B Complex. Is it all that? I keep forgetting to take it. No visible results. But my sister recommended it, and I trust her more than I trust the Surgeon General whoever that might be. If the Surgeon General was appointed by the idiot in the White House, I definitely do not trust him, or her. I really cannot stand that buffoon.

Will and Grace. It’s time has come and gone. I enjoyed it for a few minutes a while ago but I don’t make an effort to see it anymore. It’s on right now, because I’m waiting for My Name is Earl. Briny Spears is the guest star. None too fond of her either. God it is such crap. Every stereotype about gay men is trotted out.

Earl is great, as is the Office, as is Scrubs. All three shows don’t have laugh tracks, which is great. It was odd the other day. They have been showing an hour of Scrubs and they had it again followed by a crap show called Teachers. After the humor of Scrubs without a laugh track, to watch a show like Teachers was really horrible. Bad script, stupid unbelievable characters, it’ll be a smash.

Then there is the horror show American Idol. Some friends watch it and I just don’t understand why. I am grateful that most of the winners burn out rather quickly and are rarely heard from again. Ruben Stoddard? Justin Whatshisface? I suppose that Kelly girl has some lasting power, but you imagine her in 10 years?

The Office is great. Steve Carrell is great. It is such an edgy show. It is unbearably close to home, or rather close to work. Specifically when I worked with my former supervisor, Bobby Aye. Not that Bobby was as bad as Steve Carrell, but he was almost as anal retentive.

Tonight on my walk to the Path train, smoking my cigar, I was playing the Slits, CUT. They say they could barely play their instruments but I love it and it sounds great. Dave Bell turned me onto them. I also have a specific memory of driving back from New Hampshire with Annemarie and I was playing Typical Girls. She must have wondered what a strange halfling her brother is. I think it was in Massachusetts, that what I recall.

The persistence of memory.

Just got off the phone with Julio. Been also chatting with Juan and Rand. Sending Juan tracks from Brian Eno and David Byrne’s My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. Very influential for me and a lot of other people like the guys from Public Enemy and a whole lot of other heavyweights. Like me!

Juan wants Gang of Four tracks. Sending Gang of Four tracks.

It was funny because I’ve also been chatting with Rand about Eno & Byrne. 26 years after it’s original release it is reissued with extra tracks. It’s an amazing record with all the effects coming from tapes and live musicians, all pre-sampling. I’ve been debating whether or not to get it, and I’m pretty much sure I will tomorrow. Which means some one who might get the original cd might be reading this. Any takers? No Qu’Ran though.

Nice day today. Finally felt like spring had sprung. Sprung enough for me to forego the overcoat and consider retiring it for the winter. Didn’t hustle again, took my time. No sweat. Nelson Neversweat, that’s me. Had an egg sandwich courtesy of Tony at Smilers. Had a nice short discussion with him about Bob Marley and the state of reggae in general. He laughed hard at my ragamuffin comment.

Walked up to work, listening to Bob Marley’s live version of Want More. Killer kick ass version. Heavy on the balls if you know what I mean. If you don’t, I meant heavy on the bass. And bass is an integral part of reggae music.

It was a nice day to wander around whenever I could, and I did when I had to get some fruit for the office. The temperature was climbing towards sixty. I got back to the office and Helen Devilakos and the PB were waiting for me. This was the follow up meeting to the meeting two weeks ago when we ‘sorted it all out’. The meeting lasted less than three minutes.

Helen: Everything ok?

Me: Yes.

PB: Yes.

Helen: You sure?

Me: Yes we’re cooperating with each other.

PB: Yes, we are.

Helen: Ok. That’s about it then.

A waste of time that allowed Helen to think she’s doing a bang up job as a Human Resources director.

I shrugged it all off. It was meaningless. I continue to be totally apathetic at the office lately. I still do my job and I still do it well, but I really don’t care about how things go. Their loss.

Hung outside a lot with Darrell, a guy who’s doing electrical systems in the building. He usually turns up when I run outside for a smoke. Nice guy. Likes cigars too. We swapped a Padron 5000 for a La Flor Dominicana. I have to say the Padron was in better condition than the La Flor. But he’s a nice guy and I didn’t say anything.

Got through the day when Song called. He and his boyfriend Ray were in Manhattan and were planning on having dinner. They invited Bill and I, but Bill had a wake to attend to in the Bronx. So I went. Ray’s a real nice guy. He and Song seem to compliment each other very well. They are a great couple.

We had dinner at a Thai restaurant on west 48th st. Pongsri Thai Restaurant they call it. Nice place. I was there once before in the nineties when half of it was a gay bar. Now it’s a Thai Restaurant. Funny how that happens. After dinner Song, Ray and I walked through Times Square where I regaled them with stories on how bad Times Square used to be. I told them of my St. Patrick’s Day story about losing my brother in the crowds and how I was the brave little 12 year old making my way through the madness to find brother Brian crying over losing me.

We walked over to the Hippodrome where they gave me a ride back to Hoboken. Quite nice. I told you they were good guys.