It’s Friday, around 40 degrees or so. And a bit damp since it’s been raining on and off and on again throughout the day. Harpy’s not missing anything. Last night was Thursday of course and that meant good TV all night long. First off, Scrubs at 7 and 7:30. Then I watched Ugly Betty which is really one of my favorite shows. Marc and Cliff, finally a believable gay couple. Ok maybe believable might be a bit much, considering it is Marc after all, but Cliff shaved and got into a suit which while reducing his cute bear appeal, looked dashing in a suit and tie. All that was missing was a cigar and that would have put me over the top.

Betty and Henry’s story was good but ultimately going nowhere. Even Betty and Henry know that. Amanda was very funny, but turned out sweet when she told Marc to go after Cliff after the two of them had a spat from Marc’s freak out. Amanda’s version of Kelis’ Milk Shake in the church was priceless. And Wilhelmina sleeping with bodyguard, played by Vanessa Williams ex, Rick Fox. Guess there wasn’t an outbreak while shooting. She claimed he gave her herpes during their divorce proceedings. Herpes. Is that the third anniversary gift, or is that tin?

After that was the Office which was good but not great. I did hope that Michael would have eaten those mushrooms he found. The morels did look familiar. It was just a so so episode. Scrubs came on and that was good. It’s inching towards it’s finish line and for once Tom Cavanaugh wasn’t as annoying as he can sometimes be. He was good on Ed, but as JD’s brother, not so much. I recorded My Name is Earl and that was very good. Sibling rivalry between Earl and Randy was hilarious. And the dreaded Michael Rappaport wasn’t so bad this time. Not too many lines though so that might be the reason.

The best was 30 Rock. Totally hilarious. Really a lot funnier than it was during the first season. It seems to have found it’s legs. Alec Baldwin is really the funniest on the show. And Kenneth’s party looked like some parties that I had gone to back in the day. Tina Fey walking in on the head writer and his wife was pretty funny and I’ll never look at pop tarts the same way again. As good as Ugly Betty, in fact a tie for funniest show of the night. Ugly Betty has the gay element which is near and dear to my heart.

Work was ok today. Didn’t look like an idiot. In fact I looked like a take charge kind of guy. I was even able to walk out into the drizzle to go to Natalie’s staffing agency to pick up the building passes she took with her when she left sick yesterday. It was nice to get out of the cubicle, and out of the office. I strolled through Grand Central, took some pics of course. Speaking of pics, NBC Nightly News just showed some pics of poor disfigured soldiers, being visited by the man who put them deliberately in harms way. Fucking heinous son of a bitch. You know, people I know, wished him dead and I would say ‘no, that would put Cheney in charge.’ Well now, fuck it all. I wouldn’t mind taking a piss on either one or both of their graves. I’d make sure I’d have eaten a lot of asparagus before I do. Scumbags, the pair of them. These poor soldiers, how many enlisted after 9/11, only to have their patriotism exploited by these two fucktards.

and here are the pics.

Eastern windows at Grand Central Station

Where I worked 2001-2002

Blurry newlyweds

Some things should stay in the closet.

Right now, about an hour after I posted last night. Watching The War on PBS and just realized that it would have been something if my father were alive and if he watched it, to be able to talk about it to me and my brothers and sister. Perhaps it would have been another chance at a chink in his armor, to get him to talk to us like we were his peers, not his children. But perhaps he did talk to them as adults and he only talked to me like I was retarded all the time. I certainly felt retarded in his presence and greatly resented him for it. I wonder if they are watching this at the VFW Post 3484 in Saddle Brook. Not with so many choices on cable I bet. Plus all the veterans that my father hung out with are more than likely dead. Jim Fox, Dutch Schaffer, Eddie the Greek all faded away like the soldiers they were. I’m sort of at an age, where my cell rings and I see who it is and I think, oh no, something has happened.

That was last night. Got sucked into The War again obviously. Nothing else was on. It’s been a good series. I think it was the last episode. Not that it matters since it’s in my Netflix queue. Bill called during The War, about to go to sleep, dreading the sofa bed, I suggested he sleep on the sofa itself and instead of taking 2 Tylenol PM, take one, since he was worried that he wouldn’t wake up at 5:00 like he planned to. It really didn’t matter since when I heard from him this morning he didn’t sleep well at all. He said he was happy that I at least had a good night’s sleep. Tonight he’s coming back so he’ll have a good night of sleep as well.

Got up once again at 6:18. That’s what it said on my clock which is about 10 minutes fast. I try to fool myself by that, and since I’ve been doing that for so long, if I actually moved it to the correct time, I’m afraid my body won’t get the message and I’ll be late and unlike some people I can’t stand being late. Ahem. Work was ok. I looked like an idiot at one point when Vivek asked me for a file he gave me to hide so no one would go through it and I hid it so well I didn’t remember where it was. I did find it eventually but he was just looking at my desk and it was a mess, but it was a mess since I was going crazy looking for the file.

Another thing was that Natalie left early claiming illness. Tomorrow was supposed to be her last day, but I think it might actually been today. I told her if she wasn’t feeling well to not come in tomorrow. She really turned into a pain in the ass quite quickly. I called up her agency to let them know we won’t need her tomorrow and to send a replacement. One won’t be available until Monday which was fine. I figured out today that she didn’t need to leave early last week to have an exterminator at her apartment. She had a job interview. And now I know how it feels, since last year I was constantly thinking up excuses to get out of McMann and Tate, going on interviews or just killing grandparents when I’d need a day off.

Chatting with Song about his suit. He has a presentation tomorrow, or maybe today. He’s in Sydney which might be across the International Date Line. I’m sure he’ll do well, he has a nice suit.

That’s it. Here’s some pics.

A big balloon floating in my neck of the woods in NYC

Skaters in Bryant Park

Setting up the vendor fair for the holidays in Bryant Park