"The-rapist"

Around a year ago at this time, I posted about how I was so proud of myself that I charged up a ridiculous amount of money on my Visa card to get a personal trainer. Well, what a difference a year makes. The trainer is still around, my body has grown a lot (still a work in progress though!) and one year later I figured why not take another interesting foray into self-improvement and get myself a shrink. After all, given all of the emotional scarring of 2005, a therapist (or "the-rapist" as Jay calls it) might be a great way to get some insight into what makes me tick and maybe me help me to understand myself a little bit better. Without getting too esoteric, I will simply state that after only 3 or 4 sessions, I really believe that the "the-rapist" was an excellent decision. It's so much fun to sit there and ramble for 45 minutes to someone who is in no way judging you. It definately makes me feel better about myself.

In other news, I'm happy to report that after two long years of hemming and hawing, Hosh Gureli has finally "officially" made himself my manager and Marc Katz has signed on to be my booking agent. That's a fuckin dream team and a half right there, if I do say so myself. I couldn't have orchestrated it better!

Now I'm ready to conquer the world. And make some money in the process!!

Resolutions

The Christmas season is officially over. All the holiday madness has come and gone, and now we're left with the shitty post-Christmas winter. It's nothing but frozen tundra between now and March, boys and girls.

The Christmas season was rather interesting this year. The best gift of all didn't come from a present under the tree, but from an unlikely source: the MTA, in the form of a transit strike, the first the city has seen since 1980. Being that Bill was away on vacation, coming into work was not even a thought. While some of my bitter friends who were forced to commute, may have frowned upon me, I was on freakin' vacation!





I couldn't find a picture from Google image search of commuters walking across the Brooklyn Bridge from the strike. I did find this one from the 1980 strike though, which doesnt have the same effect because its all 1980-ish. Those people are all old now. Here is also a picture of zombies walking across the Brooklyn Bridge from the end of the movie "Zombie", also from 1980. Hmmm...





Now I've totally thrown myself off the point. I think I was going to make fun of the people walking across the bridge and say something about my hard commute laying in my bed until 12 o'clock the whole week. Then somehow zombies got involved. I apologize.

So on to Christmas, I finally joined the rest of the human race and got an iPod nano. It's a 2 gig Nano, which doesn't hold a ton of music, but considering I listen to the same shit over and over again, it more than serves it purpose. Now I don't have to feel embarassed holding a clumsy looking Sony Discman. I feel so special with my Nano.

We spent New Years at Jessica's house. There were about 15 of us there. We were all pretty trashed. Good times.

Speaking of Good Times, I've forged an unhealthy attachment to the Evans family lately. I never paid too much attention to this show in the past, but for some reason, the TV Land marathon last month got me hooked. Jay and I sit and watch the show and laugh like it's 1974. I even used my $20 Barnes and Noble giftcard on the Season 1 DVD (like I'm going to buy books). This is just another sign of how strange I actually am. Esther Rolle evokes laughter from me, as does John Amos. And when J.J. says "Dyn-o-mite", I just lose it. Hell, I'll even take the crappy, post-jump the shark episodes with Janet Jackson.



My second family.

Christmas has come and gone, and the holiday season is but a mere memory, marked by discarded Christmas trees on the curb. Hopefully 2006 will continue the upward trend- starting with the horrible dregs of 2004 and the moderately improved 2005. I guess time will tell.