It’s Thursday again. It’s been a hell of a week. Bill and I have been getting along fine lately, though his back is messed up and he hasn’t been to see the chiropractor yet due to the financial squeeze we both find ourselves in. Friday is when he’s planning on going. He is also in a new, different play which should be presented at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. It was written by his friend, Rome Neal who is the star of the one man show about Thelonius Monk called, Monk. Bill is making sure I will be at opening night, though with his back acting up, will he be at opening night?

Woke up as usual and did the routine and was out the door. It was a nice 27 degrees and not as windy as it’s been. I returned a book in the deposit box at the library and walked up to Washington Street where a bus just pulled up. I ran through the traffic and got midway to the door of the bus when it pulled away despite my hitting the side of the bus with my gloved hand. I know the driver heard it because he hesitated but then he kept on going.

I was pissed and because the idiot was in a rush to get to the next traffic light I was going to be a bit late for work. I caught another bus a few minutes later and sat down, pulling out ‘Claudius the King’, Robert Graves’ sequel to ‘I, Claudius’. So far it’s been about Herod Agrippa and his being raised in Rome in the palace of Augustus. Not as good a read so far but I’m sure it will get better. I walked to the office and got to work 5 minutes late. I sat at my computer and sent a complaint to NJ Transit about the douche bag bus driver. Hey, I am paying his salary and they can’t all be as dedicated to driving a bus like Bill is.

I told Bill about it and he gave me the lowdown about how to properly file a complaint with NJ Transit. Rule #1, no big words. Work was all about data entry which was a change from proofreading a website for the past two days. That was tedious because in one hand I had a pile of notes for the website designer from the past few weeks, most of them repeated suggestions and requests. Such bad grammar and punctuation. Not the designer’s fault. Mainly it was Naomi and Wally.

I did get an email from Mindy one of the headhunters I communicated with the other day. I like where I’m at now, but the money isn’t there. It sucks because I’m feeling comfortable with the people I work with and I think they’re getting comfortable with me. The job Mindy was suggesting was a better paying job but with a 7:00AM start time. Can I do that? I’m sure I could. It would be difficult at first, but I’d be missing the rush hour by an hour. I don’t go out anymore, I just stay home so it’s not like I’d be missing any sort of social life. I did express an interest though. I hate this decision making. If only there was a decider.

An interesting event on the web the past few days. I’m sure you all heard Ann ‘Why the long face’ Coulter’s fag comment about John Edwards. One of the other conservative speakers was a Cpl. Matt Sanchez who is a 38 year old Columbia student who says he was verbally assaulted by the International Socialist student group. This made him the darling of Bill O’Reilly, with Sanchez receiving an award named for Jeanne Kirkpatrick. It turns out that in a Jeff Gannon-esque way, Cpl. Matt Sanchez is a gay porn actor.

Here’s a link about it. cut n’ paste time
http://joemygod.blogspot.com/2007/03/jeff-gannon-redux.html

here’s a more sexplicit link
http://tombacchus.blogspot.com/2007/03/dirty-sanchez.html

and for good measure, here’s Pierre LaBranche…I mean Rod Majors…I mean USMC Cpl. Matt Sanchez’s blog.
http://mattsanchez.blogspot.com/

see? I can be fair and balanced. Give me a job at Fox. I’m better looking than Alan Colmes.