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Oo. It worked. I can now send little transmissions to my planet from abroad. Of course give the fact that so far my chubby little fingers have trouble with the touchpad on my phone I think I’ll kick it old school for awhile. Although I’ll have to test sending a photo.


There’s this ad that I keep seeing on teevee and it’s this woman wandering around a market with her arm in a sling, making excuses for why she has her injury. “Skiing accident?” “No, hanggliding.” “Shuffleboard?” “No, parasailing.”

And all I can think of anytime I see it is “Abusive husband?” “No. Ran into a door.”

I don’t know. It just bothers me. Perhaps I’m getting crotchety in my old age but I find it a little inappropriate to be making a joke out of inexplicable injuries to women.

And the fact that it’s for hard water just annoys me even more, mainly because it seems like such a dumb issue. Don’t they have filters for that or something?

It’s funny, but after weeks of not even having time or energy to write something in here I got home from New York and had all these things I wanted to type up. But I might as well save those for next week.

And I promise not to bore anyone with a long story of how much fun NY was (it was). So I’ll just skip through the highlights. Because anyone who knows me and reads this will hear about it sooner or later.

For those just wandering in here for the first time and actually sticking around to read, I was in NY for a concert at Madison Square Garden. One of the artists that I manage was performing and I got to tag along. I stayed with a cousin and friend and they took me on a wandering tour of the city. Which was pretty cool. I ate way too much. Got to see some live music. Went to some museums. Enjoyed the weather.

But I have to say the coolest part was the concert (and the rehearsal the previous day). And it’s sort of hard not to list off the people I got to see perform (mainly because I hate namedroppers) but you will have to bear in mind that it’s not an everyday thing for me to be wandering around backstage at The Garden passing by some damn prominent musicians.

Some of them were pretty much in and out quickly. Some of them hung out a bit during the show. Others I actually got to chat with momentarily. And still others I kept ending up next to all day (Tim Robbins, Billy Bragg, Ani DiFranco and Rufus and Martha).

If it weren’t for the fact that he would usually come and stand nearby after I had taken up residence someplace I would have sworn I was stalking Rufus Wainwright. Never got to talk to him though. I would have liked to have at least found out where he bought his hat.

Anyway I promise not to go on anymore about all that. I got back to the apartment at 2:30 am on Monday morning, got up at 4 am to catch a red eye out of La Guardia, and basically slept all day yesterday. I think I’m finally getting back into normal work mode.

Which is nice. I don’t care who you are, there really is nothing like coming home and sleeping in your own bed with a chubby and cheerful cat curled up on your feet.