The Luna Park Gazette

"...that'll be me." I don't usually care for country music but I find this particular title fits very nicely in my relationship with Blue. Blue*(Not Her Real Name Either)--I don't know why I'm protecting these people since they are surely not innocent--was the one I met in my movie club who was kind of a friend, though I was hoping for a lot more (sex). She sent me an email today suggesting we hook up, and adding that it might be awkward since I now know she has been dating (humping) this fellow for the last two months. How nice. Me, I can barely get a kiss on the cheek and this other guy gets the New Year's Eve pipe job in Vermont. But, awkward?!?! Oh, perish the thought, I'm perfectly comfortable with this. My ass. I'm not comfortable, I am miserable, angry and hurt and I don't want to see Blue ever again, goodbye, see you later, don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out. I believe most of this is my fault, bec...

It's almost midnight and I've managed to avoid just about every news item about the coronation of President Jethro. If it wasn't for Air America, I'm be on top of a tall building with a salad shooter spraying the people below with raw zuccini. What happened to my country? I turned away for a second and it turned into Mayberry 666. What the f...? On the personal note, I had a job interview yesterday and I've got another one coming up on Tuesday. Christ, I think it's easier to fake an orgasam than it is to show interest in these suck-ass positions. Dating is somewhat less successful, as Annie *(not her real name) has apparently given me the slip. Don't know what I did wrong, but hope I had some fun doing it. I don't feel like following after this one to find out what happened. I believe the early stage of a relationship is like a jet in take-off. You need to reach the high altitudes quickly, without any problems or you'll be splattered all over the ru...

I am born... All right, let's get this show on the road. This is my first post on my first blog. I am 47, marooned in Brooklyn without a job, wife or children. Most of my big dreams have crashed and burned like the Hindenburg, but that hasn't stopped me from climbing on the next bag of hot air and heading back into the sky. Before being laid off I was a reporter for several years, a profession I never really cared for, other than it allowed me a chance to write. I confess I got a lot of great experiences out of journalism, but then I looked up and 15 years had gone by. Getting a job and getting a lover seem to have a lot in common. You want them, you need them, but as soon as you get them, you're thinking, "Jesus, I gotta get the hell out of this." You usually settle for them, taking a job/lover you're not too crazy about just to meet the immediate needs of paying the bills or companionship (Sex). You've got to go through rigorous examinations ...