Thursday. Just got back from a really good movie. Bill, Billie and I finally got it together and made it to see Talk to Me, about a Washington DC DJ, Petey Greene. Don Cheadle and Chiwetel Ejifor are the leads with excellent support from Martin Sheen and Taraji P. Henson as the station owner and Petey’s girlfriend, Vernell Watson. I recommend it. Great soundtrack and costumes. A little picture that is crazy cool, and little or no jive. It was once again a wonderful night with wonderful company. Of course there’s always something that almost derailed our plan, and it wasn’t too good.

Last night Bill was at his folks as Juan and I hung out watching Gosford Park. Bill called midway through. He was worried about his father who wasn’t doing so well last night. Naturally I went into comfort mode, knowing the road that Bill is going to have to go down. I felt bad for Bill and offered whatever assistance he might need. He appreciated it and hung up as he was getting ready to go to bed. There was nothing I could do one this end except to finish the movie. I always had problems with Robert Altman’s films but this one I really enjoyed. Perhaps I should give his life’s work another chance.

Juan split and I soon wet to bed, sleeping fitfully. Woke up earlier than I should have, which sucked. Stumbling around the apartment, I was still able to get out and head to the bus on time. An easy ride, reading the New Yorker, only two weeks behind. This issue has the rain forest New York on the cover. So far so good though I’ve skipped the article on golf. A boring sport, to watch on TV and even more so to read about. No thanks on that one. That’s one benefit of being behind in reading the New Yorker. If something doesn’t grab me quickly, I usually don’t feel bad about moving on to the next article.

Work was ok. I was certainly busier than I was yesterday, meaning I actually did something, and that meant that the day went by a little bit faster. I made it over to Billie’s store for lunch where I actually paid for a expensive salad that tasted a little bit odd. I told Billie about it and he told me to come back tomorrow for a replacement salad. Billie goes back to Washington DC on Saturday so I’m trying to get as much time in with him before he leaves.

The movie was at 6:15 in Chelsea so strolled around the terribly humid midtown and then we had a quick little jazz diversion in Central Park which was even more humid. I was drenched when we made it down to the subway, feeling pretty good and sweaty. I love talking with Billie, just walking around midtown talking freely about whatever it is on our minds. He’s such a dear friend and we’ve known each other about 23 years. Billie is my chocolate sister from the Chocolate City.

Wednesday. Blasé boring and passe. Not complaining though. Not at all. Last night was pretty mellow. I was reading the Joe My God blog. He’s under attack from the right wing Christians who were appalled by Joe’s writing about the serviceman who was denied a funeral service in Arlington,Texas because he was gay. It made almost all the gay blogs, though not this one. But the right wing Christians are calling for Joe’s blog to be shut down and that Joe should be arrested. He didn’t do or write anything wrong or profane, just the fact ma’am. And they want his blood. That had me fired up. Bill came home as I was reading this, and since he is a Christian, brought up in an evangelical church, I asked his opinion on this. It started out as a dialog which turned into a monologue. It was informative and rambling and after all that I forgot what the original subject was, which goes to show you how far we strayed from the initial topic at hand.

We watched Weeds which of course was quite good and funny and edgy. Oh that Mary Louise Parker, can she get any more harebrained? I’m sure she could. Bill turned in and I watched In The Life the gay PBS show. Loved it of course. Gets me all fired up and makes me feel so gay and proud which is a good thing to be.

I neglected to mention that I ran into dear sweet Martha Keavney last week when I was heading to Madison Square Garden to see the non-WNBA basketball game. She was looking good and it was great to see her again. She asked about brother Frank’s health and I gave her the details. We made some quick small talk, she mentioned that she has a new comic book coming out. (can’t wait) Though it won’t be badly drawn, I am excited to see what she has up her sleeve. Really, I can’t wait.

Today the office was so quiet. Just Greg Stevens, myself, Carla the receptionist, one of the directors and Curly playing the role of solo stooge. I did very little at work today. I wish there was a project that I could work on, something to pass the time. I know, I know, careful what you wish for. I think I might be developing Münchhausen Syndrome, only instead of a child, I’m thinking about endangering the office, and showing how worthwhile it is to have me around when I save their asses. But how can I endanger them? I was thinking hallucinogenic mushrooms baked into something, but I’d rather keep those for a special occasion. And for those who are actually wondering, no I wouldn’t really do that. I am kidding. Really I am. Ask anyone who knows me. They will tell you that I would only give the mushrooms to people I really like, and who has done them before.

This is what the world looked like when I woke up this morning.

And a clip has surfaced via You Tube of course. This one oddly proves DICK Cheney to be right about somethings. Very interesting. Unfortunately it’s from 1994.

Here’s DICK Cheney explaining why we should not invade Iraq.

Here’s a little bit from the Daily Show to take care of that agita from the previous video