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Thursday again. Beautiful day though. In the 70 degree range. Quite nice. Perhaps too nice for April. The world spins on it axis, making everyone dizzy. Last night mellow once again. Bill came home, we watched Lawn Hor D’oeuvre I had seen it before. I think this was the third time. Bill hadn’t seen it.

It was an ok episode. I think the murder at the beginning last night featured Alan Zweibel, formerly from the early days of Saturday Night Live. He wrote a lot for Gilda Radner, and also created the Larry Sanders Show and worked on Curb Your Enthusiasm with Larry David. I could be wrong. Alan Zweibel’s IMDB entry didn’t mention Lawn Hor D’oeuvre

Then Bill and I both went to be at the same time. I was first in bed, listening to All Those Years Ago by George Harrison on the radio. I remember when George died, I was in Manhattan and somehow wound up by Strawberry Fields in Central Park. There were a lot of Beatle mourners there and it wasn’t particularly comfortable. They were playing mainly Lennon & McCartney songs.

I called Rand for some reason and he talked some sense into me. Basically he wondered what the hell was I doing there at Strawberry Fields and to get out of there as soon as I could. No imminent danger, just that these fans, their whole lives revolve around the Beatles and very little else. He was right and I made it back to Weehawken.

It was great sleeping next to Bill. No bodily harm was done. Woke up nicely too. I don’t know where he gets the idea that I’m still some sort of monster in the morning. I think I’m fine. Just don’t talk bother me and we’ll get along just nicely thank you.

Work was weird. Greg Stevens had a luncheon for some banking organization that he is the president of, and he took a most of the office with him. Not that there are many left in the office. At one point around 1:00 I was the only one in the office. I couldn’t leave for lunch, I mean I could, but I didn’t think it would be right if I left the office unattended at midday.

I didn’t mind, I wasn’t grouchy from a lack of eating, I had a nice plump orange that I hoped would stave off whatever virus is wandering around the office. It was a gorgeous day and I was able to take some snapshots of various people that I found interesting.

Most everyone came back from lunch, everyone except for Tom Chin who went home to prepare for his colonoscopy tomorrow. Even though he’s a dick most of the time, I told him to have a positive mental attitude and also wished him good luck.

A Friday without Tom Chin is almost like a three day weekend. Bill is back with the play he is stage managing so he’ll be back in Stuyvesant Town tonight. That’s about it. Oh, I saw a 20 something guy get off the bus and walk right into the glass of the bus stop. He seemed sober, yet stunned. I didn’t laugh though it was funny nonetheless.

Here’s some pics.

No idea, just hunky

Someone didn’t know he was being followed

Someone is about to be kicked

Woof? Maybe from 4 floors up

Unhappy pageant winner

Pushing Too Hard

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It’s Wednesday. A quiet day. Nice though. Upper 60’s they say. Still no baby popping out yet for Julio and Stine. She’s sensitive in every way and Julio is keeping his distance. I have been communicating with Julio more in the past few days than I have in the past year. Any day now and I’ll be an ersatz uncle. Last night was pretty mellow again. Watched Scrubs, Daily Show and Colbert Report. Colbert Report opened with Steven Colbert and John Legend duetting on the national anthem, quite nicely. Colbert Report is in Philadelphia this week.

Bill came home last night as well. Quite nice. He was hungry though and I had nothing to eat. No tuna, no bread which meant I had to go food shopping today. I offered to make him some pasta, which we had but he said no. I wound up watching My Left Foot. That still is a great movie, Daniel Day Lewis, of course, phenomenal. Brenda Fricker won an Academy Award for her portrayal of Christy Brown’s long suffering mother. I saw a lot of my mother in her performance. Long suffering Irish women usually strike a chord within me.

It also features Fiona Shaw, who if you recall I wrote about a few months ago when I saw her in the Samuel Beckett play, Happy Days. As much as I enjoyed My Left Foot, and I have seen it a few times, it seems ripe for satire. Christy Brown with his amazing left foot, could be a kung fu fighter, his mother having babies throughout the movie. In real life Mrs. Brown had 22 children, 13 survived. I posted that on IMDB last night, and this morning no one commented so I deleted it.

Bill stayed up long enough to see the intense scene where Fiona Shaw’s character inadvertently broke Christy Brown’s heart. Christy finds out that his doctor, Fiona Shaw is engaged to be married to Peter, the owner of the art gallery that has just shown Christy’s art. He has a melt down and the look on her face shows the emotional maelstrom that she has unleashed in Christy. That for me, is very good acting and made me fall in love with Harry Potter’s Aunt Petunia.

After that I went to bed after hearing about how great it is that the pope is in the United States. Big whoop if you ask me. Kick his ass out of the country. This afternoon I had another dental appointment at NYU. It went well. I got along with Dr. Goodman this time. Last time I think we annoyed each other. I was exhausted from the stress of having a dental appointment so I was in no mood for that. It went well, just part 2 of the cleaning that started last month. Next month is surgery.

Now thats when I should be stressed. I asked if they have any special programs for hardship cases, for a certain friend of mine. They just laughed and basically said, we were all hardship cases. I tried to rephrase it and said it was for someone who’s really really poor, but still no answer. Sorry, I tried Gollum. It was a nice afternoon and I walked back to the bus terminal from 24th street and 1st Avenue. Lot’s of people out in the sun, and it seemed like every other guy was smoking a cigar. Everyone but me, I was to busy drooling.

Here’s something unsettling.

it’s actually from a WSJ spoof called My Wall Street Journal which is greatly upsetting Rupert and the trolls at Fux Snooze Corp.