Thursday 02.26.2015

My wife and my dog have developed a strange symbiotic/passive aggressive sleep relationship where he lays as close to her as possible, burrowed under the covers, then growls at her (in his sleep) if she rolls over on him. You’d think that after almost two years of sleeping in the same bed together they would have worked out some sort of mutually agreeable pattern- but maybe rolling/growling is it.

They also trend towards center/my side of the bed leaving a little strip for me, though tonight between her Mickey Mouse Tsum Tsum and his long spidery legs actually being folded in for once I have an unusually generous amount of space to stretch out, watch horror movies and be awake when I should be sleeping.

I’m not complaining. I like our bed dynamic. Just funny watching these two battle it out in their quest for sleep supremacy.

I’ve been a total grouch the last few weeks- the weather is no longer charming and is trending on unbearable. As much as I bitched about winter last year, this one is worse. Too much snow. Too much cold. Too much fucking cold. I’ve skipped biking in place of SEPTA and taxis though today I managed a six mile walk with the weather a much warmer 25* or so. It’s been taking a toll on my mood and routines. The last few weeks have seen me being a hermity recluse, only leaving the house for work and movies. I try to remind myself that this is winter, in the North East, and that’s how winters in the north east are, but when it gets down to 4* before factoring in the wind chill- logic can fuck off.

I’ve been mentally planning our Vegas trip- Julia is joining me for APP this year- just to think about the warmer weather. Not the friends I’ll see and be able to introduce her to, or my beloved Bellagio buffet- but the 109* temperature that I’ll most likely bitch about once I’m out there but for now am drooling over.

Fucking winter.




Monday 02.18.13

562994_10200379177949536_1836698173_nFor the most part, Bailey is a really well behaved dog. No leash problems, comes when called, goes into his bed when commanded and generally does his best to get my approval. He sleeps in his little bed right next to me (so I don’t roll over and break his little twiggy legs) without any resistance, but lately, almost every morning around 8am he wakes up, stretches and noses under the covers, spooning up beside me and falling back to sleep.

I’m not sure when that started, but it’s quickly becoming one of my favorite morning rituals. I’ve talked before about the transition of becoming “that guy” when it comes to Bails, so I won’t ramble on too much about it, but…. I like it. I have to remember not to roll around too much (it usually earns me a frightened pip) but otherwise it’s fine, a little extra warmth and added emotional connection to the little monster I share my house and life with.

Of course now that I’m actually awake, he’s back in his little bed, licking his leg flaps and being a creep. Checks and balances.
My only goal for today is to go to the gym and maybe do a little cleaning if I’m feeling saucy. The main two floors are nice and tidy (I had AirBnB guests this week) but my room and bathroom could really use straightening up/dusting/etc. Once I get back from the gym/grocery shopping I’ll work on excuses for what it’s not going to get done.

(several hours later)

Today was cardio day at the gym. I’ve been breaking it up in cycles; Arms and Legs one day, Back and Check the next, Abs and Core the next, but keeping up pretty regular cardio every day. Today I added a little extra to the routine since there was extra time, mixing it up with elliptical, jogging and stairs. I walked in and back, which added another five miles of cardio…  setting myself up for the bbq’d chicken’s breasts and greens that I’m going to have for dinner, once the thc cookie I ate earlier finally wears off. I’m kind of spacey right now, in a pleasant way, and not unaware of the dichotomy of working to eat local, organic meat and produce, working out and all that and then eating a pot cookie. But hey, at least it was vegan.

I’m trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my night. I had a date who wanted to come over, but I was so/so on company so that’s in a holding pattern right now. I was thinking about going to the movies, but since I went yesterday and am going tomorrow, it seems like overkill. I’m in my standard ‘deciding not to decide’ mode that will probably have me on the couch all night, happy to be alone (furry company excluded) and just enjoying the boringness of my life.

Photo: NYC door art

Saturday 11.17.12

I fell asleep last night watching Doctor Detroit (for the record, I’m changing my name to ‘Smooth Walker’) and with Bailey Papers at my side in his little bed covered in his blanket. I woke up this morning with one sock on and Bailey licking my hair. The sliding scale of ‘wild nights’ when you’re as boring as I am is impressive.

Today I might go totally wild and go buy a few shirts; now that I’m at a stable size I can safely make the investment of a few more mediums shirts. I’ve got a drawer full of larges that are too big, which I need to backfill with mediums so I don’t have to keep doing small loads of laundry for loads so small. I apologize that you fine folks who are taking time out of your day to read this and the most exciting things I can offer are trips to the mall and my smelly breathed dog licking my hair. I can’t really promise it’s going to get more interesting, so proceed at your own risk.

Once I finally got out of bed, the hairlicker and I played for a bit; he’s usually only good for about five minutes of rascalism, but today he was on a roll. Flying around the room and barking and bringing me the StinkyLamb to throw so he can fetch it…. I love when he acts like a ‘dog’ and not the sleepy old stoner he’s usually channeling. We went for an extra long walk before I finally headed in to the gym.

I failed miserably at getting the medium shirts I needed- the Old Navy in Center City had one black medium shirt. One. In the whole store. Sure they had about 1000 Vnecks, but I just can’t go down that road.

I was going to go to the Gap, but Old Navy had a sale, and it’s the same company,,, but it didn’t really work out well for me. Since things were on sale, I picked up two shirts and some socks, but that still leaves my shirt drawer pretty empty. Maybe I’ll have better luck at the South Philly location.

Wow. This is literally how boring my life is.

The rest of the pre-work day was fine. Erin came to visit me at the bar and made me try shirts on and then we biked home together. I met the AirBnB guest that’s been staying in the guest room. He said that the new bed is really comfortable, so that’s a plus. We did the getting to know you thing before I finally had to bike to work. The best part about being a host, other than the obvious income, is getting to shoot the breeze with folks. Find out where they come from, what they do, little abridged life stories being traded. Any reservations I’ve had about hosting have slowly gone away.

Now I’m at work. Psyching up for Saturday night, thinking a lot about the Christmas/New Years roadtrips and being happy. Can’t ask for much more than that.

Photo: Weasel!

Friday 10.12.12

Tomorrow would have been my fourth anniversary with the ex. It would have been seven days until we got married. I’m doing my best not to dwell on that, but if you’ve read the last couple of posts, obviously I’m dwelling. Not sitting in a dark room moping and listening to the Smiths dwelling, but obviously it’s occupying a lot of my thoughtspace right now. I hate that I’ve had so many revelations as a result of the breakup; and that I didn’t have them when we were still together so I’d be able to apply them in that relationship; but those are the breaks and hopefully they’ll provide me a little more balance in my next one.

Luckily for me, however,  tomorrow is going to be an adventure day!
My buddy Tony gifted me with a pass for the New York Comic Con. My favorite artist- Pushead- is going to be doing a signing at the Toy Tokyo booth at 4pm. I’m going to get to hang out with all of my nerdy toy collector friends all day, and when the convention is over I get to spend time with my sister Kathleen, my brother inlaw Atom and goodness knows whoever else. Very exciting. Generally when I go to NYCC, I leave as soon as I get my toy from Pushead, hop on the bus and rush back to work. Makes for a crazy, whirlwindy day and by about midnight I’m dropping out and really inefficient. Robert just gave me the whole night off to go get nerdy this year so it’s going to be a lot less stressful. There’ll be an update on my Pushead blog sometime on Saturday if you have any interest in toy related stuff. Very niche and nerdy.

I’m pretty geeked that it’s only 12th October and the temperature tonight is going to dip down into the low 30*s. It makes the bike rides to/from work a little more taxing, but laying in bed and watching spooky movies curled up under a blanket with my faithful and stinky Sweazel is the best. I’m of the opinion that you can always make yourself warmer when it’s cold but it’s much more difficult to get cool when you’re hot. Right now I’m sitting in bed with a hoodie on and Bails half on my lap half on the bed. He’s in his goofy little Jack-o-lantern T-shirt and drifting into and out of sleep. The amount this dog sleeps makes me jealous. I’ve been thinking about talking to my therapist about prescribing Bailey to me as my ‘comfort animal’ so I can dress him in a little helper vest and take him to places that dogs aren’t allowed. That’s going to tie in to me amassing a large fleet of creepy, middle aged Italian Greyhounds in my attempts to be ‘that guy’.

The horror movie-fest is still going strong. Yesterday I watched Cabin in the Woods. I know the CG is terrible and the stoner kid looks way too much like Shaggy, but it was so dang fun that I forgave it it’s trespasses. Even saw it twice theatrically, which is saying a lot for a film that has a ‘twist’. With the ‘white board’ in the film there’s a chance for more movies set in the world the film created. Witches. Sexy Witches. Angry Molesting Tree. So much potential there. Usually I get antsy about films that try to play on archetypes- I’m ok if the characters ARE archetypes- but when they sort of beat you over the head with it I usually pass on it. But the screenplay was smart enough to  cover it.  Today’s movie is going to be Halloween 4. I don’t really care much for the sequels, but a customer at the bar and I were talking about the whole weird Druid subplot of either 4 or 5 (I can’t say I remember, honestly) so I’m going to revisit them and see what’s up. I’ll likely watch 5 too, since I won’t have time to watch anything tomorrow. Unless I load something into my iPad. Hmm… decisions!

Speaking of Halloween- I’ve still not made plans. Last year was spent in NYC- the MOMA had a presentation of Jodorowsky’s The Holy Mountain (my favorite film) with Alejandro doing an intro and Q&A, as well as Martha Stewart in attendance. Yeah. That’s a hell of a combo. I wrote a little about it on Occult Vibrations: Real Life Awaits Us. So yeah. No idea what I’m going to be doing. I want to do SOMETHING, but… what? Ideas?

31 Days of Horror Films 2012:

  1. House of 1000 Corpses.
  2. The Devil’s Rejects.
  3. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.
  4. Phantasm.
  5. Slither.
  6. The Innkeepers.
  7. The Strangers.
  8. Nightmare before Christmas/Coraline/Frankenweenie. (2012)
  9. Hellraiser/Nightbreed/Lord of Illusions.
  10. A Nightmare on Elm Street/A Nightmare on Elm Street 2.
  11. Cabin in the Woods.
  12. Halloween 4/5

Photo: The Spooky Goth Bailey.