Well, dear readers, I am feeling quite yuckilicious right now and I’m a bit weary of it. Of course I’m feeling yuckilicious right now because I’m weary and not just a bit. I was up almost the entire night with an upset tummy – there’s just something in the tomato sauce at Little Toni’s that doesn’t agree with me and by now I should know not to have any pizza at all because of that. But I had a half-slice and voila – upset tummy all night long. I don’t think I slept over an hour. I stayed in bed and just endured the damn upset tummy. I got up for a while, but just kept going back to bed and at some point I finally fell asleep and got two or three hours. Once up I was kind of zombified for a few hours. I did some work on the LA show and then did something I thought would be a good idea – I played and sang through all the songs in show order – the ones I don’t have synth mock-ups for I have the demo recordings, so all of it was there. And I have to say it really felt kind of good to me – the flow of it all.
Around three-thirty I finally felt like I should eat something and I went and had a Chinese chicken salad and a bagel, then came right back home. Then I had a long telephonic conversation with Lanny Meyers and we made a couple of adjustments in a couple of charts – just making stronger endings and losing a couple of bars of extraneous stuff that’s fine for recordings but would leave dead air on stage. Once that was done, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I began watching a motion picture on the Flix of Net entitled VANish. When I’m feeling yuckilicious there’s nothing better than a bad movie to nod off to, but this movie, some low-budget nothing film, gave “bad movie” a whole new meaning. It was complete tripe, with its star/director being an irritating Quentin Tarantino wannabe. It’s bad enough having ONE Quentin Tarantino, we don’t need two. So, I just shut it off. Then I was looking for something else and found a silly-looking Steven Seagal movie from last year. Now, I think I’ve only seen one Steven Seagal movie, Under Siege I think it was called, and it was pretty awful. But I thought his time in the sun had been done for many years, but this guy works all the time, mostly in direct-to-video bad action films. So, I thought that would be a fun bad movie and indeed it was. Absolution it was called and it was really bad, but fun bad, and I have to say I found Mr. Seagal fascinating – he’s quite huge now, like Marlon Brando huge or Raymond Burr huge. They clothe him very carefully. And then there’s this thing on his head that’s supposed to be hair – it’s that really bad black dye, first of all, and then this thing, whatever it is, looks like that stuff they used to sell that you sprayed on your bald head and you suddenly looked like you were a Chia pet. It’s truly the most horrendous-looking toupee in history. Mr. Seagal mumbles his dialogue, throws a few punches, has a sidekick and gets a lithe and beautiful and YOUNG gal at the end. So, yes, a fantasy film. It moved quickly and was terrible and I may try another one this evening.
After that, I still felt yuckilicious, so I just sat at the computer like so much fish and didn’t do much of anything.
Today, I hope I shall feel wellilicious so I can do stuff. I’ll work on the Kritzerland show for sure, and also the LA show. At some point I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up packages, hopefully have word with a book order ETA (I can’t believe it’s taking this long to get them done – they’ve known about this problem since for a week now), and I’ll relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same and some meetings and meals, and then I have the book signing on Saturday.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, hopefully feel wellilicious, cast and choose songs for the May Kritzerland show, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your best remedies for upset tummies? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I will hopefully no longer feel yuckilicious.