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And now after a beautiful weekend, it is now raining. Been raining a steady rain throughout most of the day. Definitely lends itself to a nap which is what I just had. A nice gray afternoon nap. You know how it is.

I keep sending resumes and legumes out, no responses nor beanstalks growing. Still a at least one resume goes out every day. Bill had a nice adventure for himself yesterday.

Someone from his church hired a bus through Bill and had him as the driver. The bus was named Laverne for some reason. There was a show at Crocodile Rock in Allentown PA. It was a thrash metal show of a band named Slam One Down.

Bill’s first experience at a show like that. He loved it surprisingly. He wishes he had hair extensions so he could throw his mane back and forth like they do on stage. They loved Bill though and he loved them.

So much so that when I called Bill at work earlier, he answered the phone singing their song B-E-E-R- R-U-N. It’s definitely a side of Bill that I had never heard before. Of all the music that I’ve played for Bill, thrash metal was never one of them and it turns out that is the one that clicks.

Well that and the B-52’s. Now Bill wants me to go to the next show he is hired to drive Slam One Down to. Sure why not? Bill and I will be the only ones without body modifications and tattoos.

Last night I watched The Pacific. The miniseries about World War II in the Pacific Theater, Guadalcanal basically. Jon Seda was as usual, great. I’ve been watching him since Homicide: Life on the Street and it’s good to see him on screen again.

And once again, I’m sure war is 100 times worse than what is portrayed on the screen.

After The Pacific I saw that Broadcast News was on. A very good movie, I always enjoy watching it. It would make for a good double feature with Network. I saw Network with my parents at the Century Theater in Paramus.

I think Faye Dunaway writhing on top of William Holden in bed made my parents more uncomfortable than I was.

Holly Hunter, Albert Brooks and William Hurt were excellent choices for the leads and you can feel the pain of Albert Brooks when Holly Hunter confesses that she might be falling in love with William Hurt.

I recorded Broadcast News so I could keep checking in on the health care reform vote. Yes it passed. Yes more has to be worked out. But it’s a major hurdle and could be the thing that moves Rush Limbaugh to Costa Rica.

If that happens you can bet Florida should rise a little bit more above sea level.

They just had on the Ed Show, a clip of Sarah Palin complaining that Barack Obama doesn’t have the experience to make decisions like this. She does, you know, leaving office midway through her only term is exactly the background she needs to make decisions like that. It’s all so Bala Cynwyd.

Bill is home, six hours earlier than usual. A zombie. A giggling zombie. Poor baby is so tired from stage managing the play, driving a bus to and from Allentown PA as well as working at the law firm today. He’ll probably be asleep in an hour or so.

I’m going to watch Lolita by Stanley Kubrick.
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Happy 80th birthday Stephen Sondheim
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Dracula’s Lament

Well I was all set to start writing about a half hour ago but I started playing So It Goes by Nick Lowe on guitar, then wound up playing Stereotypes by the Specials and then I went into Give A Little Bit by Supertramp and then finally found myself playing The True Wheel by Brian Eno and I was in heaven.

So many changes but so much fun to play. A welcome distraction. My callouses are coming along quite nicely and my index finger on the left hand isn’t as cramped as it had been. I haven’t been playing as much as I would have liked to but apparently not playing had served me well.

This evening from Bill: You know baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Me: Aw I agree baby, I feel the same way. I AM the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

Last night I went down to Julio’s apartment and hung out. Like old times, we had a bottle of wine and talked. Stine and Alexander are in Denmark and Julio is flying out there on Saturday, not coming back until next year. And by next year, I mean in a couple of weeks.

It was good last night, we talked about McSwells and how he doesn’t ever want to go there again. Not even for a drink, but of course I am always game to hoist a pint or two with Rand.

We also talked about seeing Macca at both Madison Square Garden and CitiField. He felt the Garden was more intimate but the sound and sightlines at CitiField were much better.

Julio also had 2 Christmas presents for me, which was an awfully nice surprise.

One was a biography on Paul McCartney that just came out. I had read the reviews and they were quite good. It’s by Peter Ames Carlin and not a puff piece. I don’t think I’ve ever read a McCartney bio, except for the authorized one by Barry Miles, Many Years from Now.

That was good, but Paul was directly involved in it. The one that Julio gave me last night mentions how Paul has been rewriting the past to suit his needs, like saying that he basically wrote In My Life. Julio hoped I didn’t have it and I didn’t.

He also hoped I didn’t have the other book, John Lennon : The Life by Phillip Norman. I didn’t have that either but I did take it out of the library earlier this year and read it. Julio was dismayed by that but also to be on the safe side, gave me gift receipts for both books.

I did take a walk to Barnes and Noble in Hoboken this afternoon looking to exchange the Lennon book, but they had a meager selection. I could go to another Barnes and Noble in the city and exchange it there, but it’s such a lovely picture of John on the cover and not wanting to disappoint Julio, I think I will end up keeping it.

But I may go into the city and just take a look see. There is that Beatles book scheduled to be released in June 2010, You Never Give Me Your Money but I don’t think I can or should wait that long.

I came upstairs and stayed up to watch Craig Ferguson’s 1000th broadcast. I’m really enjoying his show and last night was very funny. No Craig Ferguson, he had puppets instead, interviewing the guests and also had Jason Segal and Nathan Danforth with The Broken West featuring Ferguson’s Dracula puppet singing Dracula’s Lament from Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

So sweet that I posted it on Facebook. Just something really nice and Jason Segal is cute too. And now I am posting it here too…