Is that a shrub in your pocket...
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Happy Anniversary
Not much to say, except that it's my anniversary today - 8 years and counting. Of course, I'm about 380 miles from my wife, and won't be seeing her or my home until August, but, well, whattya goona do?
My little trip on the train into DC goes through some not especially pretty parts of DC before it plunges underground just before Union Station and just past the FERC building and CNN (you get to go through a large train yard where AMTRAK, MARC, VRE, and DC Metro trains all come to hang out, plus you get to see lots of homeless people spleeping under the bridges, living the American Dream).
Yesterday, I found that Stevie Ray Vaughn’s version of Tin Pan Alley makes a great soundtrack for the ride in, with the Washington Monument off in the hazy distance juxtaposed with garbage, burned out buildings with busted out windows, and shopping carts piled high with treasures, standing guard over the vague lumps of blankets and newspapers that I presume are their owners.
Oh well, at least we don't have to worry about IEDs. Yet.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
July 6th
Not much to say today, except that it was 7 years ago today that my mom died. Sometimes it seems like forever ago, and sometimes it seems like yesterday. At least she never had to see dubya as president - I think she'd have gone to DC and kicked his ass.
In other thrilling news, the powers that be have decided to kill the Marc Maron Show. I don’t think anyone has said the reason why Mar’s show is being killed. It hasn’t been on long enough to know if the numbers in LA are really low, I don’t think. Maybe one book has come out, but that’d be about it. No time to build an audience, with the show being pre-empted all the time anyway.
They never even tried to syndicate it, as far as I can tell (though they announced with great flouirsh that they were adding Marc's show to their syndication arm - which consists of Thom Hartmann and nothing else, as far as I can tell). We know at least the Phoenix stationwas interested - and I'm willing to bet at least Portland. It just sucks, IMHO, and no time to really even try to do anything about it (not that that worked out so well last time, but we gave ‘em hell for a while, anyway).
And if all that wasn't depressing enough, I'm back in DC for the duration of the summer. Another month sleeping in a narrow, crappy little bed, smelling sewer gas from the 8 showers, 8 sinks, 8 urinals, and 8 shitters in the common bathroom in which I'm forced to do my thing - day in, day out - and tryign not to go fucking crazy from never being able to cook any food or eat anything fresh, unless I go out to the store and buy & consume it right away. And after next Friday, no more MArc Maron Show.
This sucks. Oh, and if there are typos in this post, fuck it. I don't feel like fixing them.
