Well, dear readers, it was really a non-Oscar bash here at haineshisway.com, with most of us not even watching – a far cry from the glory Oscar bash days when this was the place to be every year for the merriment and mirth and laughter and legs. The glory days when one year we have over 2,000 postings. But that was long ago and far away and now is now, and I suspect part of the reason is the movies today and part is the actors today and part that the Oscar show just isn’t much fun. Thankfully, dear reader Jrand was here to give us the winners. I did see some of the so-called gowns in photos or videos and you wonder what is in people’s heads and yes, I’m looking at you Gwynneth Paltrow. I mean, honestly, a long piece of cloth covering your front and rear, with the sides completely exposed – so what exactly are these people wearing that sorry trend wearing underneath it? I didn’t really care about any of the winners – I don’t think any of the films I thought were okay were up for much of anything this year, so nothing to root for. I suppose I’ll have to watch Sinners at some point to see what that’s all about. Hearing some of the “banter” on YouTube was painfully unfunny, and I’m just not a fan of Mr. O’Brian, I’m afraid. The dead people section was better than usual, but ridiculous to leave out Brigitte Bardot, Bud Cort, and Robert Carradine. Apparently, the sound and camerawork throughout was not good. But I think they did get in just under three hours. Oh, no it did not – I thought it started at five, but it started at four – that’s three hours and forty-five minutes, baby. Oops. Anyway, yesterday was a ME day, but not really, as ME only got three hours of sleep, which is going in the wrong direction. I had farfalle with roasted garlic, chicken and other stuff – it was good, but the garlic is very strong. That was very filling and the only other food I ate later in the day was some cantaloupe chunks, an ice cream sandwich, and some crackers and turkey salad. I didn’t watch any movies due to continually dozing off. My one shot at getting more hours was done in by extreme foot cramping. But post Oscars I did sleep for a couple of hours over on the bad couch. That was pretty much it and I woke up just in time to write these here notes, although they’re going up late.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, it’s a very heavy paying money day that I’m not looking forward to, but CDs will be picked up and shipping will begin, so we’ll get that out of the way. I’m still trying to cast the last four roles for the recording – people either aren’t getting the e-mails, or they just don’t respond in a timely fashion. It’s very frustrating. Still, we must settle on these four people in the next few days, so they have plenty of time to learn their stuff. I’m hoping we get the orchestra charts for Applause today so Richard Allen can get started on his work. I’ll eat something – I don’t want to bring in food, I have stuff here and that’s what I want to make – I have English muffing, cherry preserves, eggs, rice, hash, tuna, and pasta. So, maybe some pasta with pink sauce, since I have those ingredients. Or eggs on English muffins. Or rice with butter and onions. Or tuna on English muffins – that might be interesting. We shall see. Then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.

The rest of the week is hopefully getting a galley and covers to approve for the new book, preparing for the big CD announcement, getting the eBook up on Amazon once the actual book is on its way to the printers, a couple of meetings and meals, and then attending an opening night.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, pay bills, ship CDs, cast the remaining four roles for the recording, hopefully get the Applause orchestra charts, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What do you think about the female and male Oscar attire? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall hopefully not have non-Oscar bash dreams.