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About johnozed

I'm 50+ years old, 210-ish#, 6'2", reddish blonde, blue eyes with glasses (and without) masculine, funny, relatively intelligent, enjoy the company of assorted friends and family especially sordid friends and family. I love music, reading, writing, conversing, laughing, going to films, shows, concerts and smoking cigars. And I also enjoy looking nice in a suit and tie. Looking more like Lewis Lapham than Tom Wolfe. I'm sure there is more, but we'll just have to find out when I write about it. In a lifetime relationship with partner Bill Vila.

What You Need

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Another rainy day. I had better not hear anything about a drought this summer, I tell you. So yesterday was a busy day work wise. I had errands to run and even had to return to Wanker Banker which is no more so I can actually call it Putnam Lovell. We had deals going on which from what I heard went well. Now that Moe Stooge is out of the picture somewhat I have to rename the other two, so Allen and Rossi will do. Marty Allen was working on some reports that had to be printed in color, and then they had to be bound.

Well we ran out of Cyan ink, which is the fancy name for Blue, and we ran out of clear plastic covers for the reports. I scrambled, making phone calls trying to get these items. I was able to get the ink, a bargain at $100.00 including delivery, to the office by closing time. Marty Allen was going to have to stay and print out what he needed. I made a phone call to the great Gazoo, my friend Gazi who is the IT guy at Putnam Lovell.

He sort of hooked me up with some plastic covers. I knew they had them since I used to order them when I worked there. They were probably still in the same place. Gazi hooked it up and I chatted with him for a spell. It’s still a ghost town on the 34th floor. Saw Diane W who I tried to introduce to Martha G, since both work in film, Martha looking for financing and Diane looking to finance. But one of them never got back to me so the ball was dropped and my producing career went down the drain. I just don’t know anyone in the building except for the cleaning staff and one or two other people besides Gazi.

Even though I didn’t have to do all that running around, I did it anyway as a way to perhaps me look good. A sterling job as the CEO of Omnicom told me when I worked for Wolff Olins. Of course that compliment didn’t sustain me that long. The CEO’s like me mostly, Don Putnam liked me and offered me a gig in San Francisco when I went out there in 2004, Brian Boylan from Omnicom telling me that I was doing a sterling job, Greg Stevens always looking out for me. I’m in a fortunate position through some sort of providence I suppose.

Thisclose to finishing God Is Not Great but it was due back at the library. The head librarian, Diane likes me and was able to extend my second renewal for another week. So Christopher ‘Love him or hate him. Most people hate him’ Hitchens gets a week’s reprieve. Bill was here last night and we watched The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I saw it initially in the theater and it was really a movie unlike any other. It certainly deserves to be seen and I think Bill was glad that he was able to see it.

Still an amazing movie, great acting all around and great cinematography. The book was even better, it had me choked up outside the library as I read the final pages before returning it. Spoke with Billie in DC last night. He’s recovering from a bout of bronchitis as well as really bad allergies. With a compromised immune system it threw him for a loop, with all the coughing he was doing he pulled a muscle in his chest which hurt when he laughed. And unfortunately I always make Billie laugh.

I think my sister made it out to Cleveland today, and I think my brother in law’s procedure is tomorrow. I’m crossing my fingers as I type.

Just found this….

Memo From Turner

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Well today was a long day. But first of course, last night. Last night was very quiet, didn’t do much at all. The end. No, I’m kidding. Last night was quiet though. Watched TV, 60 Minutes with a story on Jon Bon Jovi. I worked with Jon’s cousin Barry. I had a crush on Barry, still do to some degree. A nice guy, looked out for me while I worked under the thumb of Simon Andrews, sometimes known as Eric Andrews. He (Simon Eric Andrews Hair Plug) also had a fetish for big breasted women with lactating breasts. Yes it was gross but it wasn’t my fetish and who am I to judge? You can judge all you want.

Jon Bon Jovi did stop by the studio on occasion and I met him once or twice. Nice guy, definitely a Jersey guy and then again, so am I. I speak the language, the mumbling asides, the shuffled feet, the chip on the shoulder. But given the choice I would have rather been with Barry rather than Jon. Jon is giving back to the community and I can’t fault him for that. Who says you can’t go home indeed.

Then was the Simpsons doing an All About Eve featuring Lisa, followed by King of the Hill. Both were pretty good but I was distracted and didn’t know how King of the Hill ended. Never found out who voiced LuAnn’s father. If you know, please fill me in. I sat in front of the computer and soon got lost in the Marvel Comics Universe, after seeing Iron Man with Chaz yesterday afternoon. Catching up on characters I used to read about.

Forgot how I used to have a thing for Black Bolt, leader of the Inhumans. I really identified with the Inhumans for some reason. I read up about Captain Marvel and the Kree/Skrull wars. Nonsense that if you didn’t read the comic books you wouldn’t understand. Somehow while reading about the Marvel Universe, i.e. Comic books you can read online, I had a movie on called Stomp The Yard.

Somehow I always find these ‘troubled teens who can dance their way out of trouble’ movies. This one was about a kid from Los Angeles who’s brother gets killed after a dance off so the the kid gets shipped to anonymous east coast black university, where he learns humility while falling for the richest, posh girl on campus who is also the daughter of the dean of admissions or ethics or bingo master.

Of course it has a happy ending though the brother from the beginning is still dead and the guy that killed him is still on the loose. I used to want to see a step show in person but this movie genre, including Drum Line, You Got Served, Your Feet are too Small to Dance with God and the like, just made me less interested. Perhaps if I stumbled upon a step show I would enjoy it but it seems unlikely. Unless I start my own black fraternity… I better get on that or it will be a bunch of guys with their crutches, canes and walkers trying to dance.