE IS LESS


04/13/2003
ONLY TIME WILL TELL


04/12/2003
THE WEATHER FORECAST


04/11/2003
THE HURRYING AND SCURRYING NOTES


04/10/2003
WEIRD SEED


04/09/2003
HERETOFORE, THERETOFORE AND EVERYWHERETOFORE


04/08/2003
THE IDLES OF APRIL


04/07/2003
NOW I'VE GONE AND DONE IT


04/06/2003
AS TRUE AS THE DAY IS LONG


04/05/2003
FEDORA


04/04/2003
THE MATING GAME


04/03/2003
A DAY WITHOUT BLATHER


04/02/2003
A LOVELY BIT OF NEWS


04/01/2003
THESE FOOLISH THINGS


03/31/2003
THE ATTACK OF THE ALLERGIES


03/30/2003
THE LITTLE SUNDAY NOTES


03/29/2003
THE DRY, PARCHED AND ARID NOTES


03/28/2003
GONE WITH THE WIND


03/27/2003
MY RALPH LAUREN'S ROMANCE


03/26/2003
FOCUS, PLEASE


03/25/2003
GOING BOLLYWOOD


03/24/2003
THE BASH TO END THEM ALL


03/23/2003
THE OSCAR BASH


03/22/2003
BEING SKEEVED


03/21/2003
I AM A VOTING MEMBER


03/20/2003
A SLIGHT SETBACK


03/19/2003
THE BEAUTIFUL LAND IS IN YOUR HEART


03/18/2003
SO THE PUNDITS SAY


03/17/2003
THE DAY AFTER


03/16/2003
THE SUNDAY OF OUR 500th NOTES


03/15/2003
THE RAINY NOTES


03/14/2003
WHAT, NO DIVERTISSEMENTS?


03/13/2003
THE DELETE BUTTON


03/12/2003
INTO THE GYM


03/11/2003
THE SPECIAL TREAT


03/10/2003
MONDAY MADNESS


03/09/2003
THE PRICE OF GAS LATELY


03/08/2003
THE EVIL EYE


03/07/2003
THE HEADCACHE


03/06/2003
THE NEW WEBSITE OF ME


03/05/2003
LIVELY AND SPARKLING DOINGS


03/04/2003
THERE ARE DAYS AND THERE ARE DAYS


03/03/2003
ADDING THE "E"


03/02/2003
THE SUN FELL ON MY FACE


03/01/2003
MARCHING TO THE TUNE OF A DIFFERENT DRUMMER WITH LOX


02/28/2003
THE LAST OF FEBRUARY


02/27/2003
NOTES WITHOUT CHEESE, LETTUCE AND TOMATOES


02/26/2003
TIME, THE BITCH-GODDESS


02/25/2003
NOTES WITH DIRECTIONS


02/24/2003
THE ANNOYING POP-UP


02/23/2003
MARCHING TOWARD MARCH


02/22/2003
WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A BY-YOUR-LEAVE


02/21/2003
THE FORTUNE COOKIE


02/20/2003
THE NOT OK OKLAHOMA


02/19/2003
THE MIRROR EFFECT


02/18/2003
OVERTURE


02/17/2003
RESTORATION


02/16/2003
FOR EXAMPLE


02/15/2003
ROUMANIAN ADVENTURE


02/14/2003
NO MEAN FEET


02/13/2003
THE RETURN OF THE SINGING BIRD


02/12/2003
LISTEN TO THE RAIN ON THE ROOF


02/11/2003
THE WORD GLITCH AND OTHER EVENTS


02/10/2003
THE NON-FUNCTIONING BRAIN


02/09/2003
BEING SGT. FRIDAY ON A SUNDAY


02/08/2003
DISCOVERING MARJORIE HELLEN


02/07/2003
A FEW ANNOUNCEMENTS


02/06/2003
EATING OUR CURDS AND WHEY


02/05/2003
QUICK WATSON, THE NOTES!


02/04/2003
THE BIG SLEEP


02/03/2003
ONCE UPON A TIME IN CYBERSPACE


02/02/2003
THE ROGUE'S GALLERY


02/01/2003
HELLO, MOLLY!


01/31/2003
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKIN' AT OUR COLLECTIVE DOORS


01/30/2003
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO


01/29/2003
PERFECTLY MARVELOUS


01/28/2003
A LOVELY DAY


01/27/2003
IT'S GET-TOGETHER WEATHER


01/26/2003
AND ALL THAT JAZZ


01/25/2003
THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE KIMMEL'S BACK


01/24/2003
THE VERY STRAIGHTFORWARD NOTES


01/23/2003
THE SWIMMING HEAD


01/22/2003
TIME IS A FLEETING MISTRESS


01/21/2003
THE 'F' WORD


01/20/2003
UFO


01/19/2003
THE DANGLING PARTICIPLE


01/18/2003
A CERTAIN LACK OF STYLE


01/17/2003
THE SWEET NOTES


01/16/2003
ALL THAT FAR FROM HEAVEN ALLOWS


01/15/2003
DOING THE DEMO


01/14/2003
ONLY TIME WILL TELL


01/13/2003
MOTH WATERING


01/12/2003
THE FLYING TURTLE


01/11/2003
LOST AND FOUND


01/10/2003
THE MATTERS AT HAND, FOOT AND ELBOW


01/09/2003
THE FERSHLUGANAH NOTES


01/08/2003
SINGING TODAY'S NOTES


01/07/2003
TROUBLE IN RIVER CITY


01/06/2003
NOTES WITHOUT MUSIC


01/05/2003
TROUBLE IN PARADISE


01/04/2003
THE REVEALING SATURDAY NOTES


01/03/2003
THE GAY NOTES


01/02/2003
THE UNTITLED THURSDAY NOTES


01/01/2003
THE HAPPY NEW YEAR NOTES


12/31/2002
ROCKIN' NEW YEAR'S EVE


12/30/2002
THE OVERT PUNCTUATION


12/29/2002
THE FRONT-LOADED NOTES


12/28/2002
WHO'S GOT THE PAIN?


12/27/2002
HITTING THE HAY


12/26/2002
THE MICE ARE STIRRING


12/25/2002
NO COUNT THEM NO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!


12/24/2002
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING, NOT EVEN A MOUSE


12/23/2002
HO,HO,HO


12/22/2002
SANTA CLAUS IS COMIN' TO TOWN


12/21/2002
THE STANLEY STEEMER INCIDENT


12/20/2002
SO IT IS WRITTEN, SO IT SHALL BE


12/19/2002
CREIGHTON BARREL


12/18/2002
THE V NOTES


12/17/2002
HAVING OURSELVES A MERRY LITTLE CHRISTMAS


12/16/2002
THESE ARE THE EGG NOTES


12/15/2002
THE MALAISE OF MODERN LIFE


12/14/2002
LETTING MY HAIR DOWN


12/13/2002
THE PALM SPRINGS STORY


12/12/2002
THROWING AND HURLING


12/11/2002
TERSE, FLORID AND TORPID


12/10/2002
COMING APART AT THE SEAMS


12/09/2002
WRAPPING UP THE NOTES IN A PRETTY PINK RIBBON


12/08/2002
MY CUP RUNNETH OVER


12/07/2002
WILD, WILD WEEKEND


12/06/2002
HUMMING/SINGING THE GLORY OF LOVE


12/05/2002
HARD-BOILED EGGS


12/04/2002
HELLO, I MUST BE GOING


12/03/2002
WELSH RAREBIT


12/02/2002
CHOMPING AT THE BIT


12/01/2002
GOING OUT ON A LIMB


11/30/2002
THE SATURDAY SHUFFLE


11/29/2002
THE FRENCH TURN


11/28/2002
TURKEY LURKING TIME


11/27/2002
EXTRAPOLATING A TITLE ON A WEDNESDAY


11/26/2002
DICK AND JANE


11/25/2002
THAT GREAT COME-AND-GET-IT DAY


11/24/2002
TIME IS A CRUEL MISTRESS


11/23/2002
WHAT A CLEVER LAD AM I


11/22/2002
IT'S DOTAY WITH ME


11/21/2002
I WONDER AS I WANDER


11/20/2002
WAXING AND WANING


11/19/2002
ROMPING ABOUT MERCILESSLY


11/18/2002
A COLON WITH A HAT


11/17/2002
SUNDAY, BLESSED SUNDAY


11/16/2002
ROAM FREE THE WILD WORLD


11/15/2002
WHATNOT


11/14/2002
THE STOLEN HOURS


11/13/2002
THE VIEW ASKEW


11/12/2002
WHAT A PERFECTLY USELESS WORD IS ELSE


11/11/2002
MAY THE HAINESIES/KIMLETS BE WITH YOU


11/10/2002
FROM WHENCE THEY CAME


11/09/2002
THIS IS OUR ONCE-A-YEAR DAY


11/08/2002
THE NAKED TRUTH


11/07/2002
THE DULY NOTED NOTES


11/06/2002
WHAT A REVOLTIN' DEVELOPMENT THIS IS


11/05/2002
CARRIE ME BACK TO BRIAN DE PALMA


11/04/2002
GETTING OFF THE BUTT CHEEKS AND VAMOOSING


11/03/2002
HOW LUCKIE CAN YOU GET?


11/02/2002
THE MINI-MOMENTOUS DAY


11/01/2002
A FINE NOVEMBER


10/31/2002
THE SCARY NOTES


10/30/2002
THE DEEP DEPTHS


10/29/2002
GETTING MY BEARINGS


10/28/2002
ONE TINY LITTLE BAG


10/27/2002
WEEDING OUT THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF


10/26/2002
LET US EAT CAKE


10/25/2002
CARRY ON NOTES


10/24/2002
UNNATURAL AND INTRUSIVE TO MY INNER BEING


10/23/2002
FOR A CHANGE OF PACE


10/22/2002
THE SPURTING WATER HEATER


10/21/2002
THE INTERESTING NOTES


10/20/2002
THE NOT-SO-HAPPY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY


10/19/2002
YIPPEE KAYIYAY


10/18/2002
SEA LEGS


10/17/2002
BLUNTED BY TIME CONSTRAINTS


10/16/2002
RANT AND RUN


10/15/2002
THE LATE WAKE-UP CALL


10/14/2002
THE BARE MINUMUM


10/13/2002
THE BRAYING BIRD


10/12/2002
THE MOVING CURSOR


10/11/2002
THE EILEEN ATKINS DIET


10/10/2002
I HAVE RETURNED


10/09/2002
NO LOLLYGAGGING ALLOWED


10/08/2002
DEAR DIARY


10/07/2002
WHAT A SWELL PARTY IT WAS


10/06/2002
THE RETRO NOTES


10/05/2002
HERE IS MY BELIEF - IN BRIEF


10/04/2002
WHAT ELSE CAN I TELL YOU?


10/03/2002
A CONVENTIONAL DITHER


10/02/2002
OUR WHINES HAVE TENDER GRIPES


10/01/2002
THE OCTOBER COUNTRY


09/30/2002
CHAOS AND DISORDER


09/29/2002
THE MYSTERIOUS GOINGS ON


09/28/2002
THE NOTES SANS TITLE ARE SANS NO MORE


09/27/2002
RAISE HIGH THE ROOF BEAM CARPENTERS


09/26/2002
THE RATHER ENGLISH NOTES


09/25/2002
BLURRY DAYS


09/24/2002
THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS


09/23/2002
IT'S DELOVELY


09/22/2002
SLEUTH


09/21/2002
THE NATIVES ARE RESTLESS


09/20/2002
SINGING THE TITLE SONG TO KOYAANISQATSI


09/19/2002
FOOLS RUSH IN


09/18/2002
THE LAY OF THE LAND


09/17/2002
KARMA, BABY, KARMA


09/16/2002
A BUNCH OF FIGS, OR THE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE NOTES


09/15/2002
THE WORKING SUNDAY


09/14/2002
NO DAWDLING ALLOWED


09/13/2002
A BRIEF ANNOUNCEMENT


09/12/2002
WHAT, MORE ANNOUNCEMENTS?


09/11/2002
THE FRUITION FACTOR


09/10/2002
THE ANNOUNCEMENTS CONTINUE


09/09/2002
CON BRIO


09/08/2002
HOW LONG WAS MY PARAGRAPH


09/07/2002
THE WILD PARTIES


09/06/2002
THE WALKING BLIMP


09/05/2002
MISSING SENTENCES


09/04/2002
THE LIVELY FAMOUR


09/03/2002
OUT OF THE LOOP


09/02/2002
THE NON-LABORIOUS LABOR DAY DOINGS


09/01/2002
NERO'S BACK IN TOWN


08/31/2002
LIKE A FESTERING COLD SORE IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER


08/30/2002
AND THE BAND PLAYED ON


08/29/2002
THE VERY CONTRARY NOTES


08/28/2002
HAVING A HIGH OLD LIME


08/27/2002
SKIMMING THE NOTES


08/26/2002
BEING PEDANTIC ON A MONDAY MORNING


08/25/2002
LOUNGING ON A LAZY SUNDAY


08/24/2002
THE DIRECTOR'S NIGHTMARE


08/23/2002
CAWING LIKE MANIACAL HARPIES ON BAD ACID


08/22/2002
AND THEY'RE OFF AND RUNNING


08/21/2002
LET'S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF


08/20/2002
CLIMB EV'RY MOUNTAIN, FORD EV'RY STREAM


08/19/2002
THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT


08/18/2002
NOT FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA


08/17/2002
THE SPICKY SPACKY WICKY WACKY SPICY CHINESE FOOD


08/16/2002
THE FAMILY UNIT


08/15/2002
THE OVERCAST THURSDAY


08/14/2002
THE NOTES WITH NO NAME


08/13/2002
CURIOUSITY KILLED THE CAT


08/12/2002
THE ZIPPY NOTES


08/11/2002
THE DAY OF THE LOCUSTS


08/10/2002
LIKE A HAMSTER IN HEAT


08/09/2002
KILLER BEES


08/08/2002
AT THE COPA


08/07/2002
THE WHIZ


08/06/2002
THE SOUND OF MOWING


08/05/2002
WHAT IS INTERESTING


08/04/2002
THE SIMONIZED SUNDAY


08/03/2002
CAT WITH A POST-NASAL DRIP


08/02/2002
THE 8/02 FIX


08/01/2002
A LOUD AND DEFIANT C#


08/01/2002
THE FIRST NOTES OF AUGUST


07/31/2002
THE RETURN OF MELTZ AND ERNEST


07/30/2002
UP WHERE WE BELONG


07/29/2002
VAMP UNTIL READY


07/28/2002
THE LAZY, LANGUID AND LIMPID SUNDAY NOTES


07/27/2002
INTRIGUE, DRAMA, SUSPENSE!


07/26/2002
SHAKING OUR COLLECTIVE BOOTIES


07/25/2002
SCRAMBLED EGGS


07/24/2002
BK'S HANDY-DANDY INVESTIGATIVE TECHNIQUES


07/23/2002
WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE?


07/22/2002
A HERMAPHRODITE WITH A CLUB FOOT


07/21/2002
THE BABBLING ME


07/20/2002
THE WIZARD OF NOTES


07/19/2002
THE WANING OF THE DAY


07/18/2002
BLEARY-EYED AND VAGUELY DISCONTENTED


07/17/2002
WHAT ABOUT BOB?


07/16/2002
LAYING BARE THE UNIVERSAL TRUTHS


07/15/2002
OFF THE CUFF


07/14/2002
THE DONUT ON MY BACK


07/13/2002
JUST THE FACTS, MA'AM, NOTHING BUT THE FACTS


07/12/2002
THE JOINT IS JUMPIN'


07/11/2002
THE EPHEMERA OF OUR DAILY LIVES


07/10/2002
CORRUPTION


07/09/2002
THE HITCHCOCKIAN NOTES


07/08/2002
GRASPING AT STRAWS


07/07/2002
IT'S MAGIC!


07/06/2002
SOME LIKE IT FRIED


07/05/2002
THE SCAM


07/04/2002
THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE PANTALOONS


07/03/2002
I LOVE LUCH


07/02/2002
THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER


07/01/2002
A SONG FOR JULY


06/30/2002
DAY ONE... DAY TWO


06/29/2002
NOT A WHIT OF WIT


06/28/2002
THE VERY SPECIAL FRIDAY


06/27/2002
YOU NEVER KNOW


06/26/2002
THE UNWIELDY HOLLOW VICTORY


06/25/2002
THE SHIPPING NEWS


06/24/2002
PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD


06/23/2002
THE MOE FACTOR


06/22/2002
FINE AND DANDY


06/21/2002
THE CASE OF THE FROZEN AOL


06/20/2002
RANKLED IN A LEOPARD-SKIN DICKIE


06/19/2002
A TALE OF TWO TALES


06/18/2002
THE ELABORATE BUT CUNNING RUSE


06/17/2002
SWEET CLARITY


06/16/2002
THE PALTRY POSTS OF YORE


06/15/2002
JUMPING IN THE SHOWER


06/14/2002
BALLS IN THE AIR


06/13/2002
IS THAT MARY WITH A "Y"?


06/12/2002
SPILLING THE BEANS


06/11/2002
OFF-THE-CUFF


06/10/2002
THE PHOENIX RISING


06/09/2002
THE FAUX CARBONARA


06/08/2002
THE SOUND SLEEPER


06/07/2002
THE THEME OF TODAY'S NOTES


06/06/2002
THE BOXER SHORTS AND THE FLYING DISC


06/05/2002
A POWER SURGE IN A NUTSHELL


06/04/2002
THE FARMER AND THE COWMAN


06/03/2002
NOTHING SHORT OF GROTESQUE


06/02/2002
OUR VAGUE WORLD


06/01/2002
DRAWN AND QUARTERED


05/31/2002
THE SURPRISE ON THE PORCH


05/30/2002
TUT AND PHUT


05/29/2002
DEFORMED HEARTS


05/28/2002
NO RHYME OR REASON


05/27/2002
A SOUPCON OF NOTES


05/26/2002
AMBROSIA SALAD


05/25/2002
THE CASE OF THE REFRIED BEANS


05/24/2002
THE 200 BLOWS


05/23/2002
PROCEEDING APACE


05/22/2002
THE STRAIGHT SKINNY


05/21/2002
ARTICHOKES AND BROUHAHAS


05/20/2002
FLYING THINGS


05/19/2002
MUTANT VEGETABLES


05/18/2002
THE MAN WHO ATE TOO MUCH


05/17/2002
THE FRIDAY AFTER THE THURSDAY BEFORE THE SATURDAY


05/16/2002
SURF'S UP


05/15/2002
HEAVY TRAFFIC


05/14/2002
EXEMPLARY...BRILLIANT...GENIUS


05/13/2002
HOISTED ON ONE'S OWN PETARD


05/12/2002
MY NECK OF THE WOODS


05/11/2002
LETTING THE CHIPS FALL


05/10/2002
SMELL-O-VISION


05/09/2002
SIX MONTHS OUT OF EVERY YEAR


05/08/2002
SMOKING THE BACON


05/07/2002
HELL TO PAY


05/06/2002
THE COOKIES THAT KNEW TOO MUCH


05/05/2002
COOL, MAN, COOL


05/04/2002
THE HOOVER THAT WAS


05/03/2002
EATING A GUMMY HORSE


05/02/2002
THE KITCHEN COUNTER


05/01/2002
THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY


04/30/2002
FORGOING THE FLOGGING


04/29/2002
THE BIG EVENT


04/28/2002
ADDENDUM


04/27/2002
THE LATE NOTES AND WHY IT IS SO


04/26/2002
THE ROUGED ROGUE


04/25/2002
BELIEVE IT OR NOT


04/24/2002
NIGHT WRITER


04/23/2002
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FOLLOWING DAY


04/22/2002
THE HOME STRETCH


04/21/2002
THE REVISIT


04/20/2002
THE MERRY PRANKS


04/19/2002
THE POUNDS THAT WOULDN'T GO AWAY


04/18/2002
THE BROKEN RECORD


04/17/2002
THE TONGUE AND THE XM


04/16/2002
THE SPURIOUS FOODGROUP


04/15/2002
FROM WHENCE IT CAME


04/14/2002
MY GOODNESS


04/13/2002
WELCOME TO BENIHANA


04/12/2002
FLEMISH ART QUIRKS


04/11/2002
THE NOBLE BARNES


04/10/2002
CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC


04/09/2002
INSERTING A SPACE


04/08/2002
THE FORGOTTEN CLOCK


04/07/2002
TIME MARCHES ON


04/06/2002
THE ASTONISHING AFTER-THE-FACT FACT


04/05/2002
THE MELTZ AND ERNEST STORY


04/04/2002
THE ANSWER MAN


04/03/2002
FORGET-ME-NOT


04/02/2002
BELOW THE JECT


04/01/2002
THE MERRY PRANKS


03/31/2002
IT CAME UPON ME UNAWARES


03/30/2002
AN URN OF LUMPEN GRAVY


03/29/2002
BAJA FRESH


03/28/2002
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING ERNEST


03/27/2002
THE PASSOVER PLOTZ


03/26/2002
BEEP BEEP


03/25/2002
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE OSCARS


03/24/2002
CUBING THE HAM


03/23/2002
NO MORE HYPHENS


03/22/2002
TAKE TWO TABLOIDS AND CALL ME IN THE MORNING


03/21/2002
QUAQUA


03/20/2002
THE ANSWER MAN


03/19/2002
FACTUAL INFORMATION


03/18/2002
CURDS AND WHEY


03/17/2002
BEING GREEN


03/16/2002
THE GENDER OF GRASSHOPPERS


03/15/2002
RUNNING AMOK


03/14/2002
THE UNCOUTH INTERLOPER


03/13/2002
THE DINNER PARTY


03/12/2002
CRAVING THE ENCHILADA


03/11/2002
SEARCHING FOR LIBERACE


03/10/2002
OMELET


03/09/2002
SPAM


03/08/2002
THE THIRD COMMENTARY


03/07/2002
QUESTION ME AN ANSWER


03/06/2002
A WAND'RING MINSTREL I


03/05/2002
VAMP TILL READY


03/04/2002
VIS A VIS


03/03/2002
SILLY FOOD


03/02/2002
OBFUSCATION


03/01/2002
CRAB CAKES IN TARZANA


02/28/2002
THE LAST OF FEBRUARY


02/27/2002
COITUS INTERRUPTUS


02/26/2002
THIS COULD BE THE START OF SOMETHING BIG


02/25/2002
STARTING HERE, STARTING NOW


02/24/2002
REDISCOVERING OSCAR


02/23/2002
A MORASS OF NOTHINGNESS


02/22/2002
I HAD A DREAM


02/21/2002
OPEN A NEW WINDOW


02/20/2002
THE BEGINNING OF THE END


02/19/2002
THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES


02/18/2002
ONCE UPON A TIME


02/17/2002
THE PORTRAIT OF GEORGE CHAKIRIS


02/16/2002
WILDER TIMES


02/15/2002
THE LONG WEEKEND


02/14/2002
MY FUNNY VALENTINE


02/13/2002
THE WAY WE WERE


02/12/2002
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS


02/11/2002
HAVING YOUR HISSY FIT


02/10/2002
THE SUNDAY PAPERS


02/09/2002
DISCOVERING THE GNU


02/08/2002
THE MISSING PERSONALITY


02/07/2002
THE MONOPOLY METAPHORS


02/06/2002
GETTING SERVICED


02/05/2002
THE QUALITY OF SOCKS


02/04/2002
THE FOURTH BLURB


02/03/2002
DREAMING OF DONUTS


02/02/2002
THE FEBRUARY CONUNDRUM


02/01/2002
THE DRY NOTES


01/31/2002
COLE SLAW


01/30/2002
WHOLLY SCIENTIFIC AND PONDEROUS NOTES


01/29/2002
TELLING TALES


01/28/2002
YESTERDAY I HEARD THE RAIN


01/27/2002
SCOTCH TAPE


01/26/2002
THE MOUSE THAT ROARED


01/25/2002
I WAKE UP SCREAMING


01/24/2002
KILLING A MOUSE ON THURSDAY


01/23/2002
IF IT'S WEDNESDAY IT MUST BE FRIDAY


01/22/2002
THE THIRD BLURB


01/21/2002
THE SUBJECT WAS BLANK


01/20/2002
AN INTERESTING FACT ABOUT MEAT


01/19/2002
THE CRACK OF DAWN


01/18/2002
PSYCHO! THE MUSICAL


01/17/2002
THURSDAY IN THE KITCHEN WITH BRUCE


01/16/2002
THE FIRST BLURB


01/15/2002
MY AUNT FANNY'S EYEBALLS


01/14/2002
WEBSITE NOT RESPONDING


01/13/2002
THE SENIOR MOMENT


01/12/2002
ALWAYS ON SATURDAY


01/11/2002
THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY


01/10/2002
SHORT AND SWEET


01/09/2002
STARTING OVER


01/08/2002
THE EARLY BIRD CATCHES THE WORM


01/07/2002
MY $0.01 WORTH


01/06/2002
BANGERS AND MASH


01/05/2002
THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH


01/04/2002
UNTITLED FRIDAY NOTES


01/03/2002
I'M LATE, I'M LATE


01/02/2002
LISTS


01/01/2002
HAPPY NEW YEAR AND SOME EXCITING NEWS


12/31/2001
NEW YEAR'S ROCKIN' EVE


12/30/2001
PROOF


12/29/2001
THE SEARCHERS


12/28/2001
PITH AND VINEGAR


12/27/2001
THE ROUND UP


12/26/2001
COUNTING DOWN TO THE NEW YEAR


12/25/2001
MERRY CHRISTMAS!


12/24/2001
THE THREE FACES OF CHRISTMAS EVE


12/23/2001
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING!


12/22/2001
SUBJECT


12/21/2001
MY SIMPLE CHRISTMAS WISH


12/20/2001
THE GREEN ENVELOPE


12/19/2001
A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE


12/18/2001
RADIO WAVES


12/17/2001
COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS OR TRUTH, BEAUTY AND LOVE


12/16/2001
THE QUESTION OF TRIVIA


12/15/2001
TIS THE SEASON


12/14/2001
UNTITLED FRIDAY RAMBLINGS


12/13/2001
LEAVING LAS VEGAS


12/12/2001
BK'S ELEVEN


12/11/2001
VIVA LAS VEGAS


12/10/2001
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FOLLOWING DAY


12/09/2001
LINGUINI WITH HOT SAUSAGE AND PECAN PIE WITH WHIPPED CREAM


12/08/2001
12/8 AND WHAT IT MEANS


12/07/2001
THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME


12/06/2001
FLUX


12/05/2001
SOUP


12/04/2001
THE CONUNDRUM


12/03/2001
GETTING IN GUY HAINES' SHORTS


12/02/2001
JORDAN ALMONDS AND OTHER NUTS


12/01/2001
THE WAKE UP CALL


11/30/2001
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I WENT DANCING


11/29/2001
LISTEN TO THE RAIN ON THE ROOF


11/28/2001
THE HORROR... THE HORROR...


11/27/2001
HOW MUCH RAMBLING CAN WE READ?


11/26/2001
A SURVEY, A FEW THOUGHTS, AND A CHEESE SLICE


11/25/2001
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED YESTERDAY?


11/23/2001
THE TURKEY WHO CAME TO DINNER


11/22/2001
THANKSGIVING AND WHAT IT ALL MEANS


11/21/2001
THE DAY BEFORE THE TURKEY CAME TO DINNER


11/20/2001
TUESDAY WILL BE MY GOOD NEWS DAY


11/19/2001
MONDAY,MONDAY, SO GOOD TO ME


11/18/2001
SUNDAY, SWEET SUNDAY


11/17/2001
BELGIAN WAFFLES


11/16/2001
LISTENING TO MUSIC WHILST TYPING


11/15/2001
SPINNING THE SPIN


11/14/2001
A LOVELY ANNOUNCEMENT


11/13/2001
WELL, WELL, WELL


11/12/2001
HERE WE GO AGAIN


11/09/2001
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