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She’s About A Mover

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No motivation. Just lazy. Haven’t even done laundry and it’s a piling up. Nothing to write about either. Walked over to Barnes & Noble since a new calendar will be needed shortly.

That was a disappointment. For the past 8 years they’ve had Beatles calendars, this year not one. I asked the sleepy bearded guy behind the counter and he told me that they were in stock a few weeks ago but they’re all sold out.

He also said it wasn’t a good time to buy calendars. Which was odd since it is time to get a new calendar, unless you’re Mayan.

I just paid for the Christmas cards on sale for half price for next year since all the cards I sent out this year were from Farfetched. Last year I didn’t work at Farfetched since they weren’t doing so well. This year, no one worked at Farfetched.

In 2005 I hung out with Juan for the day. We were in the city then came home and watched a Rufus Wainwright DVD. I downloaded Lazy Sunday, which was an early if not the first SNL Digital Short. It was for my new iPod that Bill had given me for Christmas that year.

Also wrote some stream of consciousness stuff which I don’t do anymore since the last time I did, which was mainly sentences from the TV blaring behind me, a lot of people were confused, more than usual.

In 2006 I was licking my wounds having left Wolff Olins and about to start work for Golden Staffing. There was no bonus for me thought other people got them. They don’t give bonuses to quitters. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not tell anyone I was leaving. It was one of the worst jobs I ever had.

Juan and I saw Brazilian Girls at Irving Plaza the night before. Found out Juan likes to be in the middle of the throng whereas I prefer to remain on the perimeter. I didn’t write on December 30, 2007 I was in Otisville. Excer was there as was an old friend of Pedro and Excer, Gary. Just a long night hanging out and drinking. Pedro’s had a rough year this past year and I’m sure he’ll be happy with a New Year.

In 2008 it was all about a misunderstanding between Bill and myself. I had to go to the office even though I was off of work. The writing was on the wall but unreadable. The Titanic was starting to make some gurgling sounds but in December 2008 I still thought I would be there until February 2010.

And we know how that worked out.

No hard feelings, and I might be doing some work for Greg Stevens at the end of January since he’s vacating his office and moving across the street. He’ll have professional movers and I guess I will oversee. I’m no mover.

And in December 30, 2008 I wrote about going to Barnes and Noble and purchasing a new calendar, and looking to my right, it was a Beatles calendar.

The Hangover Strikes

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Well here we are, the first day of Winter. I came home last night before Bill, leaving him at the game so I could start the blog and uploading the video which was a chore.

The initial attempt rendered the video split in two. I attempted to rejoin them but there was a drop out of a second or so. So I decided to tack on the sound check but still I wasn’t satisfied.

Midway through Bill made it home, the Knicks won leaving us to believe that Bill was their good luck charm. We stayed up and watched some TV while I continued working on the video.

I was finally able to get the video up in one piece which was a relief. The only problem was that I was only able to shoot the video between the heads of two guys on the basketball court. Still it was a good performance by Bill.

Something different than the previous times when Bill sang the National Anthem before the NY Liberty games. The set up for those games were a lot different and there was no Steve Schirippa or Spike Lee to be seen. Schirippa is not as heavy as he was when he played Bobby Bacala on The Sopranos, he must have dropped 100 pounds or so.

I went to bed once I figured it all out with the video. Bill had a doctor’s appointment so he was sleeping in a little later than usual. I of course stayed in bed groggy. Didn’t sleep as late as I had been and was up before 9:00.

I had a hangover but it wasn’t from drinking, it was more from familial frustration and also resentment on the lack of job front. I’ve been searching all hours of the day, after midnight whenever seems right.

Nothing is happening and I wasn’t expecting anything to happen despite the New York Times saying that looking for a job during the holiday season is the smart thing to do since employers are generally in a good mood.

Of course I have to wonder if the recently laid off employees of the New York Times took comfort in that tidbit.

I was generally cranky and went about my daily routines. Coffee, cereal, shower and sit in front of the computer. Most of the day I was irate.

Made it to the post office to drop off a package to send to Annemarie in California. The line was long and I left my iPod home so I had to listen to various people complaining about how long the line was. What did they expect? It’s the last days before Christmas for goodness sake.

I saw Bill Ryan at the window but he didn’t see me so I didn’t say hello or anything like that. Nothing against Bill Ryan, but like I said I was irate.

I walked around a bit, tried to enjoy a cigar but it was too windy and didn’t light it properly. Just came home from all that, nothing worth taking pictures of.

After surfing around for a little while I decided to take a nap which was nice.

A winter’s nap, the first of the season seemed to dispel whatever it was that was bugging me. Woke up hungry and finished off the penne pesto and chicken that I set aside for Bill yesterday.

Decided to make more for the rest of the week. I enjoy it, and chicken has been on sale lately. I’m not complaining and neither should you since you’re not eating it, I am.

Now I’m doing laundry.

Juan called earlier in the day, he’s coming up to this neck of the woods. I was fairly distant on the phone, explaining that I was somewhat depressed and I was. I told him he could stop by but chances are I wouldn’t be good company.

Now I think I would be good company but if he doesn’t show up, that’s fine. If he does show up, I would hope he doesn’t show up with one arm longer than the other. It doesn’t have to be anything big, something that could be concealed in a cigarette pack would suffice.

I love this song. Anyone know where I could find it? It’s by lene Lovich’ former backing band, fronted by Jimme O’Neill, Fingerprintz, Wet Job. A WPIX-FM classic which makes it 30 years old….