Blues Keep Calling

Well today is quite a beautiful day. Wandered around for a bit, enjoying the gorgeousness of it all. Did some laundry out of boredom. Paid some bills which is what brought me down to below the earth.

Ran into a delivery guy who used to make deliveries to the last company I worked for. He asked how things were going and I tried to remain upbeat while explaining that I sent out a bunch of resumes to agencies and contacts and received nothing in return.

No ‘contact us in a few months’, no ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’. No nothing.

It’s brutal and with the paying of the bills I am what can only be described as skint. At least that’s the outlook for the next 2 weeks with those other bills coming up. It’s bad out there people.

Earlier today I was reading another blog, Joe.My.God. and he posed a question that he asked six months previous. How is the recession working out for you? Six months ago I wrote about how I was told I would have a job until February 2010, knowing full well that anything could happen between then and February.

Well the anything did happen and I was ousted. I tried to look at a bright side of it, somehow equating that some friends have been unemployed for a year already and I’ve only been out for four months.

Not a very good bright side at all really.

Tonight I am bringing my computer over to Rand’s house. Hopefully he can fix it. There is nothing that I can do with it. I’ve gotten good at playing solitaire on it in the past week or so.

Rand seemed surprised that it wasn’t working properly the other day and his being surprised, surprised me.

It’s been one of those days. I’ve been having one of those days at least once a week now. Just got a call from the Democratic Party asking me to volunteer for Jon Corzine. If I liked Corzine I would but I’m fairly indifferent towards him. I’m not going to vote for Chris Christie anyway.

Right now, on the news, some guy is stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey. And by swamps, I mean the Oradell reservoir. Other important news that I saw on TV, a deer walked into a restaurant in Northern China.

Really.

This is the news that is important enough to make worldwide media. Oh disillusionment.

Also been reading about a guy in Northern Virginia who was arrested for making coffee while naked at 5:30 AM. A woman and her kid were trespassing, using a short cut and looked in the window.

No charges for the woman who was trespassing or for being a peeping tom.

I’m in the 5th floor of my building and occasionally I too walk around naked. Or in boxer briefs, in the morning and being a man, sometimes I sport that morning wood.

I suppose it will be a matter of time before someone sees me and phones the Hoboken Police Department. In that case they’ll probably be using a megaphone from the street since most of the cops are too out of shape to climb four flights of stairs.

Just utter ridiculousness. Almost Pythonesque if it were funny.

And last night’s installment of the Monty Python saga was all about Monty Python & the Holy Grail. I always think about two friends of my parents, Mary Jane and Larry who had seen the movie when it came out and they loved it. It definitely was not my parent’s cup of tea.

But I think about Mary Jane and Larry laughing at the bawdiness of the movie and the kids in my neighborhood cupping their hands like they were holding coconut shells…

The computer is all packed up and ready to bring over to Rand’s around 8:00. I think the Bongos will be a washout since Meghan Taylor is ill with the flu.

Sing Sing Sing

Wow. Just had an almost 3 hour nap. The thing is I did not sleep well at all last night and was dragging my ass most of the morning. So I closed my eyes for what I thought would be an hour, tops.

What I usually do when I nap is have the TV on in another room. In my mind it acts as a boat tethered to a dock. Well I am the boat and the TV is the dock. And the sound of the TV keeps me from drifting away.

But since there was no TV on, and no dock to speak of, I drifted far away from the shore. It felt good but still there was no need.

It used to be that at least once a year I would come home from work, and maybe go to sleep for 12 hours. I would have done that today but that meant I would be waking up at 3:00AM. Didn’t dream of anything in particular, not that I could remember anyway.

I had lunch with Rand at the Malibu diner. They sat us in the big back room, which neither Rand nor I liked very much. He had a veggie burger with very mediocre onion rings. I had a BLT with fries.

Where I used to removed the tomatoes from the sandwich today I ate the whole thing. I should have had it on toasted whole wheat bread but I didn’t which caused the sandwich to fall apart. Still I ate it all.

Lately I eat just about everything put in front of me. Not such a finicky eater like I used to be. Still, I’m not running out to buy turnips.

I am happy to be able to drop off my computer at Rand’s apartment tomorrow, so perhaps there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Then we will go for drinks at McSwells. I was supposed to see the Bongos with the funniest girl alive, Meghan Taylor, but she seems to have the flu.

At least that’s what she posted yesterday on Facebook and today she is incommunicado. She certainly seemed her usual self on Saturday when I walked around Hoboken with her and here freshly shorn daughter Ruby.

I guess even if I don’t see the Bongos, I will have a pint with Rand in the front room. The whole thing about seeing the Bongos revolved around being Meghan’s guest, her plus one on the guest list. And of course I do wish her well.

Last night I watched the latest installment of the Monty Python documentary. It was mainly about Graham Chapman. He was funny and also a pain in the ass to deal with, mainly because of his alcoholism.

It was interesting, that when Graham came out of the closet, John Cleese was surprised since he thought he knew Graham so well. That’s the thing about the closet.

No one knows of the double life that is being led out of fear or self-loathing.

When I was outed at HBJ, a good friend of mine from High School (Kevin Wagner) that I worked with was greatly disappointed that I never told him. Not so much that I was gay, but because of the secret.

Cleese likened it to Michael Palin saying that he was Chinese. It was just a surprising fact about Chapman that Cleese didn’t know.

Still groggy from the nappage so that’s it for today.