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I Started A Joke

So according to some reports we in the Northeast NJ area are expected to be hit with either three inches of snow or thirty inches. Bill’s job, driving down to Atlantic City this weekend has been canceled which is good for safety reasons, bad for financial reasons. I think we are pretty much prepared here, two trips to the supermarket were made today. If the blizzard hits then we are set. If it passes or not as bad as predicted, we will still be OK. We still have batteries from Sandy, food, water and flashlights should we lose power again.

They’re predicting heavy wet snow and with all the telephone poles and cables hanging overhead and the trees that were not torn down or uprooted from the November hurricane, there is a good chance that cables and wires could come falling down again. And high winds are expected as well. I suppose we’re ready for it, thanks to Sandy. Still down the shore and out in the Rockaways and Staten Island- they are still recovering out there and this is the last thing they need to deal with. I hope the forecasts are off and what will actually happen won’t be so bad. They are wrong half the time anyhow.

Last night since there was nothing on, I put on the Birdcage. Bill came home soon after it started and he loved it. I saw it in the movie theater when it came out and I liked it somewhat then. Bill saw it then as well and he loved it, it was part of his coming out process I think. Personally I hated the son, what a snobby little brat to put his fathers through all that. When I saw it in the movies, it was a full house and a group of guys from the area sat behind us. I expected trouble, but what I actually heard was how Hank Azaria’s housekeeper role was very much like one of their uncles.

Bill and I also watched something on Logo, you know- the GAY channel. It was a documentary on image issues that a lot of gay men have. Living up to that Adonis image can be difficult and watching it with Bill I was quite happy that I never really had that problem (except for that one time). I just didn’t have much in common with the gay culture and I still don’t. And it goes both ways.

One time in the early days of going out with Bill, we went to an event for bears. We walked around looking at the bears and the people and each other of course and in the back of my mind, I could not believe how heavy some of these bears were. As I was thinking that while standing at the bar, Bill turns to me and says that all of these guys reminded him of me. Of course I was shocked, was Bill saying I was as heavy as these free range bears? There was no way that Bill would know what was on my mind and it did bring some nervous laughter then, which is embarrassing laughter now.

They did bring up the bear subset as well as the models and porn stars and those that do all that they can to look like everyone else. I’ve always been a rocker I guess (or a Mod), and prefer a mixed scene, gay and straight, male and female and all the colors that would like to join in. Homogenization is quite boring to me and I find more interesting things happen with a good mix of people around.

I Cover the Waterfront

I am writing this on Bill’s new iMac, dual core processor. “An Intel iMac basically” says Bill. He’s on my own new computer, trying to set up the computer so I can get on the network, and get the new HP computer up and running.

So far it’s up, but not running far. It certainly looks pretty though. Bill’s pretty excited about it and I am too.

I just got back from the cigar shop about an hour ago. I thought it would be easy getting from the cigar shop to the bus terminal and once again I was set to listen to the B-52’s. As soon as I left the cigar shop I saw that walking down to the bus terminal would have been much too risky.

So I opted for the train. I waited on the platform with other dazed riders, when finally my train appeared. I avoided the crowds and once in the bus terminal I rode the escalator less traveled and wound up waiting on a queue.

It wasn’t too crowded and it was about 7:24. I thought I would have missed the 7:20 bus but with these people standing around and with the weather being what it is, I figured the bus was late and I was glad that it was.

I gave up my seat so a son and his elderly mother were able to sit together. As people got off at their destinations, I moved up into their seats, entranced by the near white out conditions ahead of us. A few taxis and cars spinning out and fishtailing.

I got off a stop before my usual so I could take some pictures and apparently a young woman did too. The two of us taking random pictures of the snowstorm. I even took a picture of her in the snow with her iPhone.

It was windier than I expected and my uncovered ears certainly stung. As soon as I entered my apartment building I immediately untied the laces on my boots so they would be loose enough to slip off after climbing four flights of stairs.

Bill opened the door and he settled back into the space before my computer as he worked on my computer. He seems to be making good progress, though he did try to contact Rand about transferring info and files from my old computer to the new one.

No response from Rand as of yet, but Bill’s doing a bang up job so far as he listens to the DVD commentary of Jeremy Piven in PCU.

I also sent an email to Calvin, asking if there was a number to call the building where the cigar shop is housed, to find out if the building will be open tomorrow. 18” to 24” are expected by tomorrow and I would hate to head into the city and trekking up to the cigar shop only to find that it’s closed.

And Calvin, being Calvin has not responded as of yet. Such dependable managerial skills.

Still I am glad to be home. Not a night fit for man or beast, or cigar shop assistant managers.

I will try to post photographs later.