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Touch Sensitive

It’s Thursday and a melancholy Thursday at that. Another co-worker has been given her walking papers. Well a subtenant actually. Trudy who I wrote about the other day as well as a couple of times before.

Through no fault of her own, just the economy. She was an assistant working Tuesday through Friday for a charitable foundation but since the donations aren’t coming in, they can’t afford Trudy.

On my front, my company is making sure that I’m getting paid but who knows how long that will go on for? Till March 2010 is what they told me but anything is possible.

Trudy had tears in her eyes as she told me her bad news and made me swear not to tell anyone and I’m sure I can count on the five or six of you that actually read this to keep Trudy’s secret.

Spoke with Harpy last night and it’s getting sadder each day at Farfetched. Susan and Lois did everything right for 28 years. The holiday season didn’t come through though, and even if they did spectacular, they’d still have to close the store since the landlord wasn’t going to renew their lease. So it’s quite gloomy at 110 Fourth Avenue. There was nothing they could do.

I bought a lottery ticket which I plan on winning so maybe I’ll be able to help everyone out somehow. That’s the only plan I have at the moment. Check with me on Saturday to see how it turns out and think positive people!

Last night I watched the Daily Show and The Colbert Report, both of them funny, but The Colbert Report was that much funnier since it was decidedly hilarious to see Stephen Colbert’s mascara running down his face and gross to see the snot running from his nose due to his being so happy about Barack Obama being sworn in as President.

After that was Lost. The TV show not the actual fact of being not able to find one’s way. It was a good two hours. No Olbermann and Rachel Maddow, just escapism. The second half was the more interesting part, the first half was all about the set up for the season.

And apparently this season will be all about time travel and it’s implications of what you can and cannot do. Since it’s science fiction they can do anything, bring people back from the dead, unleash smoke monsters or even travel through time.

After that it was the news and then bedtime which was earlier than it’s been, 11:45. I made sure to set the alarm a little earlier on the alarm clock so I can get the day started a little bit earlier. Bill texted me warning about a water main break at the Holland Tunnel and that traffic was piling up at the Lincoln Tunnel.

I took my chances and called Bill on the cellphone when I got on the bus. Two seats in front of me, some dork thought I was talking loudly, when I wasn’t and luckily for him, my death glare wasn’t working properly so he lived. It seemed there were assholes all over the place.

Almost saw a fight on an escalator when one guy wouldn’t step to the right to let people pass on the left. He was adamant about not moving, one of those people who just stand on the escalator and stand there. He got called an asshole and not by me. I can only assume there is a proctologist convention in town.

Penny for Your Thoughts

Well it was back to work today. I did my best to go to bed at a decent hour last night after watching Towelhead. That was a difficult movie. Edge of the seat type stuff, the sexual awakening of a 13 year old girl. Creepy indeed!

Summer Bishil played the 13 year old girl. She was 18 when the movie was made but still…Aaron Eckhart played an even creepier neighbor and Peter Macdissi who played the douche bag Olivier on Six Feet Under played the girls father who once again plays a douche bag. Toni Colette was great as usual. I love her. She reminds me of Meghan Taylor a bit. It was well made but still you’re left with an uneasy feeling at the end.

I can’t even say if I would recommend it. It was creepy like a Todd Solodnz film, and if you’ve seen any of his films then you’ll get the picture. Towelhead was directed by Alan Ball who made American Beauty and created Six Feet Under.

After that was the news then Scrubs then bed. Unfortunately I’ve been going to bed around 1:30 the past week so going to sleep before then wasn’t easy. And waking up on time wasn’t easy with since I woke up at 7:30, which is usually the time I am on a bus heading into the city.

I didn’t hustle since I was going to be later than usual andf felt, In for a penny, in for a pound’. I got to the office by 9:00. No one noticed. No one from my company was in yet. The day was fairly quiet. Steve the guy I had whiskey and cigars with last week came in to look for a job. It was good to see him, though he is looking a bit dissolute, he stopped shaving.

I had some errands to run and before I knew it it was afternoon. I spoke with my brother Frank on the phone to tell him about a Stax Soul Review from 1967 in Europe was going to be on WLIW tonight. Footage of Otis Redding and Booker T and the MG’s, something to look forward to.

At one point this afternoon, right around 1:30 actually, Vivek the managing director comes up to me and asks what time I was leaving for the day. I told him the usual time, 4:30. He says I could leave early if I escort his niece to Penn Station.

His niece is 15 and goes to school in Pennsylvania. I had no problem with that and helped his niece out to the street to a waiting taxi. It reminded me of Towelhead a bit, though of course I made no overtures towards her sexuality.

We rode through midtown to Penn Station and I helped her once again with her suitcases eventually leaving her outside the station as she insisted. Instead of taking the Path train I walked up to 42nd street where I saw Bill for a few minutes.

He’s such a nut. Just so goofy on the street, videotaping me wearing my late cousin’s overcoat with a velvet collar and showing off the braces he got me for Christmas. Whether or not I ever see this video entirely depends on him.

A quiet bus ride home. No Casey Chasm again. Certainly didn’t see him this morning. Today is his birthday though and I wished him well and read his venting about his father who seems like a cad who has attempted to steal his identity again.

He told me stories about his dad and we compared fathers a while ago on the bus. He won since his father is still alive.

Happy Birthday Casey Chasm!