Well the day started out watching 300 on a bootlegged dvd that I bought for $5.00 last week and it’s very good quality. A copy from a dvd, not much loss generation-wise. Now it’s later than usual and I’m watching again, this time with Roda and Bill. It’s been an interesting day to say the least. I woke up around 7-ish which was ok. Did the usual Saturday thing, bagels, papers, supermarket. Laundry I did yesterday thanks to Julio and his awesome suggestion on getting a new power strip. Since I had read the papers it seemed like a good enough time to watch 300.

Of course it’s violent, but done in a comic book style and since I used to read comic books all the time and still do on that rare occasion, I really didn’t mind the gore. Those Spartans sure looked good in their leather speedos. Each and everyone of them were remarkably cut. Lot’s of CG as well, almost as good as the Lord of the Rings movies. I know Pedro really liked it, he called me up soon after he saw it, giving it rave reviews. It would’ve been a perfect movie to see with him

I also have The Queen, Notes on A Scandal, and Color Me Kubrick from Netflix that I haven’t seen yet. I am looking forward to all three and since it’s Netflix I can take my time. The day was cloudy and warm and I decided to head into the city. I took the bus in and walked over to Grand Central Station to see Kathe Charas where she works selling bags and whatnot. It was fun, I hadn’t seen her in quite a while. She seems happy and we swapped stories about rotten teeth.

Then I hopped on the 6 train and headed down to Canal Street looking for a set of headphones like the ones I had a few months ago. I really liked them and they had a volume control and cost about $17.00. I’ve seen them in Times Square for about $50.00. They’re not that good. $17.00 is the best price, but I’m used to the ones I have now anyway, just no volume control. Boo hoo. I walked through Soho, a nice place to visit if you don’t work there, but I was nowhere near McMann and Tate’s offices. Walked past what used to be CBGB’s, it’s now closed, nothing there anymore.

Walked down St. Mark’s Place and went into Sounds to kill sometime before I surprised Bill at the final performance of The Crooner at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. Bought the English Beat Greatest Hits cd, then went to Veselka where I had a burger. Walked though Tompkins Square Park past two dudes playing ultimate Frisbee with acrobatic moves. Talked to Annemarie on the phone outside the Cafe before heading in. After the phone call I see some guy who looks familiar, turns out to be Roda who Bill had run into a few days before.

He looked good, dressed really well and lost some pounds. He’s such a great friend, it was good to hang out with Roda, he’d never been to the Cafe before and I sounded almost like a veteran, having been there over a dozen times at least. Now it’s late and I’m going to bed.

Cheers.

Here’s some pics!

It’s Friday and I think I did jinx myself and not only that, I was thisclose to being an idiot. The jinx part first. Today was the slowest day of work so far and I jinxed it yesterday by writing about how fast the days go flying by. I knew that might happen when I was writing it but I did it anyway. Tempting fate? Perhaps. The idiot part was the fact that the washing machine that I do my laundry in, located in the kitchen has been behaving oddly. I thought the machine was on it’s last legs and I dreaded asking the invisible man of a landlord about it.

The thing is, when I moved in here 5 years ago the invisible man of a landlord wanted to jack up my rent $100 for the washing machine. I said no thanks, he can take it. I really didn’t use the machine for months until Pedro hipped me to the fact that the landlord was never going to take it away. So with Pedro’s backing me up (he’d beat up the landlord if I asked him to) I have been using it almost every weekend. Like I said it’s been acting up so I asked Julio if he knew anything about washing machines since Julio knows most things about everything and if he doesn’t, he acts like he does. It’s all part of his charm.

And charmingly enough, Julio said, ‘Maybe it’s your power strip.’ So after days of forgetting about the power strip I remembered to buy one on the way home. I asked the cute guy in the hardware store where the power strips were and he pointed to his amply packed crotch. “I got a nice power strip here for you, long and hard. Ready for some good pluggin’. Are you down with that?” How could I say no? Well there was nothing really to say because it didn’t really happen. He did ask again for what I was looking for, and I told him a power strip for plugging things in. He thought I meant a wall stripper, whatever that was. Heavens no. He himself could’ve made some money being a stripper though.

I came home a little while ago and decided to start on the laundry and sure enough Julio is a genius. The old power strip was kaput after all. That Julio can be brilliant sometimes. And other times? Well I’m not going there right now, but I am giving credit where credit is due. I chatted briefly online with yet another Latin named friend, Juan yesterday, letting him know that the Bjork tickets came in finally. We’re going to see her at Radio City next Wednesday, but we’re not sitting together. I was only able to get good seats individually, not together. So not together, we’re sitting on opposite sides of the orchestra. I’m looking forward to that. A week after that it’s Arcade Fire with brother Frank, where we will be sitting together, in decent seats on the first mezzanine.

Work was interesting today at least, though like I said, dreadfully slow. Tom Chin was better today, not the high strung thing he was yesterday. As I left with Vivek, I told him in the elevator that I like working there. He told me he thought it was great having me there, longingly caressing the his amply packed crotch. No wait. Too much xtube I guess. Slamming me against the elevator wall and forcing his tongue down my throat…oops! He really did say that it was great having me there and I was doing better than expected which is weird since, between you and me, I’m still trying to figure it all out. Could it be while fumbling about in the dark, I’m impressing them? It must be my edible crotchless panties.

Happy Birthday Song. 34 Years Young.

soldier story link
http://brilliantatbreakfast.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-angry-soldier.html