Another Tuesday and aren’t you thrilled. First off, Harpy has a broken foot. Poor thing is housebound, but not gagged. He still has access to phones and email so he’s not down for the count, just momentarily waylaid. So if the four readers that read this wish him well, I guess that might be enough to get that cast off his foot a few minutes sooner. But I wish him well and look forward to his annual clog dancing at Farfetched during the upcoming holiday season, during which I will be working. I’d say ‘break a leg’ to Harpy but he might actually do that so I’ll just keep my mouth shut.

Last night was pretty good TV, forgot about Chuck and watched Everyone Hates Chris and Aliens in America instead. Bill woke up during ‘Chris’ and he groggily laughed at the episode. Bill is a big Chris Rock fan (who isn’t?) so that helped. Aliens in America was very good as well. A low key show, Not really promoted but worth catching, especially if you have any Pakistani or Indian friends. I do and watching it I can see the awkward assimilation that occurs sometimes, but I can laugh.

Then came Heroes which was better than last week. Dr. Suresh had some balls, then lost them, then found them then lost them again. Such an annoying character. Hiro still in Japan in the 1600’s which is getting thin. Not much happened to Milo V. he went from Cork, Ireland to Montreal in no time flat with his Irish girlfriend. No passport or visa problems for these two, even with Milo V’s amnesia. 21st Century schizoid woman may have shed a personality. Unfortunately it was the interesting personality. Cheerleader is back cheer leading, her father with the horn rimmed glasses is in the Ukraine, and killed his mentor. Oh yeah, spoiler alert.

Weeds was great once again. Nancy held a knife to Celia’s throat telling her to back off, only to later offer her 15,000 to rent her empty house so they could grow some product there, having been chased out but a fire inspector at the last place. Justin Kirk, playing Nancy’s brother in law does a good schnook. Always scoping out the honeys, thought he found one, turns out he was being set up. I love Justin Kirk ever since he was in Angels In America on HBO. And if you haven’t seen Angels in America yet, you really should. Mary Louise Parker is in that as well as the big names you know about already.

Then came Californication which ended it’s season quite nicely. I wasn’t sure where or how it was going to go, whether or not his ex girlfriend would marry one of the WaMu bankers from those commercials, but she did. Duchovny got his agent back together with his wife, and as he and his daughter were pulling away, after the daughter sang, Alice Cooper’s ‘Only Women Bleed’ mere hours after having her first period, the ex girlfriend jumped in the car with the two of them, leaving her WaMu banker husband standing in the street.

All in all a good TV night. Dexter was also very good on Sunday. But I’m not going to get into that right now.

Also John McGruff, president of Wanker Banker got his sorry ass canned yesterday. He was an idiot. Greg Stevens said that McGruff would be alright. He lands on his feet. I guess the gods of employment look over idiots like him. This was the asshole who I pleaded with to do something about my situation at Wanker Banker as it was getting pear shaped. He didn’t do a thing, which turned out to be ok. I had to spend a few months at McMann and Tate which was hellish, but like Steve Miller sang, ‘You’ve got to go through hell before you get to heaven…’

Steve Miller?

Pics!

for the Giants fans I know (who don’t read this or much of anything except for sports pages)

Preparations for Goose night.

Nice Sunday afternoon cruise

7AM Moon

Here’s a trailer for a movie the White House doesn’t want you to see.

It’s Monday and I’m fine with it. It gives me something to do, the carrot dangling at the end of the stick is a paycheck and it’s not so bad. I do like my job and have no complaints. Yesterday was rather quiet, but you read all about that, not doing anything except talking myself out of doing things. If only there were someone to do things with. That’s rather presumptuous, especially since I could have seen Jose while he was in New York, but me being tired, wet and cranky, not to mention a little dulled by the play I had just seen, I blew it off, opting to go home solo. Bill walked me to the gate but that was as far as he had gotten. He says he told me as we entered the terminal but I didn’t hear him and up to the point where I was getting onto the bus and he said ‘Ok baby, have a good night’ I thought he’d be next to me. So the farewell kiss was abrupt and my response to his ‘I love you’ was a little bit on the curt side. Let’s just say my heart wasn’t in it.

I did run into Alice Genesse when I got off the bus. She had never seen me in a suit and tie and complimented me on how good I looked. I offered condolences for her friend, Lady Jaye who had died from an undiagnosed heart condition. Lady Jaye was Genesis P. Orridge’s paramour in Psychic TV which is the band Alice has been playing with. Alice is a sweetheart which leads me to believe that as gender bending as Psychic TV is lately, they must be good people to have Alice in the band with them. Alice was sad and I gave her a hug. I had hung out quite a bit with Alice about 20 or so years ago, she was temping near me while I worked for an accounting firm and we’d have lunch in Times Square in buildings and restaurants that simply don’t exist anymore.

Saturday was rain, Sunday wasn’t. Just very windy. Like I wrote yesterday, there were too many people around so I walked around town for an hour and came home after that. Bill was understandably standoffish so communication with him was limited to that and also the fact he had two matinées as well as an evening performance. He thawed out a bit on Sunday, texting me about how he was excited to be reading the scripture reading at his church, and playing piano with a 90 voice choir. I would have liked to have seen it. Not for the religion, just for the show. But I found out to late which was Bill’s doing.

He told me that in the evening. He was so tired he called me from his parent’s apartment. Bill tried going to sleep at 8:00, he called me at 9:30, near tears. Totally stressed out. His dad is still in the nursing home, the insurance has run out and that means the cost is coming out of the savings which would stress anyone out. He was on a roller coaster ride if emotions, his high being the church service, the low being at his parents apartment in the dark. His mother, losing her mind, and very tired and his dad vegging out across town. Bill needed someone to talk to and that someone was me.

We talked about the inevitable, and the guilt that one feels sometimes when their parents are ill and fading away, and you wish that they would just go already. It’s a common enough feeling that is usually accompanied by a tremendous amount of guilt and thats what Bill is going through.

Now it’s not even 8:00 and he’s asleep in bed.