tomt2 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tomt2) wrote,@ 2008-06-09 17:29:00 |
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Sunday - before Red Pandora reading
Quiet weekend.
Just so tired I tried to catch up a bit on my sleeping.
I have a computer bag which I can mostly hold on to.
The one time I forgot it somewhere was at a theater and they
fortunately were closed and I could get there first thing in the
morning and they still had it.
However, I also carry around a canvas bag which I
use for clothes, accessories, sunglasses,
hat, and groceries when I go shopping, which doesn’t have
anything terribly valuable in it, but would be a shame to lose,
and in the last two weeks I have forgotten it, in a bank (I realized
this when I got back on the subway, got off at the next stop and
ran back, just before it closed),
in a subway car (I realized this on the street,
and had to pay my way back in to the stop,
and fortunately it was a V train which means the train was still
in the station, allegedly being cleaned
and I found it just before the train was about to take off again),
on a subway platform (I realized I had forgotten it when I got
almost to work, had to get off, go back in the wrong direction
all the way to my home stop and fortunately it was still there,
indeed was nicely wrapped up as if someone had inspected it)
and at a diner after TSP
(I realized it when I was almost home,and as
I had to go to the bathroom and was carrying a
lot of stuff, I went home,and by the time I had
gone all the way back to the diner and took
three trains home it was almost three in the AM).
The point of all this, is I’m walking around half asleep and have
come as close as I’m probably going to come to forgetting my
bag somewhere and not getting it back, so I just did my survival
job stuff this weekend, made my calls – including to my parents
and my only real accomplishment was working a little bit on my
lines, although again, when I’m tired I can spend hours and
accomplish not all that much.
I know I’m likely to get hit for getting in to my survival job late, not that late, but still, virtually every weekday for months so I have to get my act together. Especially as the rehearsals are starting now for JJC and it’s going to be tough, to work every day, rehearse two or three times a week and memorize, and still get in on time. Went to The Cakeshop again, and the unpleasant, “Here you go” employees they were hiding until my review was in were all there in force, but they actually have a power strip to plug in in one corner of the restaurant, so I’ll keep going and tip or not tip accordingly.
Have been watching some of my dollar videos, a quick recap – CAVALRY COMMAND is a strange Filipino movie, directed by Eddie Romero, which is not unexpected in the limited world of Phillipines films, Dick Arlen and John Agar were picking up paychecks, and there was a hateful Disney type kid who sadly escaped murder again and again. The interesting/odd part was the presence of an Aguinaldo character who was shown to be a not very sympathetic pathetic loser who refused to give up until the very end when he was touched by the sight of a bridge in the rain or something. Not a surprising take if an American film since I guess like Sean Connery’s character in WIND AND THE LION we are supposed to hate him here for standing up to the beloved Teddy Roosevelt, the film was Filipino and you would think he would be more popular there. Maybe this was strict pandering, I don’t know, or revisionist history to please some non-traditional political party or something. I know Aguinaldo from Henry Miller of all people who for some reason had a strange fondness for the guy. Saw a Tex Ritter film, BACK TO THE COUNTRY, I think it was, in the tradition of the singing cowboy, which sucked the big one. The leading lady was surprisingly realistic, perhaps young John’s Mom, and the villain popped up again as an ‘amusing’ drunk in THE PAINTED DESERT with young William ‘Hopalong Cassidy’ Boyd and Clark Gable in one of his first roles as the secondary baddie. As Boyd wasn’t that young, his father figures, were played by hammy Shakespearian actors who must have been in their 70’s and looked older. They had some nice Monument Valley spots and a cast of hundreds, so you were never quite sure who was who and who was supporting who, but it was interesting in that the mine was a rare metal and not gold or silver. And Boyd who had some pretty good fights in his movies, including the original SPOILERS, didn’t lift a fist or gun throughout the movie. COLD SWEAT was a European action movie, which is always somewhat interesting, since they always feature the hotel the stars are staying in and usually their boats and cars. James Mason played a ‘Southernor’ very poorly indeed, and there were some European car chases which are always funny, because of the narrow streets and in this case they actually did one on a thruway. Because Liv Ullman was the leading lady, and Jill Ireland was demoted to pothead supporting actress, they gave her some fairly good scenes alone, I guess to appeal to her Ingmar Bergman audience, who I can’t imagine would be caught dead watching this turkey. Always enjoy movies where the neighbors are drunk, and interrupt a disposing of a body scene to borrow some ice/booze. I bet that really happens too! Finally a spaghetti western which very cannily spoofs a Fellini film having a circus complete with midgets and Lionel Stander as a mystic starring Terrence Hill, an Italian with blue eyes, Woody Strode, Victor Buono and Eduardo Cianelli, who I guess was happy to be back in Italy, although he looked like death warmed over in this film. Another big cast with a lot of guys on both sides who looked exactly alike. Presumably the right ones were killed, I tried not to get emotionally involved.
Quiet weekend.
Just so tired I tried to catch up a bit on my sleeping.
I have a computer bag which I can mostly hold on to.
The one time I forgot it somewhere was at a theater and they
fortunately were closed and I could get there first thing in the
morning and they still had it.
However, I also carry around a canvas bag which I
use for clothes, accessories, sunglasses,
hat, and groceries when I go shopping, which doesn’t have
anything terribly valuable in it, but would be a shame to lose,
and in the last two weeks I have forgotten it, in a bank (I realized
this when I got back on the subway, got off at the next stop and
ran back, just before it closed),
in a subway car (I realized this on the street,
and had to pay my way back in to the stop,
and fortunately it was a V train which means the train was still
in the station, allegedly being cleaned
and I found it just before the train was about to take off again),
on a subway platform (I realized I had forgotten it when I got
almost to work, had to get off, go back in the wrong direction
all the way to my home stop and fortunately it was still there,
indeed was nicely wrapped up as if someone had inspected it)
and at a diner after TSP
(I realized it when I was almost home,and as
I had to go to the bathroom and was carrying a
lot of stuff, I went home,and by the time I had
gone all the way back to the diner and took
three trains home it was almost three in the AM).
The point of all this, is I’m walking around half asleep and have
come as close as I’m probably going to come to forgetting my
bag somewhere and not getting it back, so I just did my survival
job stuff this weekend, made my calls – including to my parents
and my only real accomplishment was working a little bit on my
lines, although again, when I’m tired I can spend hours and
accomplish not all that much.
I know I’m likely to get hit for getting in to my survival job late, not that late, but still, virtually every weekday for months so I have to get my act together. Especially as the rehearsals are starting now for JJC and it’s going to be tough, to work every day, rehearse two or three times a week and memorize, and still get in on time. Went to The Cakeshop again, and the unpleasant, “Here you go” employees they were hiding until my review was in were all there in force, but they actually have a power strip to plug in in one corner of the restaurant, so I’ll keep going and tip or not tip accordingly.
Have been watching some of my dollar videos, a quick recap – CAVALRY COMMAND is a strange Filipino movie, directed by Eddie Romero, which is not unexpected in the limited world of Phillipines films, Dick Arlen and John Agar were picking up paychecks, and there was a hateful Disney type kid who sadly escaped murder again and again. The interesting/odd part was the presence of an Aguinaldo character who was shown to be a not very sympathetic pathetic loser who refused to give up until the very end when he was touched by the sight of a bridge in the rain or something. Not a surprising take if an American film since I guess like Sean Connery’s character in WIND AND THE LION we are supposed to hate him here for standing up to the beloved Teddy Roosevelt, the film was Filipino and you would think he would be more popular there. Maybe this was strict pandering, I don’t know, or revisionist history to please some non-traditional political party or something. I know Aguinaldo from Henry Miller of all people who for some reason had a strange fondness for the guy. Saw a Tex Ritter film, BACK TO THE COUNTRY, I think it was, in the tradition of the singing cowboy, which sucked the big one. The leading lady was surprisingly realistic, perhaps young John’s Mom, and the villain popped up again as an ‘amusing’ drunk in THE PAINTED DESERT with young William ‘Hopalong Cassidy’ Boyd and Clark Gable in one of his first roles as the secondary baddie. As Boyd wasn’t that young, his father figures, were played by hammy Shakespearian actors who must have been in their 70’s and looked older. They had some nice Monument Valley spots and a cast of hundreds, so you were never quite sure who was who and who was supporting who, but it was interesting in that the mine was a rare metal and not gold or silver. And Boyd who had some pretty good fights in his movies, including the original SPOILERS, didn’t lift a fist or gun throughout the movie. COLD SWEAT was a European action movie, which is always somewhat interesting, since they always feature the hotel the stars are staying in and usually their boats and cars. James Mason played a ‘Southernor’ very poorly indeed, and there were some European car chases which are always funny, because of the narrow streets and in this case they actually did one on a thruway. Because Liv Ullman was the leading lady, and Jill Ireland was demoted to pothead supporting actress, they gave her some fairly good scenes alone, I guess to appeal to her Ingmar Bergman audience, who I can’t imagine would be caught dead watching this turkey. Always enjoy movies where the neighbors are drunk, and interrupt a disposing of a body scene to borrow some ice/booze. I bet that really happens too! Finally a spaghetti western which very cannily spoofs a Fellini film having a circus complete with midgets and Lionel Stander as a mystic starring Terrence Hill, an Italian with blue eyes, Woody Strode, Victor Buono and Eduardo Cianelli, who I guess was happy to be back in Italy, although he looked like death warmed over in this film. Another big cast with a lot of guys on both sides who looked exactly alike. Presumably the right ones were killed, I tried not to get emotionally involved.
