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.

Welcome to my bad mood. Yes it’s Wednesday, not that you would care. I don’t know why I’m in a bad mood. It could have something to do with the idiots and crazy people that ride the 126 bus back from Manhattan at the end of the day. Including the cat lady who rode the bus with her cat’s head sticking out of the bag. It could be that I had to sit in the cramped last seat with my knees flush against the seat before me, enabling me to feel every fucking pothole on the ride back And when I maneuvered to move from crampville to an empty seat, cat lady suddenly moved from her ample seat (where I usually sit) to a smaller spot.

It could be the fact that Vivek, dear Vivek never said anything yesterday about his trip today. Today he mentioned it though, saying that he wouldn’t be able to go to Orlando at 2:30 this afternoon and he wouldn’t be able to stay there until Friday. Of course it’s easy to change an itinerary on the day of the trip, much less an hour before you’re supposed to depart. Actually it was easy to do. I used expedia.com and they were able to refund the money. But it was the running back and forth from my desk trying to track down Vivek to ask him if this trip was alright, or would a stop in Atlanta be a problem. The main difficulty was trying to find him.

It could also be that today was Carla the receptionist’s last day and I’m going to miss her a lot. She’s good people and I’ve come to really rely on her quite a bit. Initially I was thinking that it would be more work for me which I didn’t mind since finding things to do in the office has been getting harder. But as her leaving became reality I thought, ‘what of they find out I’m an idiot?’ Yes that old bugaboo popped up today, that old crippler, self doubt.

I tool Carla out to lunch today and that was a chore, not anything that Carla did, just that we were trying to coordinate our schedules so that Natalie, who will be filling in for Carla, could go to lunch. That difficulty was from dealing with expedia over the phone and trying to get Vivek pinned down to an acceptable departure time. We had a good lunch eventually, winding up at O’Neills, an Irish pub a few blocks away from the office where I had a burger and a pint of Guinness and Carla had a mushroom burger with a pint of Budweiser. Ew.

Or my bad mood could be attributed to the fact that I simply woke up this morning and as it was a lot cooler, cool enough to wear a suit, it got muggy again this afternoon and my white shirt seemed transparent on my walk across town to the bus terminal.

Or it could be the war and the bulletins I get from Media Matters about the repubicans and Fuck Snooze. It’s overwhelming sometimes and it gets my Irish up.

In any event, I am home now in Hoboken, and I don’t plan on seeing anyone until tomorrow which is best for all concerned. I did get a box of cigars from Billie in DC and that was very nice.

Here’s an autumnal photo