Last night pretty mellow. A very good TV night, even better than Monday night, or maybe as good because as I wrote that I thought to myself, “what about Weeds?” A bit chilly outside, but it was toasty indoors. Bill texted me from the play he is involved with. ‘Pap Smear’ which from what I’ve read is a comedy, and when I asked Bill is this was a white bashing play he said he was being facetious when he said that last week. I looked it up on Theater Mania which gave it a mention. Bill said that last night’s opening was sold out. I wondered to myself, why was I going after work on a Friday night, when I could go on Saturday night, after lounging about in Hoboken, rather than trying to find something to occupy my time for three hours. I get out of work at 5:00, the play starts at 8:00. Bill put me on the list for Friday night and I asked if he could move it to Saturday but no, apparently the producer wrote it in stone.

Also heard from Rand that Jose Blackorby was in town. I had emailed Jose a few weeks ago, just seeing if his email address was still functioning. Apparently I sent it just in time, since he was about to shut down that email account. We made tentative plans for cocktails when he was in Manhattan and tonight he is in Manhattan. So now the plans are for an after show cocktail with Jose and Rand. Should be interesting, if we could figure out when and where to have drinks. Something to write about I suppose, both the show (which could wind up with me mumbling to myself, that I could write a better play than the one I saw) and cocktails with such a great guy as Jose.

As far as last night’s TV, Ugly Betty ruled. Really good laugh out loud funny. Marc and Cliff, the bear photographer meeting was so sweet and touching, and the scenes with Betty and Henry were sweet as well. I enjoyed the show so much that I sent an email and then called up Annemarie to suggest that she watch it even though she’s never watched it before. I enjoyed it so much last night that I watched it again this morning online which you might want to do as well.

After that I watched the Office which was good, just a bit of a let down after Ugly Betty which made me happy after watching it. Michael in the Office could be such an asshole and he was for a bit last night. It was good, just not as good as other episodes were. Scrubs season premiere came on after that. Scrubs is starting it’s final season so things should be tied up quite nicely. Elliot backed out of marrying Keith Dudemeister which is typical of Elliot. JD still hung up on Elliot, ended the show on quite a downbeat note, saying that he will stay with the mother of his child, even if he doesn’t love her.

I DVR’d My Name is Earl and 30 Rock, and Earl was a bit of a let down, and I would point the finger at Michael Rappaport for that, since I’m not much of a Michael Rappaport fan. The Joy vs Catalina story was fun though, but it was the backstory. 30 Rock was very funny, Alec Baldwin stole the episode with his imitations of Tracy Jordan’s mother and father and eventually an imitation of Tracy Jordan. Carrie Fisher was very funny too as Liz Lemon’s role model/inspiration.

Hope Harpy gets over his broken foot soon.

Tomorrow, the play.

It’s Thursday, just got home from work. It’s been a productive week work wise. Today it was raining a lot, enough to actually use an umbrella. Yesterday, not so bad, just carried the umbrella around. The play Bill has been working on opens tonight, I think it closes on Saturday. More of a showcase I guess. I’m going tomorrow night. Bill mentioned that the play might be construed as white bashing which should be interesting for me as well as for Bill. If anything it should give me something to write about. A review perhaps, a view from on the aisle.

This morning I got dressed, it was cool enough to wear a suit. I decided to wear a suit I hadn’t worn for a while, and also found a pair of shoes that lurked in the corner of the closet, a little dusty. I cleaned them off after getting dressed and headed out the door. It was when I was walking, I couldn’t help but notice that my feet felt wet. And it was a bit drafty between my legs. I got to my desk, no one else in the office and found a tear in my trousers right in the seat, and the lining of my left sleeve was a bit shoddy.

I looked at my shoes and they seemed fine initially, then upon closer inspection, there was a tiny slit on the side, barely noticeable but enough to let some water in. I do have a few pairs of shoes so that’s no big deal. The suit surprised me though, but it is over six years old. It’s also the suit I wore on 9/11. I suppose it’s time has come and gone. It’s also shiny in some spots, having been cleaned a few too many times. I am trying to clear out some closet space, and getting rid of some suits that are past their prime. This suit just needs some mending, which I am not good at so the tailor should be seeing some action this weekend. I could use the suit as a costume I’m sure. Maybe even with the Mil Mascaras mask I got today. It’s a little small for my large head so lacing up the back of the mask doesn’t seem to be much of an option. Don’t worry, pictures will eventually be taken so you can see what it looks like.

Just watched the news, some 41 year old asshole in Connecticut is in jail for beating his stepson with a 2 x 4 for taking too long on his homework. Dad went to bar afterwards in Norwalk, mom took son to hospital. Mom said dad is really sorry. Sorry he got caught I bet. In my downtime I read a couple of blogs, namely Keith Boykin, about the Obama/McClurkin fiasco. Obama is still doing the three day tour of South Carolina with various gospel singers, a few and not just McClurkin have been known to espouse views from the stage condemning homosexuality. This is going to cost Obama the nomination due to his loss of support from the LGBT people.

Reading about the hatred that people have for homosexuals, through Keith Boykin’s blog I was reminded of what happened to Ronnie Paris: January, 2005, three year old Ronnie Antonio Paris died of injuries after being beaten by his father, Ronnie Paris, Jr. Ronnie’s father, Ronnie Paris, Jr., was convicted of second degree murder. News reports give us the impression Ronnie Antonio Paris’ father was trying to make Ronnie Antonio tough and to teach him to fight, because he did not want Ronnie Antonio to grow up to be gay.

The brain trauma Ronnie Antonio received when he was being taught to fight appears to have been too much for his body. News articles indicate he stopped eating, wet himself and went into a coma. He died six days later.

Yes, beat your children if they do badly in school…and kill them if you think they’re going to turn out gay, especially if they’re only 3 years old. It must be in the bible somewhere that it’s ok.

The Iceman waiteth (bags of ice to his right)

Coffee time

Midtown Art Gallery (where the chocolate Jesus was hung during easter week)

Dependable glass or bendable ass?

Newsstand snacks

Power huddle