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Basketball Jones

This is one of those moments in life where a joint would be most nice. But of course I am lacking in that department. What started as a fine day almost degenerated into crap and it wasn’t my fault. I do have to thank the makers of Xanax for taking a major edge off the trouble I found myself in this afternoon.

I suppose it’s true, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In that case, to quote AC/DC I’m on the Highway to Hell.

Last night was quite pleasant enough. Bill came home and we watched The Baroness of Jazz, about a woman, an heiress to the Rothschild fortune who left England and wound up being a major supporter of Thelonious Monk and a few others in that Jazz scene.

I recorded it since Bill has a connection to Thelonious Monk in some regard. Right now, my patience is sorely being tested by the sound card I guess on my computer.

Right now I’m trying to listen to some Kate Bush on iTunes, while also trying to upload the videos I shot of Bill tonight. Unfortunately with every keystroke on the computer the sound goes to shit.

Apparently I cannot do more than one thing on the computer without something going wrong. You get what you paid for I guess. Be ru-un-nni-i-i-nn-ggg u-u-u-p-p t-hhhhaaa-tttt hi-ll-ll is not how Kate Bush is supposed to sound. A 5:01 song gets stretched to 6 and change.

And the one clip I had shot of Bill was somehow turned into 2 clips, so I decided to add the sound check making it a 2:36 clip. I know I would be feeling a lot worse if it weren’t for the Xanax which is merely making me frustrated rather than angry.

Anyhow, The Baroness of Jazz was good and Bill really enjoyed it. After that, Bill and I watched Saturday Night Live. I generally enjoy the holiday episodes of Saturday Night Live. I often wondered if it was Lorne Michaels generosity that lets some truly strange sketches go on air.

I loved the digital short, it was hilarious and definitely weird. No more pajamas for me. Bill went to bed during Weekend Update, I stayed up to watch the rest. Muse were the musical guests and I thought they were alright.

Soon I went to bed as the snow continued falling. I woke up around 8:30, Bill was off to church for the first time in weeks, delivering the liturgy. I soon had my boots on, walked up to Washington Street where the bagel shop was empty. Yesterday the line was out onto the sidewalk.

In and out in under a minute, I made my way through sloppy streets to the supermarket. Cute cashier, reminded me of Karen Kuhl from Gutbank, 20 years ago.

The rest of the day was OK, until I responded to matters regarding Christmas presents. Where I planned and saved to get these presents I was left feeling foolish for getting these meager presents. Whatever good feeling I had was soon gone.

Bill was home by then and taking a nap, I had an early supper. That’s when I had the Xanax which couldn’t activate fast enough for my nerves. Eventually it did and talking to Bill about it certainly helped.

Things will have to be done differently and certain plans will be changed within the next five days. C’est la vie, that’s just the way that it goes.

Bill and I ran into Rand and Lisa as we walked to the Path train, good to see them. They wished Bill good luck with his singing. We also ran into Kathe Charas who is leaving New York and heading to Florida to help out some relatives. Glad to be able to see her on the day she was leaving though it was quite inadvertent.

We were set up nicely at the Garden, had dinner in the Press Room and Bill had a small dressing room. We had passes that allowed me to walk through the bowels of the Garden and shoot Bill’s sound check and the pass came in handy during the actual performance.

Unfortunately, someone bumped into me during the actual performance which left the video slightly disjointed. I posted it on YouTube as johnotoole99 as well on Facebook and also here.

Our singer

Our singer

'Just the facts, ma'am'

'Just the facts, ma'am'

So Hard

So last night, Bill was at St. Luke’s / Roosevelt Hospital being tested once again for sleep apnea. He had to wear that mask thing, which if you remember the Sopranos, Uncle Junior had to wear one for a few episodes. Not the most comfortable thing to sleep in.

Bill likened it to sticking your head out of the window of a moving car and trying to breathe. He should be coming home tonight so I’ll be getting the whole story.

His mother is not being moved to the nursing home on Roosevelt Island after all. She had a panic attack on Friday when they told her and she then had a panic attack which led her to wind up in the cardiologist unit since her heart started beating irregularly.

She is now going to be staying with Bill’s cousin and her husband Black Hitler. The bright side of that is the fact that Bill knows what he’s getting into this time.

This morning without Bill not being around to kiss me goodbye I over slept. Actually forgot to set the alarm so I woke up at 7:15 when my cellphone alarm went off. The steady rain outside didn’t make it worthwhile to get out of bed but I had to nonetheless.

Walked to the bus stop and got on, rode the bus to 11th Street when the bus crapped out and it was everyone off the bus to wait in the rain for the next bus. I didn’t like the look of the crowd standing in the rain so I walked down to 9th Street where thee was an even more unsavory group.

7th Street was just too crowded and I wound up walking to 5th Street where I originally boarded the bus. Read the New Yorker and was soon walking in the rain across town to the office.

By the time I got in I was wet despite wearing a raincoat and carrying a large umbrella. Tom Chin is still around and he looks at me saying, ‘You look wet’.

Today was very busy. Vivek is due to join his business partner in Acapulco tomorrow, Greg Stevens is in Arizona and Tom Chin is more than likely wanking somewhere.

And of course there were errands to run in the pouring rain. Three indifferent bankers at three different banks. After work, I wasn’t sure whether or not to take the subway across town or enjoy a Padron and walk.

Since it was only drizzling on and off I decided to walk. And the cigar was excellent.

Got a phone call on the bus from Pedro who’s going to be in the city tomorrow and wants to hang out. I’m game for it, especially after seeing his latest picture, all tight with six pack abs.

That’s something to look forward to. He needs to get a haircut and he always get it cut in the Village so that’s the plan. What happens after that I couldn’t say.

He wants to have a drink which is fine with me. I can’t stay out late since it is a school night so I’m sure I’ll get an earful on that. Can’t think of anywhere to go though. I’m sure we’ll think of something.

In the meantime, here’s a video that my sister sent me yesterday which made my day.

Me want to go there.

Lisa Says

A pleasant enough Saturday for me, and I’ve been busy. First off I woke up at 7:30 and said to myself, whoa- too early! So I went back to bed after relieving myself. Woke up again around 9:00. Bill is coming over tonight so I made the bed and puttered around the apartment, trying to clean up before coffee.

Not a good idea.

I made a pot of java and took a shower. It’s a weekend so no shaving, no hair gel. Mr. Natural, that’s me. I had 2 phone messages, both from Julio. He was out getting bagels this morning and was calling to ask if I wanted any. I called him back and he got me 2 bagels.

I think when I called he was on his way back from the bagel store so he turned around and got me mine. Soon he was knocking on my door with a bag containing 2 poppy seed bagels. No newspapers though, but that was alright. We chatted for a few minutes.

He had gotten Stine flowers among other things, and also got some more flowers as a gift from Alexander to his mum. He went back downstairs and I made a nice breakfast, re-reading an old Mojo instead of a newspaper.

I went to the library to pick up a book I ordered which wasn’t the book I had thought it was. I was looking for a book of Pete Frame’s Rock Family Trees. He used to make family trees about bands that were reprinted in Trouser Press magazine ages ago.

I saw the book online for sale but it was way out of my price range. The book I had was from the 1970’s and in very bad shape. I carried it with me from the library to the supermarket and when I got home I saw another book I had ordered from the library came in.

I eventually went back and returned the book I picked up a few hours before, got the new book as well as 2 Woody Allen movies, Sleeper & Love and Death, and an Almodovar movie, All About My Mother. Bill mentioned he wanted to watch some movies tonight so I figured those 3 would be good.

At least better than the 2 I have from Netflix. One of those is a 1973 film of Harold Pinter’s The Homecoming and the other is Werner Herzog’s Grizzly Man, neither of which could be described as a lighthearted romantic comedy.

I decided to head out to Washington Street in the afternoon. I walked over to Tunes where I looked for a Snoop Dogg CD single of Sensual Seduction. I had a download of the instrumental version but lost it somehow. So I’ve been searching for that lately.

I accidentally bought a 12” single from Amazon, and I say accidentally since I don’t have a turntable anymore so that’s no good. They didn’t have it in Tunes but I did buy 2 Cd’s by Bowie, Let’s Dance and All Saints.

All Saints is a collection of the Dame’s instrumentals from 1977 to 1999. Also bought VU by the Velvet Underground. All used Cd’s and relatively cheap.

I walked to CVS to see if they had ironing boards. The reason I did that was when I bought the Carbon Monoxide (CO) detector at a hardware store, a few days later I went and found the same CO detector at CVS about 15 dollars cheaper.

But no, they didn’t have ironing boards so I went to the hardware store and bought one. I have decided to start to iron my shirts.

You see, after I wear a short that’s been cleaned and pressed from the dry cleaners, if I wear it once it gets pretty wrinkled, but the shirt is still okay. So instead of constantly sending shirts out to be pressed, I can at least iron them after wearing it once and it still looks ok, wearable.

I ambled down Washington Street with the ironing board under my arm, looking almost like I was waiting to catch a wave. Spoke to Annemarie and then started ironing shirts, always remembering not to leave the iron down on the shirt lest I get a scorched imprint of the iron, like they used to do on sitcoms.

I think I did alright but I’m sure there is a ‘proper’ way to iron cotton shirts. There’s probably a video on YouTube. That’s how I learned how to sew a button, via YouTube videos.

A few minutes later, I decided to check online for the instrumental version of Sensual Seduction since it’s all in the timing and right now I am downloading it. Fingers crossed, I hope it goes well.

It went well.

snoop-dogg-sensual-seduction-instrumental

I Got The News

Busy Busy, that’s me. It’s been great having Bill back here in Hoboken and of course he’s been driving me crazy. Good crazy though. I missed his talking to the tv, his wonderful laughter and the little things we do together. There are other things that drive me crazy but I’m not getting into them since they’re such old pet peeves, I just don’t want to open that can of worms and come off like a nag.

We watched Keith Olbermann again, Bill’s turning into quite the fan of Olbermann then watched Daily Show and the Colbert Report and then at 10:00 Bill went to bed. I wound up watching some documentary on The Who, which was ok. Roger Daltrey definitely doesn’t have the voice he used to have and Pete Townshend certainly doesn’t jump around anymore, but still does the windmill guitar bit from time to time.

That killed an hour, then it was the local news. I was surprised that hardly any news outlets reported on the Knoxville shootings. I mean, it’s a juicy story what with the killer having Michael Oso Savage, Sean Halfwitty and Bill O’Screechy on his bookshelf. Books that advocate the end of liberals.

I’m surprised Ann C***ure was not included since she wished that Timothy McVeigh (another wad who took his cues from the reich wing) would blow up the New York Times building.

So much for the liberal media. Of course there is no liberal media since it’s owned by multi-national conglomerates.

My sock puppets were active online today. Last Friday in Times Square, the organization, Critical Mass had their last Friday of the month bike ride, effectively taking over the streets with bicycles. It pisses off drivers and the police and occasionally pedestrians.

Last Friday as hundreds of cyclists pedaled through midtown, one police officer named Patrick Pogan singles out one cyclist and shoulder checks the rider, causing the rider to fall off his bike onto the curb and sidewalk. Officer Pogan claimed the rider tried to run him over, and resisted arrest as the cyclist lay there dazed.

10 years ago, this would have gone unreported, but now, there are cameras everywhere (say cheese!) and the cop has been taken off the streets and charged with perjury by filing a false police report since the incident has been caught on tape and shown on YouTube since then. My faithful sock puppets went to battle with various ‘NYPD could do no wrong’ types.

One of the puppets even sent an email to fat ol’ Andrea Peyser (former columnist of the year) of the NY Pest. She of course condemned the cyclist. I commended the former columnist of the year on being able to write 372 words on the subject. Actually it was more of congratulating her on her sausage fingers being able to hit the proper keys on the keyboard.

She writes 372 words about twice a week and pulls a six figure salary.
What is her technique? Does she swallow or does she spit?

In all fairness her colleague Steve Dunleavy who sleazed upon our shores in the 1970’s around the time of Son of Sam trying to link Jimi Hendrix songs like Hey Joe to the Son of Sam murders ala Manson and Helter Skelter by the Beatles. It didn’t work.

Dunleavy uses less words than Peyser and probably makes more money. But not for long since Dunleavy is said to be fading fast and about to shake off his mortal coil. A first class souse he is, usually found falling off a barstool at Langans on 47th Street. At least Jimmy Breslin gave up the drink and he’s a much better writer.

Tourists

Gurls on the go

Blowing bubbles

Three guys are called in court.
The first guy stands before the judge.
Judge: Why are you here?
Guy: I was in the park. Blowing bubbles.
Judge: Blowing bubbles in the park? Get out of here! Case dismissed. Next!

The second guy appears before the judge.
Judge: And why are you here?
Second Guy: I was in the park blowing bubbles.
Judge: What? Another guy in court for blowing bubbles? Case dismissed! Next!

The third guy appears before the judge.
Judge: And you? Why are you here? What’s your story?
Third Guy: I’m Bubbles.

Here’s a link to a quick chat with Greg Gillis aka Girl Talk

http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/07/girl_talks_greg_gillis_on_his.html

No No No

Well it’s Friday for me, Wednesday for everyone else. I have off until I go back to work on Tuesday. Woo hoo! What will I do? Not much actually. Sleep in more than likely. Crazy shit on the news this morning, sent shivers down my spine.

A 16 year old boy, with a friend video taping, inflates a pillow, places an 8 month old baby on the pillow, then the 16 year old drops onto the pillow with his knees sending the infant through the air, the baby landing on the floor bawling it’s eyes out while the teens laugh.

It’s a horror show and after spending time with Julio and Stine’s son Alexander, the thought of harming an infant makes me want to beat that 16 year old within an inch of his life. So I have 30 years on him, compared to what he did to the baby, it seems fair.

The kids posted it on youtube and a high school teacher saw it and reported it to the authorities and now the 16 year old is in jail, hopefully he is something to trade for in jail, trade him for cigarettes. Generic cigarettes at that.

I read the other day, that Matt Lauer on the Today show said Osama rather than Obama, 3 times. Yes, having been running for election for about 2 years now, he still is new to the scene, with that ‘new’ candidate smell.

Corporate owned media is just so disgusting, and when they call it the liberal media, I have to wonder just who it is they are talking about. I get by on Truth Out and Media Matters, as well as the Daily Show and The Colbert Report. Keith Olbermann, gets a pass, but loses points due to the timbre of his voice. Brian Williams and the rest I have little or no respect for.

The local news is bearable sometimes. Though Janice Huff’s reports on adopting foster children usually breaks my heart. They usually have pre teens who I guess in the world of adoption usually get passed over for babies.

Work was very slow today. I didn’t mind. I had a few things to do as well as making sure things would run somewhat smoothly while I was out of the office. It was a nice day to wander around midtown, getting my penne, pesto and chicken.

I ran into Dave G, a former co-worker from the Wanker Banker years. He’s not happy and he’s still there in an affiliated company. Good to see him. He”s a spiritual type into Reiki and things like that. He actually practices Reiki, which according to the Reiki website is a Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation that also promotes healing.

It is administered by “laying on hands” and is based on the idea that an unseen “life force energy” flows through us and is what causes us to be alive. Oh that unseen life force energy. I was looking for it, but since it was unseen I couldn’t find it.

I watched Juno last night. It was ok. It wasn’t the rave that I heard. Ellen Page was good as was Michael Cera and the rest of the cast, but the script was just too clever, too hip. I wasn’t enthralled by it and I also found the songs a bit twee. Kimya Dawson, well…let’s just say I wasn’t impressed.

She makes Jonathan Richman seem hardcore.

And this, from todays Associated Press:
Madam Marie, Jersey Shore Psychic, Is Dead

ASBURY PARK, N.J. (AP) — The Asbury Park fortuneteller known as Madam Marie, who became a figure of rock ’n’ roll mythology thanks to Bruce Springsteen, died on Friday. She was in her mid-90s.

Her death was announced by her great-granddaughter Sally Castello.

Billing herself as a psychic reader and adviser, Marie Castello had told fortunes on the Asbury Park Boardwalk since the 1930s.

She became famous worldwide in 1973 when Bruce Springsteen paid homage to her in the song “4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy).”

His lyric “Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin’ fortunes better than they do” cemented her fame.

I thought the line was “Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin’ fortunes better than they’d be” .

No mention if she died behind bars.