Day two of not being able to use my own computer but thanks to Bill’s empathy and kindness I am able to use his Powerbook and Mac. It’s been a rather humdrum Saturday, incredibly humid and periods of rain. Lot’s of rain. So far it’s a sit around the apartment kid of day. Had a good phone call from Annemarie who like myself, is reminiscing about two weeks ago, laying on the sand at Sandy Hook on a wonderful Saturday afternoon. 2 week nostalgia, and why not? It was a most excellent time.

I did my usual routine for a weekend morning, shower, coffee, bagels and laundry. I know, the glamorous life. I am so Sheila E. sometimes it’s scary. Right now, Bill and I are watching Steven Spielberg’s War of the Worlds, which is so far so good. A decent science fiction movie for a hot sticky summer’s eve. Good special effects and not much thought required. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.

The special effects are pretty cool. So far it’s captured my attention as well as Bill’s. It’s been good to have Bill around. I know he misses his bus driving but I know he’ll be behind the wheel again soon enough. I can get used to having him around though. Tomorrow is hopefully a beach day, Monmouth bound, and Bill’s first beach visit this year.

Tom Cruise is creepy in this movie, as in most everything else. He makes me uneasy. Watching him in this movie juts makes me think of all the weird shit he’s been doing lately. He grew up in Glen Rock and I always imagine him in the woods behind Paramus Catholic where I went to high school. I don’t know why, I just do. Now there’s Tim Robbins in the movie who I’ve seen in Farfetched when I worked there years ago. Very tall guy. Six degrees of separation in the fact that he always tries to get his friend Frank Bednash in his movies. Frank Bednash used to be in a band called the Riff Doctors, before starting a band called Cowboy and Spin Girl with Donna Esposito who used to live above McSwells and was in a band called the Cyclones. Donna Esposito was friends with my brother Frank. And that’s a fact.

I was told years ago that I reminded someone of Tim Robbins, right after Jacob’s Ladder came out. And that movie is a muddled mess.

Juan’s joined us and we just had a discussion about which was worse, aliens or zombies. I say zombies. Juan agreed that zombie movies cause anxiety. I mention that they have no happy endings. Always with the existentialist endings. I remember seeing Night of the Living Dead and not being frightened at the time, but haunted by it soon after.

This is really a Dakota Fanning movie. Now it’s really creepy with Tom Cruise and Dakota Fanning being captured and people are being eaten by the machines through some nipple like orifice. Gross. Juan was bugged by all the blood. Bill mentions the loud noise made when the alien’s ship crashes. It’s that kinda night.