Sitting in front of the computer, Bill on the couch, Gilmore Girls on, Scrubs on deck, smoking a La Gloria Cubana Hermoso, feeling good. Very good Gilmores tonight. A return to form. Scrubs should be good too. After that it’s running lines with Bill for a project he just was cast for.

Had an apathetic day. Started out by oversleeping. No hustle at all. Got a later bus and meandered up to work through midtown Manhattan listening to Gorillaz, Demon Days which I am digging more and more. They’re playing at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem this week but all the shows are sold out. Not bad for a cartoon band.

Scrubs is dependably silly. A bit about singing Brick House by the Commodores while dancing reminded Bill that he has video of me on New Year’s Eve dancing with Julio and Stine to Brick House and Julio spanking my butt twice during the video. Bill thinks this is incriminating evidence, suitable for blackmail. I heard suitable for black male.

Roofies reference very funny. A Gilmore Girls reference on Scrubs! Double play! A sure sign of the rapture to come! Brilliant! Koyaanisqatsi reference! Even more brilliant.

Just ran some lines with Bill. I would be so good for the part playing against Bill. Now Bill watches porn, meaning Law and Order. And we run lines during commercial breaks. The things we do for love. It’s actually a pretty good script, at least the parts where Bill’s role has lines. I am getting into the role of Luke. Lives on a farm on Tattooine. It’s vaguely familiar but then again aren’t most stories?

So work was basically doing the most basic functions and getting Christina who sits to my right to start pulling her weight, forcing her to take the initiative. Which isn’t really taking the initiative since that requires little or no prompting. But she needs prompting. She constantly needs to be told what to do. I admit it is partially my fault since I would do a lot of things myself rather than have her screw things up, but after a year of her watching me do my work, she should have at least some clue. But she doesn’t. And I don’t care.

I called up the New York State Department of Labor again. Spoke to someone on the line and faxed over the decision regarding my hearing on June 28, 2005. I anticipate hearing from the NYS DOL again, but hopefully I’ll be at a new job and they will actually have to work to track me down. Or they can call the inhuman Human Resources director and Helen Devilakos would sell me out in a minute. She probably was a high ranking officer in the Vichy regime in France during World War II.

Is that a light at the end of the tunnel? Or just an oncoming express train?

Is that person swimming out there in the water, waving? Or drowning?

And what about that glass? Is it half full or half empty?

Beautiful day. Sitting on the stoop, listening to the Ipod and waiting for Bill. I’ve had a busy day so far indoors and now I sit outdoors. It’s a gorgeous day. Spring has sprung indeed.

There is a man and a woman parked next to a fire hydrant taking pictures of a building two doors down from me. Now they are fumbling about with their luggage in the back of their station. A clear blue sky, trees are blooming nicely. The man and the woman have finished taking pictures and fiddling about with their luggage. Now they are bringing it inside.

I’ve read about using the Ipod as a Magic 8 Ball. Ask it a question and hit shuffle. Of course the answer is more often than not, requiring interpretation. And it helps to have a lot of songs.

Q: Will I have a good week at work?
A: Revolution

Q: Will I have sex this week?
A: A Sweet Woman Like You

So, it’s not so perfect. Does this mean I will have heterosexual intercourse?
Will I be in drag? Open to interpretation.

Bill showed up and we walked around a crowded Hoboken. It was a beautiful afternoon and a lot of people were out and about. Pier A was nearly crowded. Lot’s of baby strollers, joggers, dogs. We hung out by the guys that fish off the pier. Not too crowded there, and not much of a fishy smell since they weren’t biting.

Not much beefcake, more cheesecake, and no fishcake.

Now we sit, after Bill catching up on the previous episodes of the Sopranos, the sun pours in on Bill catching some shut eye.

Julio is expected to come up to watch the latest installment of the Sopranos, followed by Big Love, which we both like.

Tried to get in touch with Billie since Bill and I are planning a weekend in Washington DC. Got his machine again. We plan on taking a bus down there, as well as Ipods, and magazines. I won’t try sneaking a smoke in the bus lavatory this time. Especially one that had a pungent aroma. I’ll be good. Bill will make sure of that.

It’s been a lazy Sunday. Daylight Savings Time. We sprung ahead and lost an hour. The sun is still out at 7:06PM. I’m not complaining at all. I do prefer having the sun around. Though not enough to actually melt glaciers.

Glaciers Disappear in Before & After Photos
http://www.livescience.com/environment/060324_glacier_melt.html

Old news I know but still urgent. The world is a mess. Iran and their nuclear weapons capability, as well as North Korea. The war rages on in Iraq. The presidebt is a fucking moron. That was not an incorrect spelling. Massachusetts’s courts have ruled that out of state same sex couples cannot be married in Massachusetts if their home state does not recognize the union. John McCain, who might’ve been a decent republican politician even though he embraced Bush after all the shit BushCo. did to him and his family, has now gotten into bed with the religious right.

What a dickwad.

A chupy draga indeed.