Well it’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I write this not sitting under an umbrella on the beach but rather inside the apartment. It was mostly overcast today and despite my efforts to prod or browbeat Julio into going down, he wasn’t budging. He’s been working a lot lately and worked late last night. He just wasn’t into it, that and the weather decided my beach free fate. All that chanting the mantra gone for naught.

Having a splendidly mellow day with Bill and we’re loving it. We walked around Hoboken for a couple of hours, mostly along the waterfront from 14th street down to Pier A. Lot’s of people with babies and dogs, both sometimes leashed. The sun broke through the clouds about 2:00. I tried to maintain my cool. Bill and I came home and chilled out in front of the telly.

It seemed like every channel we surfed past had something to say about what a beautiful day it had turned out to be. I did try calling Julio to see if he and Stine would like to join us on our walking tour of Bokeyland, but only left a voicemail. The St. Ann’s Feast is going on so perhaps Bill and I will wander over and see the characters featured on www.njguido.com, the people I used to see in my hometown of Lodi. Kinda warms the heart, ya know what I’m sayin?

Maybe toss the Frisbee in Church Square Park? That’s an idea that’s crossed my mind. Let’s see. I just asked Bill and the octave of his voice rose significantly. Watching One Hit Wonders right now on VH1. They just had Terry Jacks singing Seasons in the Sun from 1974, and didn’t mention the rumor that he was supposedly dead right before the song was released.

I’ve been watching these trivial shows on VH1 or whatever station catches my eye or ear and notice some of the same talking heads popping up offering commentary, specifically Legs McNeil. He seems to be an authority on everything musical it seems. Different hair styles yet with the ever present ciggie. Legs copublished Punk magazine with John Holstrom back iint seventies, and also co authored a great book about the early days of CBGB’s titled, Please Kill Me.

They just had Devo on with Whip It. Oh they consumed a lot of my life back then. My brother Frank wrote ‘John is a noted devotee’ on a blackboard that used to hang in the basement of the house I grew up in on at 13 Riverview Avenue. I used to wonder if we were an odd family since we lived in a house numbered Thirteen. Perhaps that is what made us the children the sanest on the block.

Play that funky music white boy. Yes, Wild Cherry. They are now playing the soundtrack to my life. It’s easier to measure time on my life with popular songs. It’s so much easier to look back with a song. Can I stand to watch another hour?

Apparently not. Bill and I walked over to Church Square Park and tossed the Frisbee for nearly an hour. It was fun. I know we both really enjoyed it. We plan on doing that more often.

No pictures this weekend, because now even my camera is on the fritz. It’s a conspiracy I tells ya! A conspiracy!

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.