Category Archives: the day after yesterday

So Fresh, So Clean

It’s Thursday. I’m home. No internet connection. Been on the phone for the past hour, dealing with automated voice prompts. Just say ‘Continue’. Continue. ‘I’m sorry. Did you say, ‘Continue?’ Yes. ‘Please don’t talk to anyone else since I hear everything. Now, please unplug this. Now unplug that. Now restart your computer. When you are ready to restart your computer, say Continue’. Continue. ‘I’m sorry, did you say go back?’ No. ‘Ok then. We’ll go back.’ and it’s been like that for an hour.

Spoke with Bill who set up a three way call, a menage a trois phone call with a Cablevision tech guy, also named John. Unplug this, unplug that. I see you have a connection. Maybe it’s this. Maybe it’s that. Nothing happened. The call ended and I still have no connection. Bill slept here last night, but he didn’t do anything since it was working when he left this morning. So he’s coming back to try to restore the connection since it’s all through his Mac and I really don’t know what the fuck I am doing. He’s coming back here then he’s going back to Stuyvesant Town. I told him that it’s no big deal, no need to go out of his way and he seemed a bit annoyed at that. It’s no big deal.

Not having internet access for a day or two, I think I’ll live. But it was the ‘don’t go out of your way’ that may have upset Bill. He said that I’ve been going out of my way to help him the past couple of weeks and it’s the very least he could do. I didn’t see it as going out of my way, just doing what had to be done, especially a pressing matter like having to bury one’s father. Doesn’t really compare, I think. But Bill wants to get this done and out of the way. Perhaps it could be something he has control over and the fact that he would be able to help me, will help him get back on track, and if that’s the case I’m glad to be of some assistance, and I hope he is as well.

Last night Bill was here and we watched The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. I found that The History Boys was on HBO On Demand and switched over to that. I enjoyed it once again, picking up on little things I missed the first time around and still aflame for Frances de la Tour. Bill seemed to be enjoying it as well. Seemed to be, but on closer inspection he was sitting there asleep. I mentioned that perhaps he should go to bed, and he agreed but had tremendous difficulty getting up off the couch. That was worrying.

I ran through a lot of things in my mind with worry, but it turned out that he was just that exhausted and slowly shuffled off to bed. I of course, stayed up to watch the rest of the movie. Didn’t stay up long after that and soon I found myself sleeping relatively comfortable next to Bill who was out cold. So now I’m just hanging out, writing this, and maybe I’ll post it tonight, maybe I won’t. Last I spoke with Bill he was about to get on the bus, so I guess he’ll be home soon. See you later?

Bill came here. Basically the ethernet cable was shot. He found a cable that worked and soon enough he was out the door headed back home. Not very communicative, but I guess that’s alright. He’s my hero tonight and if you don’t like the blog, blame him.

Here’s some pics of the bangin’ mister, what I wore yesterday and today.
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Carnival of Sorts (Boxcars)

Scrubs is on, so I must be writing. It’s Tuesday, not such a bad day. Things are slow going for me at work, but it’s cool. I did get the bonus but a chunk of it went to Bill’s father’s funeral cost. What could I do? Bill was stressed, looking for money and I had some coming my way. I was able to take care of that and gave him the money hoping that I would get it back when he would be able to pay it. I’m not going to go crazy over that. I bought Nick Lowe’s Jesus of Cool the other day after the parade. In the UK it was known as Jesus of Cool, but here in the US it had to be called Pure Pop For Now People. I must have been on a kick, since the next day I bought Blondie Eat To The Beat, and a Madness single, Michael Caine.

All three were as good as I remembered, but didn’t give me the thrill I once got, but that was about 30 years ago. Things that thrilled me 30 years ago, just don’t cut it like they used to these days. I’m sure you can relate, if you’re over 30 at least. Last night was very mellow. Mellow enough for me to go to bed before 11:00. Not much on TV, I watched some more of the Clash Live: Revolution Rock which was cool. Even picked up the bass and tried to figure out some Paul Simonon bass lines. That also set the stage for me to play Big Audio Dynamite on the way to work this morning.

I also read some more of Hotel California. Manson is on the fringes of the scene, Buffalo Springfield broke up, Stills is a jerk, Gene Clark of the Byrds is slowly losing his mind and Jackson Browne is still a cute teenager. That’s where I’m at on that. My brother Frank recommended the book to my sister Annemarie much to her chagrin. I thought that was interesting, that he had read the book. Very similar to me writing about listening to the Electric Light Orchestra and Harpy commenting that he was listening to them at the same time, and it happened once again with Harpy, me writing about watching The Namesake, when he was watching it himself. Can somethings can be too much in sync?

Now it’s Tuesday night, not planning on doing much. Had a turkey sandwich for dinner which was filling. Not a Dagwood sandwich, but better than what I had for lunch when I was growing up. Some turkey, some mayonnaise on white bread, and it usually wound up in the bottom of my book bag to be tossed at the end of the week. Did I eat lunch in grammar school? I remember some dodgy Chinese lunches, every few months, sponsored by the school. Some Chop Suey which was really horrible and put me off eating Chinese food. Still not too keen on Chinese food to this day and I haven’t eaten Chop Suey since. I’d be so screwed should I find myself over in Asia. Maybe I just haven’t found the right place.

Here’s a funny video sent to me from Betty Colatrella.