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Monkey Man

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Well today is Tuesday and it’s been an odd day. Not as busy as I thought and no trip to the Indian consulate. Last night was Heroes with special guest Diana Scarwid who played the grown up daughter of Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. It was an ok episode.

That was followed by Keith Olbermann hosted by the other guy since Keith Olbermann was at the Mets opening game. I caught some of that when it was on at 8:00 but wound up playing guitar during that so I didn’t really pay attention.

Bill was off to bed a little while after that, leaving me with the news which was all about New York City getting a new Archbishop. That was almost enough to put me to sleep. Almost enough which was enough to make sleep really easy.

Waking up was easy too. Bill was up and getting ready as I shuffled past him to get to the shower. The shaving gel I used to use is no longer available so lately after putting conditioner on my goatee and stubble I use soap and water which does the job.

Bill was gone by the time I started getting ready. I was soon out on the street heading towards the bus stop. Read an interesting article on George Orwell in the New Yorker. Very entertaining and I found comfort in the adage that writers are contradictory by nature.

Once again the day was spent trying to be busy, finding things to do. I found an article that a former coworker from McMann and Tate was being sued for calling his former assistant HIV Boy. I knew this guy, worked around him for 9 months.

He’s a gruff and blustery bloke but never fund him to be homophobic and certainly not stupid enough to say things like that. He told me that the 24 Hour Party People movie was true to life for him, being a club goer in Manchester/Madchester when the Hacienda was going strong.

I went so far as to post that he wasn’t a homophobe on both the New York Daily News and the Post comments section. Not in my name, or this nom de blog, but my old sock puppet’s name.

I also friended him on Facebook. I’m pretty sure it’s a frivolous lawsuit and he’s a stand up chap, that Dean Crutchfield.

Other than that, it’s been another chilly gray day with rain. Not much going on. I have less than a year left at work.

This is my 1,245th entry which I think is fairly impressive. Almost everyday I’ve posted at least 500 words. Now it’s part of my life, so much that if I don’t write, I feel like something is wrong.

I do enjoy it, and never expected it to be such a part of my life. It hasn’t gone the way I envisioned it, but then again I really didn’t have much of a vision to do anything except to write at least 500 words.

I think Rand might have had a vision on what I should do, every day a new piece of fiction, but fiction is hard. I should write some fiction again soon.

I’ve only done it a handful of times on this here blog. An idea pops into my head every now and then.

The latest was a story about Lois DiLivio who wakes up one morning with platinum blond hair.

Somewhere down the line I suppose.

You’re Not From Brighton

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It was back to work for me today. Fewer and fewer people have been able to say that lately. Last night Bill and I watched 60 Minutes, then watched the Sex and the City movie. It was one of the few gay things we do.

It was enjoyable though midway through I thought it would take a dark macabre turn ala Lawn Hors d’oeuvre with Steve separated from Miranda, he was going to take their kid and do a murder/suicide. Of course that didn’t happen.

Happy endings all around. We both enjoyed it though not enough to actually go see it in a theater. A Sunday night viewing on HBO was enough.

Bill was off to bed and I soon joined him as he snored quite loudly. He got his results from the sleep apnea test and it turns out he has sleep apnea. So he has to go back for more testing. I told him if he dies on me I would kill him. There- I put it in writing.

I woke up and got my act together in time to see Bill heading out the door. I had a nice breakfast and soon I too was out the door heading to the bus. Made it to the office with no problems. Came in though and saw milk that was left out for a few days, most of the office and conference rooms in disarray.

I grumbled but it is my job to put things in order.

On Facebook this morning I wrote: Dumbfounded by the people I share office space with and their overwhelming ineptitude. But still I am not complaining since their foolhardiness gets me out of the office. So there!

I thought it was humorous and hit the nail on the head. Harpy tells me later that he was worried because so many people in the world use Facebook, but I think the people I work with, if they went looking for me on Facebook they would not be looking for John Ozed. They would be looking for that other guy.

I think Harpy’s fear while appreciated was unwarranted. And what I wrote wasn’t so bad after all. And if they called me on what I wrote, I could back up what I wrote.

I was out running errands earlier than usual this morning. I needed to buy milk for the coffee I made so I was out and about. I was busier than usual as the day went on, and was also able to leave early. I had to run an errand for Vivek and his partner which meant going down to the printer in Chinatown and pick up some more business cards.

That was fine by me. It was a nice enough afternoon to walk around the City Hall area and enjoy a Padron while heading to the Path train.

Couldn’t get a seat on the train so I stood and read the new book from the library that I have taken out, April 4, 1968. It’s about Martin Luther King’s death and how it changed America and written by Michael Eric Dyson who was really good on Bill Maher a few weeks ago.

So far it’s a good read. I’m looking forward to reading more of his books.

I love my library and not because it’s a block and a half away from my apartment. I loved the Weehawken library too and that wasn’t that close to my apartment. I love the fact that if there is anything I might want I could go online and order it from the cooperative system and within days it will be available to me in Hoboken.

DVD’s books, CD’s all available but not always in good condition. When I took out Bruce Springsteen’s The River, it looked like someone was practicing ice skating on it. But hey, you take your chances.