Oh it’s Friday and I am so happy about that. Just a really up and down week. A roller coaster of sorts. I am also glad the birthday is behind me. Don’t want to deal with that again, at least not for another year. Pretty tired right now, despite sleeping well last night. Perhaps too well. Great difficulty waking up this morning even though I woke up at 6:00, I could have used another hour. And I went to bed earlier than usual last night. Just a very quiet night at home, alone. No phone calls except for brother Frank which lasted a minute since one of his favorite TV shows was about to start. Yes, brother Frank is on the mend.

The other night, Bill and I watched United 93. The one that was released in the movie theaters last year. Mainly unknown actors playing the passengers and hijackers. Quite intense of course. By the end Bill and I were ready to kick some terrorist ass, but there weren’t any in the apartment so we went to bed. I’m sure I had some crazy intense dreams following that but due to the jazz soundtrack playing behind my red eyes, I didn’t remember them. It could account for my crap mood on Wednesday though.

On Wednesday night we watched Looking For Langston by Isaac Julien. It’s only 42 minutes long, but it’s quite good, very artsy. All about the Harlem Renaissance in the 1920’s juxtaposed with black gay culture in the 1980’s. It was dedicated to James Baldwin. Not for everyone, but if you’re so inclined I recommend it.

Last night I didn’t know what to watch and wound up watching a series on the 1940’s on PBS. I enjoyed it somewhat. It was almost a glimpse into my parents lives. I watched part one and while waiting for part two the chimp in charge had to make a speech about how well the war is going. It’s not going well and the best thing to do is to bring the troops home. But that’s not what the idiot will do. He might bring them home next summer. What an asshole. I hate him so much. It was strange to watch Roosevelt rallying people at home to fight in world war two, then to watch the chimp saying shit and not rallying anyone except for the felchers behind him.

Surprisingly enough, they did mention after the idiot speech, about how the troops came home after the war, changed from who they were before the war. They came home and drank, abused their spouses and didn’t talk about what they saw or did. They certainly didn’t talk about it at the VFW or the American Legion. They drank a lot and tried to forget. I can’t remember that being brought up before in other World War Two documentaries.

On TV, they just showed a clip of Tony Snow leaving the White House, good of him to wipe the jism off his chin. And here I thought he swallowed.

That’s it. I’m tired.

Well it’s the day after the first sober birthday I’ve had in quite a while. After the fiasco at Arthur’s steakhouse in Hoboken, Bill and I did some food shopping and came home. We talked about the sauce pan, I neglected to mention that it was designed by Damien Hirst, he of Shark in Formaldehyde Tank and Diamond Encrusted Skull fame.

Here’s a pic of Hirst’s Diamond Skull.

It cost Bill a pretty penny and here I was being ungrateful. I felt terrible about that and of course did all the backpedaling that I could but really the horse was out of the stable so there was no use in closing the gate. Looking back I can’t believe my behavior and I apologized for it. I mentioned to Bill that a few years ago we had a fight. One year he decided not to celebrate or recognized Valentine’s Day. Previous years we did but this particular year we didn’t though not on my part. I told him that he didn’t have to go to any great length to get me something, ‘you could give me a button and I would think it was the best button in the world!’ But when it came down to balls to the wall, a saucepan wasn’t up to snuff.

I eventually got over it, hoping that I didn’t hurt Bill’s feelings. It’s just that in the past couple of months, he was making noises about how I should get a video camera since he felt that I can handle a digital camera with relative ease, and I actually thought that I would be getting a new camera, or a new iPod or some sort of flashy gadget that Bill is so fond of. But he’s been having some money problems, which I didn’t know about since we don’t share finances.

It reminded me of a certain Xmas when I was living at my parents house, and I was hoping to get a Walkman for a holiday present. The time came and when I opened the box, there was no Walkman. My father thought I was an idiot and would wear it while crossing railroad tracks, not hearing the oncoming train and would be killed right then and there. He didn’t like me, but he didn’t want me dead apparently. Instead of a Walkman, I got a Sears tape recorder with an AM/FM radio band attached. Not exactly the same thing. Not at all. I was crushed and eventually bought my own Walkman and played exclusively on railroad tracks just to prove a point.

I do love the saucepan and it’s probably the best saucepan in the world. It’s stainless steel so it could make a good weapon should the need arise. You never know when some black-ops are going to be knocking on the door arms full of pasta with no sauce. If they know what’s good for them they had better bring bread. That’s all I ask. Not too much is it?