It’s Wednesday and since most have had Monday it feels like Tuesday. Crazy and confusing. Last night watched Scrubs, and then Keith Olbermann where I was properly outraged by the bullshit that goes on in the political world today. I suppose I could write about politics here, but you can go to many blogs about that sort of thing. There has to be a red flag to get me fired up and write about it here. And the personal is political isn’t it? Well?
After Keith Olbermann I had nothing to watch. I do have the DVD of Lars and the Real Girl and a documentary on American Hardcore, called oddly enough, American Hardcore. I don’t know why I rented it. I wasn’t into hardcore. In fact when hardcore came on the scene, I moved into rap and hip hop, finding that more agreeable than a mosh pit.
I did see some hardcore bands, Black Flag, Bad Brains, Murphy’s Law to name a few. I remember Flipper destroying the stage at McSwells if that counts. I guess Husker Du were hardcore, maybe even the Minutemen too. I don’t think the Butthole Surfers were and I saw them quite a few times in the lysergic tinged eighties. I guess I’m waiting for the right time to watch it. But when will that time come? It didn’t come last night.
I started watching a movie starring Gwyneth Paltrow, called Sliding Doors. It seemed somewhat interesting, at least the first 28 minutes did. Bill came home then and however slow the movie was before then, it crept considerably after that.
I turned on Lawn Hor d’oeuvre SVU instead. Of course it was a repeat and it was followed by another episode. Too much Lawn Hor d’oeuvre for the night, left me full. Bill was in bed after I watched the news and soon I was asleep next to him, fighting for the sheets.
Didn’t sleep too restfully, window was open and a strong wind blew everything off the windowsill midway through the night, crashing onto the floor which woke me up, Bill of course slept all through it. He was up and out as I lay there cursing my alarm clock.
Eventually I got out of bed, dragging my ass, thinking about calling in sick, which I wasn’t yet still the idea pops into my head at least once a week. But with no Linda around I had to go in.
I was only 20 minutes late and still no one was in yet. Started up the office, did whatever it is that I do. Made room for new people renting space in mid June, ordered supplies, things like that. Greg Stevens told me that we were not going to hire a receptionist.
Apparently he hadn’t spoken to Vivek about hiring a receptionist. So that’s still up in the air. I think we are going to need one, and as the new people move in, we more than likely will.
Vivek needs to talk to his friend about it, since his friend would be mainly paying for it, or at least splitting the cost. I was able to chat with Juan about it, he still wants the gig and hopefully it will be there for him. That’s about it.
Home again, chillin’ out. What are you doing?
