Monthly Archives: November 2007

Leave My Kitten Alone

Wednesday. A foggy day at that. Last night Bill and I watched Heroes. Bill only watches it because I like it. It was actually pretty good, they’re starting to fill the plot holes. Milo V aka Peter Petrelli was the plot device that took us back 4 months, then 3 months and so on and so on. No cheerleader, no Hiro, just all about Peter. It was pretty good. Also the character of Adam was introduced for the second time since he played Kensei back in 1600’s Japan with Hiro. Since it was a recorded program from Monday night our regular viewing schedule was slightly askew.

We just hung out and surfed the cable channels, Bill waiting for his Law and Order SVU, aka the Olivia show. We sing a duet over the opening credits about how it’s all about Olivia and occasionally about the others. It’s a giggle. In the meantime I watched a program on the Sundance channel about solutions for the planet and the mess it’s in. Recyclable cars! Good idea, designed by Ford. Nice looking car, but the whole concept would actually work if everyone had a recyclable car. A plastic car being in an accident with another plastic car would be one thing, but a plastic car against a metal car? Well I don’t think the plastic recyclable car would stand a chance. And it runs on hydrogen, and gets like 45 miles per gallon.

It was an entertaining and informative show and before you know it we were running the streets of Manhattan with Mariska Hargitay and Chris Meloni. It was a good episode, more of a psychological angle than usual. That meant a twist or two. Arye Gross was on it as the psychopathic schizophrenic children’s book author. Last time we saw him, he was playing David and Keith’s couples counselor on Six feet Under. Anyway it was pretty good, and not all about Olivia this week, it focused more on Casey, the assistant District Attorney and her former boyfriend who was a schizophrenic! What a twist!

After that Bill went to bed, and I followed soon thereafter. Been sleeping deeply, making it difficult to wake up. Bill’s goodbye kiss in the morning does the job, almost like a snooze button. He kisses, I roll over and sleep for a few more minutes. It works quite nicely. It was a foggy morning, but I couldn’t tell until the bus approached the Lincoln Tunnel. Manhattan was almost totally obscured on the right side, and the fog was pouring down the Palisades on the left. Got to work on time again, no one in the office.

I ran around setting things up. A few people were out visiting a client in Philadelphia. Vivek returning from a trip to Boston, Greg Stevens en route from his Arizona house. Clients expected in, major deal in the works. I set that meeting up, running the audio visual system. Had a slight meltdown of self doubt when I was trying to clean up the petty cash. That hopefully will be resolved tomorrow. I’ll sit with Tom Chin and possibly the book keeper and sort it all out.

And dats the name of dat tune.

Here’s a pic, not mine, from Gothamist.

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Chelsea Hotel # 2

It’s Tuesday. Didn’t write last night. Came home late and quite tired. I spoke with Annemarie on Sunday and told her I wasn’t going to write Sunday, but I was able to knock one off in about 20 minutes. Last night, exhausted, just couldn’t do it. So here I am, no frills. Did anyone notice I didn’t write? Maybe Harpy did, And Song and of course Annemarie. I don’t think Bill reads this every day, same with Juan, they’re the catch up kind, they’ll read a week at a time maybe, if I’m lucky. Everyone else is invisible and possibly nonexistent.

So what’s new? I got new glasses and I’m not used to them and I’m not sure if I like them. I should like them I paid enough for them. The old glasses, so dear to my heart and so close to my eyes, were a bit scratchy and obscured my vision. These glasses aren’t rose tinted, though I wish they were. I originally went to Lens Crafters across the street from my office one lunch time. I looked around, found some nice frames, but no one was willing to help me. Then a woman walked in and the sales staff were willing to help her. So I walked out and wound up at Cohen’s Fashion Optical, which was not as nice as Lens Crafters but they were willing to help me out. And willing to help the money out of my wallet. It’s a good thing I have insurance or I would be paying through the bridge of my nose.

Work has been interesting. I have a new assistant, Mary Tully. She’s nice, looks a bit like Uma Thurman. I couldn’t tell if she was overweight or pregnant and I dare not ask. It’s illegal to ask anyhow. She’s pregnant. She told me. I didn’t ask any more questions. I’ve been trying to find projects for her to do which are usually my cast offs. Today I had her call the security company that I got into hot water with back in May. I had her tell them that I was shipped off to Iraq should they ask. They didn’t ask. I figured if I was out of the picture, they would be more likely to actually help out the company.

The trouble was about how they sent some key cards to 900 Third Avenue, when they should have gone to 800 Third Avenue. That’s what set this idiot, Jeff off, yelling into the phone about how they deal with bigger companies than ours, when I mentioned the fact he sent the cards to the wrong address. Now that’s what I call security. Basically he acted like he was doing us a favor, rather than doing business as usual. I called up the owner of the company when this all went down and he of course took Jeff’s side. No, the customer is only right in their eyes if you’re a Fortune 500 company. That lights a fire under my ass towards making my company the best company, to be so successful that we could crush All Slime Defecation services.

On the home front here in Hoboken, Bill is stressed, understandably about his parents. His father, being in the nursing home is eating up their savings since his insurance has run out. His mother needs to be supervised so she takes her medication. She takes it, then forgets that she’s taken it and freaks out about it which freaks out Bill. The neighbors are worried about her too. So he has two parents that need to be monitored all day and night. And he still has to sleep on a sofa bed designed by the Marquis de Sade.

Hard to believe next week is Thanksgiving. Bill and I are headed out to Garfield so that should be nice. I need to remind Bill to load up on his allergy medication since they do have cats.

There’s a commercial for the New York State lottery that they’re showing, various people lip syncing to an Al Jolson song, Sitting on Top of the World. It’s so creepy, especially when they get to the guy with powdered sugar on his mouth, singing. I don’t know why but I find it makes me uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because I haven’t won the lottery. Yet.

And now, some pics.

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The NEW Me

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WTF?