Jumping Someone’s Train

It’s Friday, a lazy kind of day. I’m home and it’s almost 3:30. Last night was good TV night, The Office was great and uncomfortable, watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and forgot about My Name is Earl and 30 Rock though I did record them, just haven’t watched them yet. I’ve taken to watching Ugly Betty online since it’s easier and the DVR gets all weird when you’re recording two shows at the same time, you can’t watch a third show. So Ugly Betty fell by the wayside, only to be watched the next day. With limited commercials. During the Office a commercial for Scrubs came on, apparently it will be the final season which makes sense. Also the character of Laverne who died last season, has a twin sister named Shirley so the actress, Aloma Wright has a job for another season. And it’s been said that when Janitor’s name is revealed, that will be the final episode. Ugly Betty was good, though some plot holes have some splainin’ to do. Like how did Betty’s dad get back to the States?

Slept really good last night, good to have Bill on his side of the bed, it provides a balance. Last night was a night of big rainstorms which helped on a good TV night. I keep missing Mad Men which brother Frank is enthusiastic about. I’m sure they’ll be a marathon sometime. Watch these sixties suits smoke and screw. That’s basically what it’s all about.

Work was busy today at least for me. Half the office out again, traveling or working from home. I knew that yesterday, since Greg Stevens told me he would be out and I knew that people were traveling since I made the travel arrangements. That allowed me to cut out early. Natalie the temp had to stay until 5:00 and I knew it was going to be slow but I knew she could handle it.

I finished whatever tasks I could do, there was other things that need to be taken care of on Monday when the office is fully staffed again. I decided to take the Path train back to Hoboken, didn’t want to deal with the Port Authority. Nice to sit in a nearly empty car riding through the tubes as they were once called. Where it was raining this morning, the afternoon was bright and sunny and breezy. I listened to In Rainbows by Radiohead again and I am liking it more and more. I wonder if their other stuff is just as good. Maybe I’m too late to get on the Radiohead bandwidth, but there’s no time like the present.

No real plans for the weekend, perhaps cleaning the apartment some more, definitely some laundry. I’m open to any plans that anyone might have, so send in your suggestions. Don’t worry I won’t be holding my breath. I might even get some bagels and the newspapers for auld lang syne. Just to see what you might have to say about that.

4:15PM! HBJ Time! Almost 4:20!

Here’s some pics.
West Indian Tony

Flora (Ripping off Mapplethorpe)

Well I’m in a better mood than I was yesterday so you can all rest easier. Not a bad mood, despite the fact that Carla is now the ex-receptionist. She’s moved into her field of fashion and I salute her for following her dream. No one figured out that I was incompetent and that was a relief. I was pretty busy anyhow and that made me look competent at least. I did have a license to have a bad day, what with Bill’s alarm clock going off at 5:00 this morning and I couldn’t figure out how to turn it off, so many buttons. I thought about smashing it on the floor but it’s his alarm clock and that wouldn’t be right now would it? I eventually figured it out, one of those buttons did the trick and I tried going back to my dream of looking at George Clooney’s medical records, but all I got was looking at the back of 30 medical personnel headed out the door. An hour later I got out of bed and did my thing.

Last night I watched Pushing Daisies which Carla recommended and it was pretty good. Good storyline, and funny narration. Some guy has the power to reanimate the dead with just a touch. If they stay alive for more than a minute, someone else will have to die. He reanimated his childhood girlfriend, who he hadn’t seen since he was nine. She likes him, he likes her, but they can’t touch. You see, if he touches someone he’s reanimated they die again. Last night they were tracking a murder inside a car company. It’s worth seeing. I think if you like Ugly Betty and I do, you will probably like Pushing Daisies. I’d like to see that as a blurb somewhere.

The other night, Tuesday I started watching Scoop. I originally thought it was a movie starring Jada Pinckett Smith, but it was a Woody Allen movie, with Scarlett Johannson and Hugh Jackman with Ian McShane. I could not get into it and found the whole thing really annoying. Scarlett was good, but Woody? Ugh, so annoying. He’s now such a grouchy old man doing tired jokes that were funny thirty years ago, now, not so funny. I used to love Woody Allen, saw a few of his films with Annemarie. It just wasn’t as funny as his early funny films. Those seemed effortlessly funny, now it seems as if he’s trying to find his footing. Maybe if Jada Pinckett Smith were in it, then it would be funny. But then again she is black and this is a Woody Allen movie after all.

I downloaded the new Radiohead cd, In Rainbows. I’m not a Radiohead fan, but I don’t hate them. Guess I never really heard enough of them to actually know what they sound like. I do know that Mojo and Uncut Magazines love them so that’s a plus. And a few friends dig them too so there’s another plus. But the thing that got me was the new cd, you can download it and pay whatever you would like, or pay nothing at all. I paid 2.50 and the service charge upped it to 2.95, still reasonable and it’s actually pretty good and easily loaded into my iPod.

Cut n’paste

http://www.inrainbows.com/

The other day, riding back on the Path train, after wishing Bill’s dad Feliz Compleanos, I walked over to Christopher Street to catch the Path train. As the doors were about to close, a twink, or a newbie got on the train, fresh from a tattoo parlor. He got one of those unique tribal tattoos, the kind that all the gay guys have, it’s that unique. You can tell it was a new tattoo since it was still under saran wrap, shiny from whatever ointment they use, and a bit bloody. A few other guys on the train, just smirked at this guy. He was trying so hard to be cool, to be hard. It didn’t work. No tattoos for me, no thanks. I’m hard enough and cool enough.

I read a blog in About.com about how the writer was gay bashed outside of Splash Bar on 17th street in the city. It’s truly a fucked up story.

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http://gaylife.about.com/b/a/257182.htm

NYC 21st century.