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Mr. Blue Sky

Wow. Another beautiful day. Quite nice. In the 70’s. Bell bottomed pants, polyester shirts. Chuck Taylor Converse. Norman Lear sitcoms. Yes that is how it is outside.

I don’t mind, I’ve been there before and now I have a little bit more knowledge about things so it seems to be working out to my advantage.

I decided to watch The Invention of Lying today. Someone had it on their want list so I decided to take the time and watch it. It was cute. Nothing to run to go see. If you can get it from a Socialist institution for free then I would definitely suggest doing that.

Just return it in time so your comrades could watch it as well.

I slept really well last night, so much so that I’ve been groggy most of the day. In a good mood though. Not much walking around Hoboken today but I have been out a few times and got some thing accomplished.

One of those accomplishments involved the Socialist institution. One of the politburo chiefs inside recommended a movie to watch, My Life in Ruins. Since getting on the politburo chief’s good side is a goal in life I took her suggestion out.

It was a Nia Vardalos movie, My Life in Ruins. She made My Big Fat Greek Wedding which was somewhat funny if I recall, and it also got good reviews. I heard Rachel Maddow liked it. That was printed in the TV Social Guide, published by Pravda.

My Life in Ruins got lousy reviews and lasted about a week at the cinemas. What do the bourgeois know about such things? I hoped to get another video saying to myself that if I can find something else I would merely return Nia Vardalos to the shelf, but no that wasn’t to be.

Still I could be pleasantly surprised. The reviewers aren’t always right.

Another item I received from that Socialist institution was Robert Crumb’s The Book of Genesis. Yes it’s exactly that. Robert Crumb decided to illustrate the book of Genesis. Surprisingly no mention of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Still it has many graphic images of the entire book, showing things like Lot offering his daughters to be raped by a mob, as well as those same daughters getting their father drunk so they could be impregnated by his seed.


They never bring that up these days. It’s always Sodom this and Gomorrah that. It’s a dense read nonetheless. Fortunately I am entertained by mythology. I do wonder if most of the people that read such a dense book as well as the other books that follow aren’t a bit dense themselves. They surely seem to behave that way.

I’m writing this earlier than usual. I’m off to Union City tonight to see the Street Corner Mourners at the Park Theater. It was rescheduled from a snowed out date in February. I’m going to take a bus up there and walk back to Hoboken like I used to way back when I lived in Weehawken.

It’s a beautiful night for it or at least promises to be. I plan on recording the Street Corner Mourner Set and also have Bill’s card from his camera as back up. So that’s my plan. An early posting.

Hope you have a good night.

3.16.10 Hoboken Rooftoppers 012

Tramp The Dirt Down

Last night was an interesting night for lack of a better word. As furious as Juan was when he came over, he calmed down enough to be hilarious. Actually I think both of us were hilarious. Sometimes the hilarity subsided when he had a phone call from some family member.

Juan was kind enough to go into the bathroom and talk on the phone but as his anger returned his voice got louder and the acoustics in the bathroom accentuated his ire creating more of a noise than it would have been if he was sitting right next to me.

Plus the neighbors probably heard everything perfectly. At least they would probably have something to talk about since things are generally pretty quiet here with Bill and myself. I had to go knock on the door and tell him to take the call in the bedroom which was a bit quieter for the residents of the 5th floor.

He was soon back on Earth and settled on the couch where we watched episodes of The Office which I had saved for moments like this, when Juan was over. Also posted one or two other new links to the blogroll regarding Hoboken blogs.

Blogga please!

Juan was on yet another call (for which he was ultimately apologetic for) in the bedroom when Bill came home. Bill was happy to be home and showed me his New Jersey Driver’s License which establishes his new residency as one of those who live on the mainland. Nice picture too.

He had his Subway sandwich and Juan sat next to him on the couch and we watched Elvis Costello Presents Spectacle. It was the first episode of the new season, last night’s guests were Bono and The Edge from U2.

It was enjoyable, Bono was as usual talking most of the time. Elvis and the Imposters played Mysterious Ways by U2 and at the end both Bono and The Edge did a duet with Elvis singing a medley of Pump It Up/Get on Your Boots with a little bit of Subterranean Homesick Blues thrown in for good measure.

Juan then checked his 7000 emails from school and I sat on the couch reading about Tom Petty in Mojo which did not publish my letter about the Specials this month. The Simpsons came on, the Lord of the Flies episode which was not as good as most of them despite the promise. I had to send Juan home after that. I was tired and needed my sleep.

Last night’s cannabis free dream was a Zombie dream that took place at a besieged 13 Riverview Avenue, the house where I grew up. I was grateful it wasn’t Zoombies but rather the slow walking Zombies.

It was a relatively quiet day. I walked around Hoboken a bit and found that I like startling people by saying ‘Good morning’ or ‘Hello’ when I pass them and catching them looking at me.

Old people are usually pleasantly surprised when they hear it and usually reply in kind. Younger folk have no idea what to say.

Spent a lot of time in front of the computer, probably too much. Got tipped by Jeremy at Good As You about some geezer on his front porch, smoking a butt and dispensing his views on gay marriage. After watching the video on YouTube, I had to unleash the sock puppet.

The geezer was upset by what the sock puppet had to say and then posted an even more heinous video wishing death to queers, homosexuals and lesbians, despite saying in an earlier video that he loved his late epileptic bisexual brother.

The sock puppet reminded him that he was in effect wising his brother dead if his brother was still alive, since he felt that the granting of a civil right to gays and lesbians would infringe upon his rights.

That’s the point that is so stupid.

Well, that point as well as the point they try to make that being gay is a choice.

The sock puppet had to ask when did he decide to be straight?

I mean if sexuality is a choice, isn’t it a choice for everyone? Or was he like Larry Craig, who felt that the louder he protested against gays, the less likely people would think he enjoyed performing oral sex on men in public rest rooms.

Oh he short circuited and shut down. It was a fun way to spend this afternoon, tramping down the dirt on some red neck geezer from South Jersey.