I’m 7 songs into the new Beck CD, so far, so good. Beck’s got the blues and he’s got ‘em bad. I don’t mind a sad song. That’s life; it can’t all be beer and candy bars.
I walked by my car last night and I’m happy to report that the snow is melting nicely. I should be able to take her for a spin by Saturday.
I don’t have a lot on my mind right now. I just listened to music and flipped the channels around last night. I also put in some quality cat time. I introduced some new cat toys. My cats were amazed for about 5 seconds. I tried.
I’m thinking about ending today’s diary here for today. I’m kind of tired right now. My Wednesday was one for the books. Where are those books anyway? To make my diary a little longer, I’m just going to steal an old diary from my former intern, Rick. The link to Rick’s website is on my links page. So, without further adieu, here’s some stuff I stole from Rick’s website:
(From Rick’s site)
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
I say the same things every week And in keeping with that grandois tradition: I just watched my tape of last nights “24.” I started watching laying on my bed. Then I was sitting at the edge of the bed. Then, by the last 10 minutes I was standing up. Inches from the television with my hand over my mouth. SHOCKING! I kind of had a feeling that the craziness was just a tactic, but still, when you see it happen it makes you jump. I jumped. I literally jumped while watching this show. I remember when I saw Panic Room in the theatre and how I thought it was so extremely suspenseful and I was on the edge of my seat. Nothing compared to this seasons ’24.’ It makes me want to see last seasons, but– I kind of like just going on from here. Going backward seems counter-productive.
That’s probably why I put off watching any new Soprano’s until I saw all of the old ones.
–That’s it! God Bless America. Bigger diary tomorrow, I promise.
Hello Wednesday. It doesn’t seem like a Wednesday; having a blizzard really kills a week. The blizzard’s over, things are back to normal and soon the snow will turn to rain. There’s something very peaceful about snow. I remember when I was in high school taking my dog for a long walk in the snow. At one point, we were just sitting there in almost total silence: man and dog at one with the world, not a care in the world — I loved that dog — his name was Max.
My Tuesday wasn’t so great. I picked that day to break in my new jeans. I’m a big guy and at a certain point my jeans have to give a little in certain unnamed strategic places. The damn things never gave! I’m going to send them back; they fit better in the store. I know I said this before but I’m still trying to recover from my bleaching accident. Bleach one load of colored clothes and you’re screwed!
Here’s a meaningless
photo of my jeans
I have to wear these snow boots to work and they’re uncomfortable. I bought them for $8 bucks at a discount store. I’m not going to buy new boots because of one storm; I’ll continue to suffer. I do change into sneakers at work. But the sneakers I keep at work for emergencies are equally as uncomfortable as the boots! So, in short, I was a mess yesterday. Once I find good clothes again, I’m going to buy 10 of everything. Sensible solution? Probably not but it makes for a good read.
I have one more complaint about yesterday. I got home, chilled out and after a while, it hit me – I have beer in the fridge! I missed the chance to raise my maxing and relaxing to a whole new level.AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Such is life.
If my Dad were alive to read today’s diary he probably would have said: bitch and moan, bitch and moan. Ha ha. If you think I bitched and moaned too much today, I’d just like you to reread the part about my jeans. In two thousand and three, a man shouldn’t have to go through the day constantly pulling his pants up!
God Bless America.
I’m going to begin today with a new feature to BobBorden.com. I call it: BobBorden.com Issues a Press Release. Here’s my statement:Leave Michael Jackson alone! Michael, you know where to reach me – keep your head up. That was BobBorden.com Issues a Press Release — Thank you, thank you very much.
How about the Blizzard of 2003?! I think we got about 20 inches of snow! I woke up yesterday morning with the daunting task of getting to work. But I’ve been through this before. Back in 1996, we got about the same amount of snow. So, I had a blueprint of how I’d go about the day, which was nice. It was cool walking through Hoboken at 7 am. I walked from my house to the PATH train without setting foot on a sidewalk. I just walked on the paved roads the whole way. I think I had to move once for a car. I made the best of it. I was dressed in layers, with earmuffs, a hat, boots, gloves and two scarves. I was so satisfied that I made it to work. I think I must be insane, ha ha.
I worked hard yesterday and by the time I was ready to go home, I was beat. I put all my garb on again and reversed my journey. I have to tell you that stepping over all that snow makes bobby thirsty! I walked about 5 or 6 blocks more until I found a store that was open. It was worth it, nothing like ending a Blizzard with a tall cool one. While I was walking around, I came across my car.
My car is in that snow pile somewhere. The temperature should get above freezing for the rest of the week, so I’m not too worried about my ride. OH man, what a day!
That’s it for today’s diary and that’s it for BLIZZARD 2003!
God Bless America.
Purple Rain is the greatest American cinematic experience ever! OK, I’d put it behind Easy Rider and Two-Lane Blacktop. But it’s still pretty darn good.
My weekend started off on Friday night. Tiffany and I had some Chinese food and played Blackjack for fun. Now that I think about it, it was an anti-Valentine’s Day evening. Pretty fun.
Saturday, I woke up around 1 – really late for me, it felt great. I couldn’t get motivated to do anything. Then around 5:30 I heard the laundry mat calling my name. I was halfway there and this nice woman asked me if I was going to do my laundry. Turns out, they were closing in 10 minutes, damn! I carried my laundry back to the apartment and regrouped. I decided to just go get some dinner and buy some scratch-off lotto tickets. Saturday night! Ha ha. What was the excitement of the night? I won $45! That’s about as good as it gets for scratch-off tickets. I’m not going to buy anymore. Not today anyway, ha ha.
Sunday. I woke up around 9, got a shower and drove to Nutley to do my laundry. I haven’t been there in a long time. While my clothes were washing I walked over to the store next door and bought some shoes.
Bob bought new shoes
After laundry, I drove to the A & P. It was so crowded! I’m guessing that everyone was loading up before the big snowstorm. This winter didn’t disappoint; if it’s not snowing, it’s freezing cold – there’s always been something going on.
That’s it for today. I’m cutting it short because I guessing that everyone has today off. Enjoy your day.
God Bless America.
Walking home last night I felt like I was in a movie. Smoke was in the air, helicopters were flying overhead and streets were blocked off. First I thought it could have been a terrorist strike, you never know these days. It turns out it was a three-alarm fire. Later, I saw a few ambulances race down my street. I hope no one was seriously injured.
The bus ride home was another surreal experience. First, the driver is 100% nuts. This guy likes to get on the mic and talk to the people. His rap goes something like this: “Welcome, this is the bus to Hoboken, the time is 9:33 and the temperature is currently 18 degrees on planet earth. The first available stop is 19th Street” and so on – he does not like to be off the mic for long. Now, don’t get me wrong, I like a friendly driver but when you factor in that the guy is driving like a maniac, it’s a little too much.
The second odd thing — this small, older foreign man is on the left of the bus and a nice looking group of ladies are on the right. The man starts talking to the ladies in his native tongue. The ladies play along and then ignore the man because they can’t understand him. Then, and I like this move; the man offers the ladies candy. To their credit, they didn’t take the candy. The bus stops, the guy is walking off the bus, he stops in front of one of the women and pats her on the head! I couldn’t believe it! And neither could they! The lady said she was going to go home and take a bath, smart move. Damn small foreign guys – they can get away with anything.
After I got off the bus and before I noticed the smoke, I bought some scratch-off lotto tickets. I won $6 on Thursday and wanted to let that ride. I’m happy to report that I won!
Bob won again!
This time I won $8! That’s sweet money! I’m going to let it ride again. I’ll let you know what happens on Monday.
So this is Valentine’s Day?! Big deal.
That’s it! I want to wish my friend Tiffany a very Happy Birthday on Saturday!
God Bless America.