Haines His Way

PAGE SEVEN IT BAND DANCE!!!!

Am I the only person here who wonders why DRs Jason and Jose are not roommates?

Three little words:  Conflict Of Interest.

I'm up and have done the e-mails and morning telephonic calls.  One e-mail I received was most amusing.  It was about our Sondheim CD - and its writer went on and on about how wonderful it was and how "historic" it was, and the love letter the CD had gotten in the Sondheim Review.  The writer then went on to ask what had happened, why more people didn't know about the release - had Kritzerland dropped the ball, etc.  Funnily, the way in which it was worded sounded exactly like several postings made on Internet chat boards (minus the Kritzerland chastisement) - said postings revealed to have been written by the producers of the CD (that was obvious to me the minute I read them, because they have a certain "style" of writing.  I responded as nicely as I could and suggested that if the author of the letter knew about the CD then the word is out at least that much.  I'm keeping the e-mail, however - you never know when it might come in handy.

Three little words:  Conflict Of Interest.

They might fight over who is the greater Sondheim fan.

That probably would have been a good idea, but I got tired of messing with this (checking all this stuff out on the internet takes time!) and it was like a puzzle with trying to find something while Case was there for Bukowsical and then for him and BJ (not mine, but DH and I were willing to adopt him for a month) for The Brain and then when I come for that week -- that I finally said screw this, took the plunge, and went with what I hope will work.  It's looks nice enough on the website (if indeed that's the place -- I'm such a cynic!) and it is literally right around the corner from the Acorn. 431 West 44th, Apt. 2.  It was listed as Midtown but it's actually in Hell's Kitchen -- yeaa! the Old Irish gangs' stomping ground -- we ought to fit right in, ruffians that we are -- and maybe no one will mug us since we're Irish....and if you check it out and it's a dive, do I want to know... or not....

....there's no icon of a yellow face sweating, I mean, perspiring....

That is right by DR Rodzinski's apartment. So all should be well.

Animosity Abounds!

Perhaps you should hire Oscar the Retirement Home Kitty to pay her a little visit.  He evidently works wonders.  

The Brain From Planet X...
Invasion USA... (now you've got me singing the song)

I have a funny feeling that this is a different INVASION USA than the one I worked on. (Which also features my DH's childhood home being blown to smithereens, before I'd even met him!)

For those who want to know more about what happens to the surviving Potter characters after the epilogue of the recently published final volume, you can read the author's comments HERE, but  **spoiler alert**: don't follow this link unless you've finished book 7!!!

What, you can't share boyfriends?

Perhaps the claws come out whenever the topic of who is the "ginchiest" comes up!

Michael Barnum, I think your package has arrived. I got a notice from the mailman to pick something up at our post office. I will do so after work and then take the contents out to Long Island with me tomorrow.

Animosity Abounds!

OK, I think that the last weekend of September we should gather all the HHWers for a BIG party at Jose's apartment. A big, raucous party. With lots of grilling!

Good Morning!

I'm up, I'm up... And I had a bad dream last night.  Well, a very unsettling one at the least...

I was the musical director/musical for a show.  I think Jack O'Brien was the director - or at least someone who looked like him.  And Carol Burnett was one of the stars, if not thee star.  It seemed the rehearsals were going relatively well, and then when it came time for a major run-thru, as soon as I started playing the Overture (on the piano), Ms. Burnett comes over to me, and grabs my wrists while I'm trying to play.  WHAT?!?!?!?  I hear the director - Jack O'Brien?? - start to yell something while looking over at me.  I try to show him that Carol is literally preventing me from playing.  Someone calls, "Hold!", and they start to reset for the top of the show.  Then the director comes over to me, "I'm sorry, but we have some other people interested in doing the show."  WHAT?!?!?  -I wasn't even sure if I was fired.  In any case...

What was really weird was that this dream occurred in stages.  I remember waking up after part of the dream to go to the bathroom...  Then the dream continued... Then I remember getting up out of bed to turn my alarm off, then getting back in to bed to laze for a while... Then the dream continued again... So...

Just plain weird.  And I think I may need to head to the Reservoir for a light jog to help clear it all out of my head.  And maybe even scream a little bit.  

Hope you don't run into Carol Burnett, who knows what you would do  

Hope you don't run into Carol Burnett, who knows what you would do  

I'd probably just start laughing hysterically while she starts to run away from me.  

However, I'm still trying to picture who the director was in my dream.  I only said Jack O'Brien because the guy sort of looked like Jack O'Brien, and I sensed he was someone BIG in the biz, so...  Now that I think of it, it could have been Bob Avian since I've been around ACL the past couple of days with him in the theatre.  Who knows?  Of course, if I ever come across "Jack O'Brien" on the street, or worse, at an audition, who knows how I'll react.

OK, I think that the last weekend of September we should gather all the HHWers for a BIG party at Jose's apartment. A big, raucous party. With lots of grilling!

Actually, I was thinking of hosting something here while the gang is in town.  Most likely a brunch.  -Like I've been hinting at doing for the past year or so.  Guess it's time to make good on the promise.