Build me a bridge/love rollercoaster/Above the clouds
This morning’s earworms

What a motherfucking Monday, December 15, 2025, has turned out to be. It had been a decent weekend. Mike came over on Friday and left Sunday night. That was fine; it was good having him around. Bill was on the road and did not come back until Saturday afternoon, and it was wonderful having him back home.

We’ve been having problems with the drain in the kitchen sink. It’s been backing up, and we’ve been using a plunger. Unfortunately, the water was not going down the drain but rather, into the washing machine. On Friday evening, when I usually do my laundry, I was all set, thinking I would have to stand by the sink during the wash.

I opened the lid and poured a cup of detergent into the machine when I noticed that it was half filled with dirty dishwater. So I gathered my laundry and walked over to the laundromat, where it was washed and folded, and ready 24 hours later. Tomas at the laundromat does a good job.

The showerhead I installed back in September had a bit of a leak, which I kept putting off, but would have to tighten it eventually. Saturday night, Bill went to bed early, and Mike and I shot videos of each other for a Facebook group.

On Sunday, Robert the ‘super’ came by and used a snake to go through the drain, and Bill was with Robert on that front. It seemed to have worked initially, but we soon found out that it did not work at all. In fact, Stephanie, in the apartment below us, knocked on our door to let us know that our drains were backing up into her apartment.

It was disconcerting. Mike eventually went back to his crib, and Bill and I caught up on TV shows we usually watch together. He was in bed soon enough and I followed soon after.

I woke up at the usual time for a Monday morning. I headed into the shower, where I found the showerhead was completely useless and soaked me and the bathroom. I yelled out ‘Fuck’ and Bill thought I had fallen, which is a fear of mine lately.

I removed the showerhead and had an awkward shower. After the shower, I sat at my computer and did what I always do, visit the Hunger Site and then post on that Met-ah website. A bit after 7 AM, I was outside in the 19° weather. I got my bagel and carefully walked to the PATH train. There was about 2.5 inches of snow from Saturday into Sunday, and whatever melted on Sunday was frozen on Monday morning, and people did not shovel their sidewalks.

Manhattan was bearable except for the cold winds blasting down the canyons of the city. I made it to my desk and started my day. The restart of the computer had the windows from Friday reopen, and Meta-ah was one of the tabs. It was shut down due to an accusation of sharing photos of the sexualization of children.

I immediately appealed the decision and did so numerous times throughout the day. There has been no reply from Met-ah. That leads me to think it was decided by some artificial intelligence. I have absolutely no idea what Met-ah was talking about and asked to see it, but I have seen nothing.

I have no clue as to where I stand. My dear friend RoDa may have been accused of something similar; he was accused of posting naughty photos. Neither one of us has any idea where we stand or even if we stand. But we stand together in the artificial intelligence dock.

From what I heard the fruit stand party got better and continued after I left, which is what I expected— Friday, December 12th.

Personally, I left at the right time. The bus was crowded as expected, though not by me, since I rarely take the bus these days

Marcus stayed until the end I believe and relayed the fact that I missed the electric slide and other dances which I would love to have done since I have never done it before and it would give my coworkers the opportunity to laugh at my flailing attempts to make Elaine Benes look like a top shelf dancer.

I had two flutes of champagne and three or four hors d’oeuvres as they pass by and I was satisfied with that perhaps if I’m still around at the food stand next year I will stay longer since I know what to expect and if that’s the case I would probably know a few more people though quite a few people knew me and I didn’t remember them. I am good at schmoozing though and I schmoozed quite nicely last night.

I saw a guy wearing a Joy Division check it and ask him where he got it. I don’t recall what he said but I did make a comment about Peter Seville getting paid. There’s another gent wearing something that was not branded like Joy Division but it was an amazing jacket and I saw him twice and told him twice that it was an amazing jacket.

Perhaps it was an amazing Technicolor dreamcoat. The room was a bit dark so I really couldn’t say.

So being the day after a holiday party most of the fruit flies at the fruit stands are not in or underneath the stands and baskets of fruit. I walked up there though from 16th Street up to 52nd Street enjoying a cigar as I strolled through old neighborhoods where I used to work which have changed considerably.

I stopped in what used to be the equitable building on 7th avenue but still has the gigantic painting by Roy Lichtenstein. It had nice comfortable seats for people like me that were passing by and needed to sit down for a few minutes after walking over 30 blocks. Across the street from there used to be a pizzeria where I used to have lunch every now and then with Alice from Hoboken and what used to be a band called Gutbank.

That is no more the building was torn down and another building had been erected in its place and Alice now lives down in Ocean Grove where Bill and I sometimes see her on our summer visits.

So Mike is expected to come over tonight and I have an epiphany as I tried to get to sleep last night which was not easy by the way but I don’t have to tell him everything that’s going on in my mind, since if I say something at 11:00 like 3:00 it’s usually something different and I’ll regret something that I told at 11:00

It’s best to keep my mouth shut and let things happen as they will. So now it’s about 2 and 1/2 hours before the weekend, and then after that, 5 days to get through Monday through Friday next week, before I get two weeks of,f and I intend to sleep since I like that and I’m good at it mostly

Listening to the Roches’ Christmas LP, We Three Kings. Peace on Earth.
Also, Sandinista is 45 years old today.