Baby Talks Dirty

It’s a Monday after a pretty good weekend, and it’s a dreary kind of day. Last night, once again, I got sucked into Ken Burns documentary, The War. I didn’t watch Dexter on Showtime even though it was the season premiere. I guess I preferred to watch death on such a wide scale rather than watch a serial killer who only kills other serial killers. It was a tough call. I even gave up on Larry David last night. I can watch both shows on demand whenever I want to. But you can’t watch the SNL Digital Short that I posted yesterday since NBC pulled it since there was a music sample by Aphex Twin that they didn’t get clearance for. Which is stupid and ridiculous since they do have top notch musicians on the show, they could have easily duplicated and tweaked the track. It wouldn’t have happened on my watch I tell you.

Heard from my sister in law Elaine and Meghan Taylor who I sent pictures to. Elaine mentioned that brother Frank looked good, and Meghan warned me about taking pictures of her since she might break the camera. Both of them are being silly since I think they both looked good, though Frank and Elaine were posed, Meghan was sort of a fly by snapshot. Also sent pics to Kathe and Chaz but didn’t hear from them.

Just got off the phone with Billie in DC. He’s tired out. Last week he went to the trial of his sister’s murderer and had to testify. The prosecutor told him they were looking at either Murder One or Murder Two, plus animal cruelty since the asshole killed the dog too. Obviously that would take a lot out of you. His mother and his other sister have been attending and sitting through the gruesome details, even though Billie asked them not to. He was hoping the jury would return with a verdict but they didn’t do it today, and so he’s hoping for tomorrow. Too bad the asshole isn’t in jail up here, someone I know could do a number on this fucker. In any event it’s a terribly sad thing.

That kind of changes one’s perspective on things. As bad as things sometimes get, at least you’re alive to see things through and hopefully come though the other end, relatively intact.

The task at hand for me is to find a replacement for Carla the receptionist. I know she’s doing the right thing, she’s following her dream and it’s a realistic dream, unlike myself who really didn’t have any dreams since I didn’t expect to be living this long. But I’m still here, making the most of wherever it is I am at. The dream of headlining the Garden had passed long ago, as well as the dream of headlining at McSwells. That passed like gas. Someone shook a rose bush.

Well it looks like everyone who has Arcade Fire tickets is trying to sell them on Craigslist. I bought the tickets a few months ago, and knowing the brother Frank might not be up for it I talked to Juan about it. He was fine with being the backup. Like I figured Frank is not up for it, and Juan backed out. Apparently there’s a glue sniffing tournament at his campus and he has to referee. No bites for me from Craigslist, and I’m just looking for face value. I really don;t want to eat the tickets but right now, on Monday, and the show is Saturday, I have a sinking feeling that I might be eating tickets by then.

Things have calmed down United Nations wise, and here are a handful of photos.

“Is your hand in your back pocket?”