Busy not writing a couple of essays about Buster Keaton I promised to write on a non-paying basis for classicflix.com. The thought of watching all of Keaton's silent films and figuring out what he was up to makes my head hurt.
And I love Keaton.
And of course I can't write anything else about the movies until I write those two things.
Last time I ever agree to write anything for free for anybody not named me.
I have been working on a novel. As Mister Muleboy can attest, it is the most boring novel ever written. And I've written two of the most boring novels ever written so I should know.
Yesterday was Katie-Bar-The-Door's birthday, so she made a five day weekend of it and we hung out. Napped in the hammock, went to the movies, checked out the casino down the road, drank a lot of champagne, played some old board games we found in the cabinet (one of them was a 20 year old edition of Trivial Pursuit -- two decades had turned a lot of it into truly irrelevant no-longer-true trivia -- e.g., what makeup company does Isabella Rossellini model for? These days, none, but 20 years ago, Lancombe.)
And at the moment, I'm sitting on the couch with the dog listening to music as I type this. The song on the playlist right at this second? This one:
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ReplyDeleteBusy not writing a couple of essays about Buster Keaton I promised to write on a non-paying basis for classicflix.com. The thought of watching all of Keaton's silent films and figuring out what he was up to makes my head hurt.
And I love Keaton.
And of course I can't write anything else about the movies until I write those two things.
Last time I ever agree to write anything for free for anybody not named me.
I have been working on a novel. As Mister Muleboy can attest, it is the most boring novel ever written. And I've written two of the most boring novels ever written so I should know.
Yesterday was Katie-Bar-The-Door's birthday, so she made a five day weekend of it and we hung out. Napped in the hammock, went to the movies, checked out the casino down the road, drank a lot of champagne, played some old board games we found in the cabinet (one of them was a 20 year old edition of Trivial Pursuit -- two decades had turned a lot of it into truly irrelevant no-longer-true trivia -- e.g., what makeup company does Isabella Rossellini model for? These days, none, but 20 years ago, Lancombe.)
And at the moment, I'm sitting on the couch with the dog listening to music as I type this. The song on the playlist right at this second? This one:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2SABYGwH1I
Enjoy.
How dare you mention "champagne" and "mistermuleboy" in the same response!
ReplyDeleteYou are mistaken about the novel; it's not remotely boring. It's tasty and funny and wry [not some funny-tasting rye, mind you].
But I spent August reading for work, or not reading. Most crazed month in a long time. And baseball. Baseball baseball baseball.
But you should write for free about movies, and for yourself. Make those Keaton-licking bastards sue you!
Write a capsule review of, oh, I don't know, A King and Four Queens. . . .
Okay, I picked it up again after letting it rest for a couple of weeks and read it from the beginning. I lied. It's not boring, it's brilliant.
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