It’s a Tuesday and that’s not so bad. Southern California is burning and that’s bad though. Hopefully anyone I know (or that you know) is safe and will still have a roof over their head when the inferno is finished. I think Connie’s sister Jennifer is ok, haven’t heard anything about Oxnard Shores and I know Steve Snaporitao lives or lived out there. I did hear he was coming back east, back in the closet. You see out in California he’s out of the closet but under the watchful gaze of his mother he’s just a confused lug in New Jersey.

Last night was pretty mellow and also a very good night of television. It started after watching an hour of Scrubs naturally, then I watched Chuck which was good once again after last week’s mediocre episode. Good storyline involving a Chinese mafia, a Chinese spy and her kidnapped brother. Good fight scenes though though oddly filmed. When The good girl spy and the good guy spy would throw a punch or a sauce pan, the action froze for a split second, then went back into attack mode. Other than that it was good overall.

Then came Heroes, also pretty good. The Indian doctor is turning into a bitch, the mind reading bear cop can face down Sylar with a gun but is afraid to see his father, who turned out to be a real dick, though the mind reading bear cop didn’t know it at the time. Adrian Pasdar was his partner as the sought the father. Milo V. still buff and confused (maybe closeted?) from his amnesia. Micah, the kid with the jeri curls was cute talking to his cousin about their powers. She’s an interesting character, though she met up with Doctor Bitch who was thrown against a wall by 21st Century Schizoid Woman. And Hiro’s storyline is getting thin. But still it was enjoyable.

Then came the jewel in the crown, Weeds. So much happened in a half hour. Nancy is making money hand over fist and tried to do right by her late six month husband’s first wife, who didn’t trust her, hired a private eye, who tried to blackmail Nancy who thanks to Shane, her youngest got out of that jam. Celia messed up her estranged wheelchair bound husband, a stiletto heel on the scrotum will do that to you. Celia is deliciously and certifiably nuts. And is Conrad getting back into Nancy’s life?

Then came Californication which was really good. Not as good as Weeds, but still quite good. David Duchovny’s character actually elicited sympathy. The mother of his daughter usually gets all the sympathy, but Duchovny’s turn as a writer who accidentally had sex with a 16 year old girl, who turns out to be the soon to be step daughter of the mother of his daughter stole his latest manuscript and presented it as her own. Duchovny can’t say anything about it due to the fact that the 16 year old gave him head, though to his credit he thought she was of age.

Bill came home last night, awfully tired and with a head filling with mucous. He’s been working as much as he can at the law firm, then rehearsing two plays as well as dealing with his dad in the nursing home and his mother who’s not doing so well with reality. He sometimes winds up doing too much then he crashes physically, getting sick. He slept in a real bed, and took the day off so he could recharge his batteries somewhat.

Here’s a few pics.

Bill, all tuckered out.

But the sun does rise

Back to work day, Monday that is. Last night was mellow. Bill called a couple of times, totally stressed. His mother’s is not doing so well mentally and insists on fighting or arguing with Bill on most points. He’ll tell her that they’ll be doing such and such and then an hour or so later freaks out and asks him all over again about the same topic. Short term memory is shot. Bill was quite edgy, calling me from the park across the street from the nursing home where Bill’s father is, needing to get away from his mother if only for a few minutes. He’s sleeping over here tonight for the first time in about a week. He’s been sleeping on a fold out sofa bed which has that lovely bar, designed to crush your spinal cord, leaving you bent over the entire next day.

Had to go back to work today which wasn’t so bad if I look at it as something to do and get paid for doing it. My workload has increased since Carla the ex-receptionist changed her name to Emalee and decided to design head wear for Foot Locker. As long as she doesn’t have to wear a referee’s striped jersey, she’s fine with it. Most everyone was in the office today which was sort of like a homecoming. It was a crisp autumn day again but as afternoon came it was in the 70 degree range. A few errands to run including a swing past the door man with the mustache I envy.

Read a couple of blogs today, signed a few more petitions. Read on the Huffington Post that Barack Obama was going on a barn storming tour with Donnie McClurkin, fabled ex-gay, no friend of gay people, and Donnie goes down the road equating homosexuality to pedophilia. If it’s true and it seems to be, that would make the second democratic candidate that I’ve dropped so far.

First dropped was John Edwards who said he’s not for same sex marriage, so it was goodbye to John Edwards. Now, it’s Barack Obama. Are they driving me into the arms of Hillary Clinton. I saw her once on the street and said hi a few years ago and she wished me a Happy New Year since it was the first week of the year back then but that’s no reason to vote for someone is it?. I do have issues with her husband what’s his name.
Mr. Defense of Marriage Act. A big, hearty fuck you to him.

Chatted with Juan a bit today online. He’s trying to figure out a costume to wear while he camps it up with his boyfriend this weekend. The sailor outfit is out, due to the fact another couple that’s going to be there does the sailor look every year. He was leaning towards a sexy policeman. That got me thinking, even though I don’t plan on going to any parties or trick or treating, I bought a wrestling mask, like Mil Mascaras used to wear back in his professional wrestling days. Mil Mascaras means ‘a thousand masks in Spanish. Sometime when Mil would wrestler, his opponent would try to unmask Mil, only to find, another mask, underneath the original! My idea is to wear the wrestling mask with a suit and tie, preferably smoking a cigar. I think it would make a good image, very Love and Rockets.

Here’s some pics. Bon appetit!

Really getting into the job

I love his moustache. I plan on getting a closer picture someday.

The wrestling mask. M is for Mil Mascaras!

Here’s the linkage for that Huffington Post article:
cut n’paste please

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/earl-ofari-hutchinson/obama-should-repudiate-an_b_69244.html