Monthly Archives: April 2009

Monkey Man

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Well today is Tuesday and it’s been an odd day. Not as busy as I thought and no trip to the Indian consulate. Last night was Heroes with special guest Diana Scarwid who played the grown up daughter of Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. It was an ok episode.

That was followed by Keith Olbermann hosted by the other guy since Keith Olbermann was at the Mets opening game. I caught some of that when it was on at 8:00 but wound up playing guitar during that so I didn’t really pay attention.

Bill was off to bed a little while after that, leaving me with the news which was all about New York City getting a new Archbishop. That was almost enough to put me to sleep. Almost enough which was enough to make sleep really easy.

Waking up was easy too. Bill was up and getting ready as I shuffled past him to get to the shower. The shaving gel I used to use is no longer available so lately after putting conditioner on my goatee and stubble I use soap and water which does the job.

Bill was gone by the time I started getting ready. I was soon out on the street heading towards the bus stop. Read an interesting article on George Orwell in the New Yorker. Very entertaining and I found comfort in the adage that writers are contradictory by nature.

Once again the day was spent trying to be busy, finding things to do. I found an article that a former coworker from McMann and Tate was being sued for calling his former assistant HIV Boy. I knew this guy, worked around him for 9 months.

He’s a gruff and blustery bloke but never fund him to be homophobic and certainly not stupid enough to say things like that. He told me that the 24 Hour Party People movie was true to life for him, being a club goer in Manchester/Madchester when the Hacienda was going strong.

I went so far as to post that he wasn’t a homophobe on both the New York Daily News and the Post comments section. Not in my name, or this nom de blog, but my old sock puppet’s name.

I also friended him on Facebook. I’m pretty sure it’s a frivolous lawsuit and he’s a stand up chap, that Dean Crutchfield.

Other than that, it’s been another chilly gray day with rain. Not much going on. I have less than a year left at work.

This is my 1,245th entry which I think is fairly impressive. Almost everyday I’ve posted at least 500 words. Now it’s part of my life, so much that if I don’t write, I feel like something is wrong.

I do enjoy it, and never expected it to be such a part of my life. It hasn’t gone the way I envisioned it, but then again I really didn’t have much of a vision to do anything except to write at least 500 words.

I think Rand might have had a vision on what I should do, every day a new piece of fiction, but fiction is hard. I should write some fiction again soon.

I’ve only done it a handful of times on this here blog. An idea pops into my head every now and then.

The latest was a story about Lois DiLivio who wakes up one morning with platinum blond hair.

Somewhere down the line I suppose.

In the Ditch

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It’s a Monday and all is ‘meh’. Just one of those days. Last night was quiet as well. Bill came home after 2 church services, dropped off his mother with Elsie and Andy Capp and came home depressed and in need of a nap.

He napped for a few hours and then I woke him up around 7:00. Our usual show on Sunday nights, 60 Minutes was late due to golf and that gave me an opportunity to watch a Bill Moyers rebroadcast from Friday about Abraham Lincoln with Sam Waterson and a Lincoln scholar.

Since Bill had just woken up he was confused that 60 Minutes wasn’t on and hearing Sam Waterson’s voice thought Lawn hors d’oeuvre was on. He soon got into Bill Moyers though.

After that, The Simpsons which was as good as expected. Worst Couch Gag ever! Bill wasn’t feeling King of the Hill. Maybe he doesn’t like Tom Petty and is more of a Billy Bob Thornton fan.

We watched some of Metallica’s induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, more ugly women in his eyes though there were no women on stage. Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Ronnie Wood, Metallica, Flea and Joe Perry all on stage playing Train Kept a Rollin’ at the same time. It was a bit much, but over within minutes.

I told Bill the tale about how Metallica took over the recording studio I worked at for a few months and how they treated us all nicely. Food for days, weeks and months. Generally they were alright, though Kirk Hammett and Jason Newsted were outgoing and willing to talk to the common folk, Lars and James were aloof at best.

Once again the people around them were obnoxious, the band themselves were ok. Q Prime is their management. A room full of wankers, one of whom got into an argument with me and threatened to have Metallica leave and go to another studio.

I knew that wasn’t going to happen and called him on it. He never called again.

Bill and I then watched an early episode of Lawn hors d’oeuvre: SVU which was good. Well paced and ended leaving us hanging and wanting more. Then Bill went to bed and I stayed up watching Peter Gomes, the Harvard theologian at a book signing from 2007.

I could listen to Peter Gomes talk all night. He was on a book tour for his then current book, The Scandalous Gospel of Jesus. Entertaining and informative, I would love to have dinner with him sometime. It would be enlightening. Even Luis Buñuel counted clergy as friends despite his atheism.

Off to work today. Vivek came back from Mexico and of course didn’t show up until an hour before I left. He sounded like hell and in turn he said I sounded hungover, which I wasn’t. Hardly anyone was in the office and that made the day crawl by.

4:30 couldn’t arrive soon enough so I left at 4:15. Tomorrow I have to go to the Indian consulate for Vivek and get a work visa for someone coming in from India.

That should be interesting. Never been to the Indian consulate before.