Monthly Archives: February 2006

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It’s Sunday again. Not much to do. Very cold and windy out. Another day of hunkering down and watching TV. Bill and I assume the positions on the futon, remote control between us. We watched Sleeper and The Three Amigos, not that one, this was three Mexican comedians. The last one, Carlos Mencia has a show on Comedy Central. He was the funniest, probably why he was last in the line up.

Clash weekend continues. All I listened to this weekend was Clash/Big Audio Dynamite related. Even got two videos from BAD. Have all the Clash videos already, you see.

Bill and I just watched the Simpsons. A ‘My Fair Lady’ rip off/tribute featuring a lot of Grounds Keeper Willie. It was ok. A few laughs, but not enough Homer. Now we’re watching ‘I, Robot’ which I saw at a free screening when it came out. It’s an ok movie, never read the book. Not big on the Science Fiction stuff, you know.

Just waiting for the Sopranos. The new season is going to start in a week or two and we want to catch up. We both love the show, I especially do since they film a lot of the exteriors around where I grew up. That’s always interesting to see Tony Soprano drive his SUV past where I used to ride my bicycle.

James Gandolfini’s father used to be the grounds keeper at my high school. How’s that for a tie in?

Did my weekend chores which means there are racks of clothes drying in the kitchen. Takes about 24-36 hours for them to dry completely. Not complaining at all since that is preferable to lugging up a sack of laundry to and from the Laundromat. I have certainly been there and done that.

So it’s back to work tomorrow. The first Monday in three weeks I will be in. I think I have a relative grip on things. The other offices that visited will have gone back to their homes. I am interested in what the fall out from the meetings and team building exercises will be.

Will the Persian Bitch get her comeuppance? It was noticed by a large group of people that she is most uncooperative. I can hope and I can be disappointed either by their action or by their inaction.

Not really hung up about it. I do have a good feeling though. Bill’s on the phone talking to his wonderful cousin Carmen. I mention him for I just overheard Bill talking about how I like to do research. It’s funny, I helped him finish his sentences. The funny part is he just helped me finished these sentences. One hand washes the other.

Tomorrow is our return to the wonderful word of couple’s therapy. I am not the master of my domain. Fell off the wagon so to speak. Damn wagon has greasy steps. On the wagon again. Not so much a need for being so masterful when Bill’s lying in bed with me and I fall asleep listening to his breathing. It’s when he’s not around when the deed to the domain is in serious danger. But so far, for a lazy Sunday, I am still master of my domain.

Train In Vain

Chillin in the apartment with Julio. Relaxing, drinking wine. Mellow as could be. Bill is driving a bus around Manhattan. He picked me up after work in the big bus, which was the same type of bus that drove the Wanker Banker employees yesterday. The J Series.

I went to work today.

On a Saturday. I decided to do some dirty work on a Saturday rather than Monday since I could be ultra casual in work clothes rather than a suit and tie. I cleaned out a storage room, which is actually the Executive Rest Room with a Shower Stall. I moved supplies, 5-Gallon bottles of water and a very large plasma TV.

All by myself.

It wasn’t much actually. A little foresight was the key. And on this occasion I had an ample supply of it. It was all a ‘move this move that’ operation. I can do grunt work. Done it more times in the past, more than I will do in the future. But I can still grunt when needed.

Clash/Big Audio Dynamite weekend continues. London Calling, Combat Rock and No. 10, Upping Street mainly. Sandinista is great and so vast that it might take a whole day and spillover into Monday for I still have the Clash first record and This Is Big Audio Dynamite to digest.

Yes, this is the geek side of John Ozed that I try to conceal and usually succeed but then I meet someone like Mick Jones, or David Bowie, or Metallica, or Brian Eno and then it’s gush gush gush. I had kept my cool with everyone except for Mick Jones actually. Regarding Metallica, I wasn’t a fan, just hung out on their dime.

Ran into Carla and Karen from London’s Wanker Banker offices. They were planning to go out for dinner tonight and I was invited but I wasn’t such good shape and neither were they actually. So I begged off successfully.

I did muster enough strength to make it to the Virgin Megastore in Times Square as I was heading home. Bought ‘The Essential Clash’ DVD to complete the collection. More dosh for Mick Jones. And the others. One good thing about the Clash, midway through their career, they credited all their songs to the Clash, distributing publishing royalties amongst each member.

That is something that actually breaks many bands up. Queen was like that and they survived, it was a wedge that broke up Talking Heads though.

So hanging out with Julio, subjecting him to Clash videos which he enjoys, so that’s a good thing. I subjected Bill to the Clash last night somewhat and this morning he was inundated with them. One of the High Fidelity aspects that could be applied to me. One who loves music so much and who can identify somewhat to the book by Nick Hornby and the movie starring John Cusack, and pushes really great music onto various friends and partners. I don’t think they mind. Though I recognize some rock snob qualities in myself, I do appreciate when they turn me onto new music as well. The two of them among a few others.