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Thursday. Not bad at all really. It’s been another cold and rainy day, but now it has stopped raining and it’s just cold. Last night was TV night. Bill came home as I was watching Pushing Daisies. I do like the show. It just seems so cute and Jim Dale’s narration is spot on. I can even abide seeing Chi McBride on the screen. It’s not that I dislike him, I am always reminded of his first TV show, The Secret Diaries of Desmond Pfieffer. In that he played Abraham Lincoln’s butler. It lasted four episodes and I never saw any of them, but that’s what sticks in my mind. It was universally panned.

After that Bill and I watched the absolute final episode of The War. This one had some amazingly terrible footage. The European theater on both the eastern and western front, as well as Okinawa with kamikaze pilots flying their planes into whatever ships they could find. Some soldiers had cameras and shot some scenes never seen before. And the soldiers that lived to tell their tales, admitted the difficulty they had adjusting to life when they came home, after seeing what they saw in war, including killing other soldiers. How can you actually adjust to that? By moving to the suburbs I suppose and joining various VFW’s and American Legions. At least that’s what my father did. Still it would have been nice to find out what he went through during the war. Anyone have a Ouija board handy?

Of course, they finished after dropping the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, changing the world forever. Yeah, the human race signed it’s death warrant on those days in August 1945. I’m sure if the United States didn’t drop the bomb, the Soviet Union would have eventually. Such were the times. Now a handful of countries have the bomb, and a few smaller nations are angling for their shot at annihilation. And for what, really? I have no clue. Seeing footage of the victims of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, how can any sane person decide to pursue such an insane course of action? It didn’t make for an easy night of sleep.

This morning Bill was running around the apartment, and since I slept uneasily I got up a little bit earlier than usual. Didn’t hit the snooze button, so I was fresh a full ten minutes sooner. Headed out into the damp, read the New Yorker, about Steve Coogan which was entertaining. Walked across town to the office where to my surprise Greg Stevens was in before me. He got back from Arizona last night. He also had a conference call scheduled for this afternoon which I had been preparing for all week. Last time Greg had a meeting I messed up the conference call so I made sure it wouldn’t happen again, not on my watch.

Clients in the office and I had to arrange the catering which was easy since Mary Tully, the pregnant Uma Thurman lookalike was helping me out with that. She’s nice, but not too much on the ball. She blames hormones and I believe her. Her temp position ends December 14 and I don’t mind carrying most of the workload. I was grateful that I was busy. It made the day go faster and didn’t give me a chance to suffer my self doubt. And I’m finally used to the new glasses.

Alberto Gonzales has set up a legal defense fund.

Leave My Kitten Alone

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Wednesday. A foggy day at that. Last night Bill and I watched Heroes. Bill only watches it because I like it. It was actually pretty good, they’re starting to fill the plot holes. Milo V aka Peter Petrelli was the plot device that took us back 4 months, then 3 months and so on and so on. No cheerleader, no Hiro, just all about Peter. It was pretty good. Also the character of Adam was introduced for the second time since he played Kensei back in 1600’s Japan with Hiro. Since it was a recorded program from Monday night our regular viewing schedule was slightly askew.

We just hung out and surfed the cable channels, Bill waiting for his Law and Order SVU, aka the Olivia show. We sing a duet over the opening credits about how it’s all about Olivia and occasionally about the others. It’s a giggle. In the meantime I watched a program on the Sundance channel about solutions for the planet and the mess it’s in. Recyclable cars! Good idea, designed by Ford. Nice looking car, but the whole concept would actually work if everyone had a recyclable car. A plastic car being in an accident with another plastic car would be one thing, but a plastic car against a metal car? Well I don’t think the plastic recyclable car would stand a chance. And it runs on hydrogen, and gets like 45 miles per gallon.

It was an entertaining and informative show and before you know it we were running the streets of Manhattan with Mariska Hargitay and Chris Meloni. It was a good episode, more of a psychological angle than usual. That meant a twist or two. Arye Gross was on it as the psychopathic schizophrenic children’s book author. Last time we saw him, he was playing David and Keith’s couples counselor on Six feet Under. Anyway it was pretty good, and not all about Olivia this week, it focused more on Casey, the assistant District Attorney and her former boyfriend who was a schizophrenic! What a twist!

After that Bill went to bed, and I followed soon thereafter. Been sleeping deeply, making it difficult to wake up. Bill’s goodbye kiss in the morning does the job, almost like a snooze button. He kisses, I roll over and sleep for a few more minutes. It works quite nicely. It was a foggy morning, but I couldn’t tell until the bus approached the Lincoln Tunnel. Manhattan was almost totally obscured on the right side, and the fog was pouring down the Palisades on the left. Got to work on time again, no one in the office.

I ran around setting things up. A few people were out visiting a client in Philadelphia. Vivek returning from a trip to Boston, Greg Stevens en route from his Arizona house. Clients expected in, major deal in the works. I set that meeting up, running the audio visual system. Had a slight meltdown of self doubt when I was trying to clean up the petty cash. That hopefully will be resolved tomorrow. I’ll sit with Tom Chin and possibly the book keeper and sort it all out.

And dats the name of dat tune.

Here’s a pic, not mine, from Gothamist.

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