Not enough time to write to my heart's content. Originally I was going to gush over my love for the mid-seventies cop buddy show, Starsky & Hutch, of which I'm re-living pleasant memories through the second season dvd box set that I'm pacing myself to only watch on weekend nights paired up with a brilliant, but canceled, only to be revived on dvd series such as the American/British cop dramedy called Keen Eddie or Chris Carter's underrated Harsh Realm. Both are available on DVD and I can't recommend them enough- especially if they include unaired episodes.
But there's too much going on to get into right of the moment. It's been extremely busy- my department is currently updated data for some kind of entertainment directory. It's a fun project, but it's takes a shitload of time- so lots and lots of overtime was a mandatory requirement of everyone involved in my department- except that some got their vacation days in because it was requested in advance of when the project first started. I'm sort of in second in command of the project, or least a lot of requires my expertise more than others, because I understand most of the data and where it goes - and I have this unique ability to differentiate between a e-mail address and a website address. You'd be surprised of many people who still can't tell the difference, even when they're on the blasted computers for eight to ten a hours a day. We had to back and correct those mistakes- plus I had to convince the crew that some people actually do use the _ sign on their e-mail address to separate first and last names without breaking the thread between the @ and the .com. So we're all finishing the first third of the directory and waiting for the second part to come down the pike. Found some interesting celebrities among the debris- such big names such as Francis Ford Coppola and Dick Clark- both e-mail addresses and phone numbers. Maybe I'll get the nerve to ring up Francis one day and ask if Sophia is available.
On top of the overtime I had to rush to a couple of Border's Books and check out ASIA doing a acoustic performance in support of the new album, Steel Nation, which was released a few months back on the InsideOut Music label. Former Buggles/Yes keyboardist Geoff Downes and singer/bassist John Payne performed roughly a 45 minute set consisting of new material and some of their older tunes on a single keyboard and a guitar followed by a meet and greet afterwards. I've hung out with Geoff and John before a few years back after a show that they did in LA - so I didn't know if they would remember me or not- but Geoff did remember me and John was the one who had the memory lapse until I reminded him of the girls that were hanging with us backstage. It was good to renew their acquaintance and I can't wait to hear the full blown electric tour that they will commence in either March or April of next year.
Well, after a convversation with a Diamond Comics representative, it doesn't look like that the Deposit Man will be in the catalog anytime soon until I can show them all three completed issues of the Last Great Gate of Mortality of which I said he's expect to see by the end of the year. Y'know, the way they do business with new companies is simply deplorable. They get on this stupid platform of theirs and announce to the world of how much they celebrate diversity , when in fact , what they really cajole about is that they only welcome adversity. The rep told me, the very same rep who examined the book at last winter's APE told me flat out that Diamond would take my book in a heartbeat simply because of all the improvements I made to the product- but yet here I am again - in front of a vast right wing conspiracy committee who is going to judge me by twelve and have me dragged out by six. I didn't know I was entering a fucking beauty- if I was, I'd probably would have included a application or an enrollment fee along with my submission. So I told the rep- would it help more if I had included a check for the payment of a ad. He told me, it probably would increase my chances of being excepted in their little 'executive boys-club', but he couldn't make any guarantees. Fucking figures- it's all about the moola.
I got pinched by the scum bag IRS this week. Me and a phone rep had a sweet little heart to heart. I think they can relate as to how I came to the conclusions of how I think their organization is somehow linked to terrorism and I will never ever grant them the satisfaction of writing a check with the words I R S on them. We came to some resolution of how to fix things up, but I don't have time to get into it here.
With the OT for the rest of the year cloudbusting over my head- I also made plans to get in my last of vacation licks in by flying out to Vegas next week to see my niece and my brother and hang out at my dad's joint- so I'll be transmitting from that spot for the next entry- which will hopefully pick up from my love odyssey on DVD left off.
A time of innocence and a time to tune in to Starsky & Hutch every Saturday night.