Category Archives: What are you looking at?

Foggy Notion

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Well it was just one of those things, just one of those crazy things. But of course I must get through last night first. And what was last night all about? Not much really. Watched TV. Didn’t watch Rachel Maddow again.

Watched Lawrence O’Donnell filling in for Keith Olbermann and contrary to what some T shirt designers think, I don’t get my info from MSNBC exclusively, like they get their information from Fuck Snooze.

I watched the Watchmen DVD on loan from that fantastic socialist institution, the public library where one can pick up Mein Kampf or the modern day adaptation, Going Rogue by today’s distaff Yakov Smirnoff.

Bill came home and went to bed almost immediately. He’s up so early and off to work, then after to work he runs up to Harlem to stage manage a play then back here where he has me waiting for him. He does have the sleep apnea thing happening still but now has a mouth guard of sorts.

At first it worked well but the past 2 night’s he’s been snoring. I nudged the nudge last night, telling him he was snoring and he awoke and said, ‘I am?’ before falling asleep again. When he was kissing me goodbye this morning I mentioned that he was snoring again.

He felt like I was attacking him, and his response was, ‘Are you sure it wasn’t you? You snore too you know.’ I responded that I was sure it wasn’t me since I was awake when I noticed. He left, I went back to the usual as of late, uneasy sleep.

Lot’s of fighting in my dreams. Not very relaxing. Woke up and did my thing. Checked the email, a comment waiting for my approval. It wasn’t signed by Maurice from lamoes.com, or the Susquehanna Investment Group.

Nae, this was by Sally Mae. Same sentiment though. Some Beckian acolyte complaining that I get all my info from Rachel Maddow, and my ‘rant’ about Senator Bunning of Kentucky, blocking the extension of unemployment benefits was basically unfounded.

I’m sure Sally Mo likes the attention I’ve afforded her/him/it and I was feeling generous, enough so that I decided to help her/him/it with their t shirt/coffee cup/greeting card shingle on Cafe Press. I mean should she/he/it lose their job at Susquehanna Investment Group she/he/it will always have her/his/whatever rag trade to fall back on.

It’s no Sham Wow I’m sure but hey, charity is charity and some dogs should be thrown a bone every now and then. I’m not bitter and I’m not twisted and I certainly don’t drink the Kool Aid Tea that she/he/it seems to partake in. It’s all there under the other day’s Astronomy Domine entry.

See for yourself, you be the judge, Sally Mo will be the jury (and we know how that will end up). Other than stepping into the gutter to comment on her/his/it’s comments, it was a good day. Went to the Socialist building, you know, the library where I ran into Eileen Lynch.

You don’t see someone for years then all of a sudden you keep running into them. We had a nice talk for a while out on the sidewalk.

Then a phone call from Julio. He was on Washington Street inviting me to lunch. How could I refuse? Had a good time with him.

Been a while since we actually had a meal together. Lot’s of things talked about. Alexander is getting better, which is definitely good. Julio’s mom is getting better too. Julio & Stine are looking for a house to buy.

Somewhere close to Hoboken since Hoboken is out of their price range. I would suggest Bala Cyanide but well, you know, there seems to be something in the water out there.

Cloud

Could Have Been

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Just a rainy day today. Didn’t do much of anything. Keep sending resumes out to no avail, but I persevere. Watched 2 Cary Grant movies, My Favorite Wife and The Awful Truth. Actually saw the second half of My Favorite Wife, but I did catch The Awful truth and it was pretty funny.

Then I watched Artists and Models starring Jack Benny & Ida Lupino, also featuring Judy Canova, Martha Raye and Louis Armstrong. The Martha Raye bit was odd. I think she was in mocha face, not black face.

She sang Public Melody Number One accompanied by Louis Armstrong set up in Harlem. Quite odd. There was even a bit where Jack Benny hears the Jack Benny show on the radio and says how much he admires him while his girlfriend says she doesn’t care much for Jack Benny.

That’s about how the day went. Bill is here, getting ready for bed since he has to get up at 2:30AM to drive to Albany NY. That’s about all there is to report. Doing some work for Greg Stevens tomorrow. Getting some fish (Garra Rufa) to eat the dead skin off of his feet.

Here’s a look back to February 23 over the past couple of years. What? I told you I didn’t have much going on today. Perhaps I did before. February 23, 2006 I was still working at Wanker Banker. My days were winding down there.

There was a big conference going on for the company, all of the branches met up in Manhattan for meeting at the Waldorf Astoria. I opted to stay in the office with no one around. I ran back and forth several times a day from 55th Street to 49th Street which I didn’t mind at all.

Had dinner at my fellow co-workers from London and San Francisco at a Grand Central Station restaurant. The next day, unbeknownst to me was when I met Mick Jones from the Clash.

Apparently February 23, 2007 wasn’t much different than today. I was recovering from being sick and working for Golden Staffing. In 2007 I just many did the iPod shuffle which I really don’t do anymore since certain people didn’t really care for it.

And you know me, I’m all about you, the reader. Ungrateful leeches. I wasn’t too happy with Golden Staffing. And Annemarie was right about working for another staffing agency since Staph Mark did not go so well.

February 23, 2008 was a break and I wound up writing something from a few years earlier, going to see Cheap Trick with Rita and her boyfriend Jerry at the Beacon Theater. Cheap Trick were good by we were way up in the balcony and unless you have seats in the orchestra, the view isn’t so good.

Earlier that week Bill and I saw his friend Mike MacArthur playing with Diane Schurr at the Blue Note. Also that week Roda and I went to see Lisa Riqoux Hoppe sing in the glee club at Stevens Tech with Rand.

In 2009 I wrote about Lois coming over to take some pictures for her then upcoming show “Is That Supposed to be Funny?”. I also wrote about the Academy Awards saying basically it was the Slumdog Millionaire show.

It was a play by play, with comments on what was going on. I think I took notes which I referred to when I wrote the next day, February 23.

Something about February 23 doesn’t lend itself to writing.

Check back next year. I know I’d be interested in what happens then, maybe you will be too.
Ungrateful leeches.

Me, February 23, 2010

Me, February 23, 2010