Where else on all the Internet can you have love, fish, and cheesecake all in the same few hours? Nowhere, that's where.
I have never understood the allure of Tiffany's, breakfast or otherwise.
I'm back from Sierra Madre - got my magazines, spoke to Mr. Harryhausen for a bit, and had him sign the Harryhausen coffee table book and the new DVD of his early work. There was this "person" named Arnold who, apparently, has overtaken Mr. Harryhausen's life and become his right-hand man so to speak. If you want Mr. Harryhausen to do anything you have to now go through this twerp named Arnold. You know how you get a bad vibe or xylophone from some people and you get it instantly? That was the case here. I hated him on sight - loud, obnoxious, overbearing, and totally controlling of Mr. Harryhausen. I spoke to someone about this and what I felt was confirmed - apparently no one likes this pushy little pedant. Also, I found out that this pushy little pedant yelled at my friend Richard and Margaret's daughter Sophie, when Mr. Harryhausen was at the Renaissance Hotel and Sophie had made all the arrangements for a lovely stay.