It’s a Friday. I spent a few days this week, perhaps unknowingly getting back into the groove of working. Helping out Greg Stevens the past few days was nice. Still more work to be done next week. I suppose next on the agenda would be getting to bed early and waking up earlier than I’ve been.

I can safely say that I will not miss Hoda Kotb (and really, what kind of name is Hoda Kotb? According to Wikipedia, she’s Egyptian) and the one known as Kathie Lee. I can easily understand why Fang Gifford sat under someone else’s apple tree.

Last night Bill was running around in the city, I was here at home, feeling tired but other than that, OK. I knew that I would be more awake hours later than I was when I posted last night. Last night was The Office which was basically a clip show. Pretty funny nonetheless.

30 Rock which is usually funnier was not as funny as it’s been. Keith Olbermann was on the money last night with his commentary on the Supreme Court’s ruling, removing restrictions on how much money corporations can give to political campaigns.

Totally a fucked up ruling and I of course, am in line with what Olbermann had to say on the matter. Apparently, it’s now We the Corporation, no longer, We the People.

Also yesterday I posted on Facebook, an item from Crooks and Liars website about how a white power supremacist had been arrested for raping a child. Joe Jervis from Joe My God, a fellow blogger and also a Facebook friend posted the same article on Joe My God.

Last night Joe posted that he received about 1000 hits from Storm Front, a white power bowel movement. I’m sure will be alright but it was a bit unnerving. I can only guess that Crooks and Liars had many more hits on their website.

Right now Bill is driving a bus in Cliffside Park. I’m tracking him once again on Google Latitude. He’s off to Atlantic City again, driving the gamblers down the shore. I’ve never been to Atlantic City. I’m not one for gambling though, and if I went I would more than likely spend my time at the beach and right now it’s too cold for that.

When I was in the city I scrounged up my pennies to get the latest Mojo & Uncut magazines. Mojo is readily available but Uncut is nowhere to be found. It had been months since I had been to one news agent at 56th st and Lexington Avenue but to my surprise they went out of business.

I walked around the block to a different vendor and was able to buy Mojo but even they had no idea or explanation as to why there is no Uncut this month. I suppose I can wander around the Village this weekend and see if Rebel Rebel or somewhere else would have the February issue.

Last night I had 2 very weird dreams. One involved Bill and myself winning a trip to South Africa. We were on a tourist tram of sorts when an explosion occurred a a few cars behind the car we were in. We were OK but there were obviously people hurt.

It was a terrorist act. We tried communicating to friends and family in the States to let them know that we were alright, but Bill’s 3G service wasn’t working.

The next dream involved me going to a party that Joe Jervis was having at a house on stilts in the water that was only accessible by boat. I stayed for a while wandering around the house, saying hello to other bloggers and eventually getting into an argument with one of Joe’s neighbors.

I decided to leave the party but had to swim to my row boat which was drifting away while I held the Daily News over my head, trying not to get it wet.

Very strange indeed.