Good morning! Hello. How are you? I am okay. Out of sorts! I overslept by 90 minutes! I guess I forgot to set my alarm. Instead of the usual seven and a half hours of sleep — which is plenty of sleep for me — I got nine hours. On the one hand, this is awesome, maybe I’ll do it forever, why am I getting up so early this is so dumb. On the other hand, I do not feel any more rested. And I am writing these words right now much later in the morning. This is good, in the sense that I’ve been up for a while, my brain is functioning better, and I’ve had time to think of a few topics: really is kind of insane trying to write something that interesting every day first thing in the morning.
On the other hand, I am writing this right now with Jane sitting next to me staring at the screen. Say hi Jane.
“Hi!” Jane said. “We’re talking about Jane and the Good Morning Hello How Are You Thing. The writing thing. We’re having fun today! Jane said. Jane said,” Jane said as she raised her arms in the air and started giggling uncontrollably.
“I look so happy. What am I going to do today. I am going to do my words. I need to type a little bit of my height. Maybe I’m going to do a very good job.” Jane turned to her computer, sitting next to mine, typed in her password and hit return. Her browser held blankslate.io, a note writing app. She started typing.
This is why I do my writing first thing in the morning. All writing with Jane degenerates into me writing down what she says while she laughs uncontrollably. Got off easy today.
There was no Vital Times in the new dozen eggs this morning. But GMHHAY reader Laura wrote in to say that not only did she have a Vital Times, it was a new edition! I sam so jealous. It did occur to me, though, that I could check the four dozen other eggs in the fridge to see if any of the other dozens have Vital Times. But I am not going to ruin the suspense.
Decided yesterday I’m definitely not going to Boston for Mercury Rev. I refunded the ticket. I feel okay about this decision. I will see all you awesome New Englanders in May and I was only going to see like the six of you that felt like going to Mercury Rev and the Brian Jonestown Massacre anyway. Which, to be sure, would have been great. But this is better. Plus I have a talk at the Miami Ad School the night before that will run kind of late and it all just made me feel a bit overwhelmed. Plus I want to garden. Plus the CDC announced today that if you’re over 50 you can get a second booster if it’s been four months since your first, and by the time we go to Boston on our May trip, I will be, gulp, over 50, so I will have an extra booster! I feel good about that.
Also very excited we are going to be in Salem, MA for World Goth Day.
Sold a CD by Boymerang this morning, the post-Bark Psychosis electronica project by Graham Sutton. I loved Bark Psychosis so much. And I was so excited for Boymerang. And, I mean, Boymerang is fine, but they were very electronica and it was just a little bit disappointed. And then I was thinking about how bands in the 90’s that you really liked eventually just went electronica. Some people fucking loved it, but other people did not. Radiohead. Those Ned’s remixes by Black Dog. New Order, I guess would be the obvious one. Chapterhouse to some extent. I am forgetting some other obvious ones. It felt like it just kept happening. Or at the very least they’d get a Madchester dancey drum beat behind them. It was very divisive! And it is occuring to me that it is a lot like web3 is these days. A bunch of people dive in, a bunch of people are annoyed and want to keep things real. Web3 is the new 90’s indie band getting a drum machine I guess.
Someone needs to reboot the Warlock franchise it would be so awesome we need a time-traveling demon sci fi story is there any modern analog to Warlock? Also Julian Sands is still acting and he is aging quite well. I think Hulu or FX would be best for this Warlock reboot, and I think Julian Sands definitely needs a role in it. Maybe even the Warlock again who says what age a Warlock must look when it manifests itself on earth? I mean, look at this guy:
Ideally Richard E Grant would make an appearance again, and he would also shout “This is Tremont Street” in a modern version of Boston except this time there would be a giant fancy movie theater and no Combat Zone, no Playland. It would be a knowing easter egg for all the Bostonian Warlock fans out there, you know who you are. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I think both Richard E Grant and Julian Sands could reprise their roles. They would really just be in the first season, though. By the end of the first season, the Warlock would suffer a significant setback and be sent back to hell, but not before a clueless FBI agent accidentally left open a portal as a means for the Warlock to return in season 2. Richard E Grant’s character would be killed in the final confrontation, but he would win like he did in the original movie. Then season 2 would be a new actor for the Warlock, maybe Vico Ortiz who played Jim in Our Flag Means Death. And Richard E Grant would have handed his knowledge over to the woman who was helping him, originally played by Lori Singer but in the reboot would be played by Jordan Loughran, who currently plays Tempest in Raised by Wolves. Season 2 would be awesome and would take place in Akkra.
Yesterday on our walk we ran into neighbor Bob who was on his stoop and Jane said “Hi Bob! Bob do you like to have fun?” and she sounded just like that guy at the show who asks you if you wanna party when he means do you want to go do drugs with him. She is a little pusher.
It is allergy season and I’m out of Azelastine and every CVS in the Triangle is out of Azelastine so I had to call my ENT doctor and ask them to move the prescription to my other, local pharmacy, except the ENT doctor line is a complete joke, they never answer the phone, they make you leave detailed messages then scold you not to leave a second one even though they never call you back. Somehow things do get done but you never know they’re getting done. And you’re constantly worried that it isn’t gonna get done. And here it is about 24 hours since I called them to move the prescription and no callback, no new prescription, nothing, and I am feeling increasinly more like ass every day and it’s been over a week now and it sucks. Also Jane is constantly sneezing and I think she inherited our allergies, I mean, why would she not we both have them bad. Is it insane to give a 4 year-old an allergy test?
I wrote my monthly letter to Jane yesterday and it was the second one where I had to write about the war in Ukraine and probably the tenth one where I say something along the lines of “god I hope the world is better when you’re older and if it’s not I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I was such a naive optimist.” Super fun times. Can’t shake the feeling she’s going to read this whole thing and just judge our entire generation for its selfishness.
Okay well cheery thought I’m gonna go I feel discombobulated and out of sorts and still have to write my 750 Words and it’s officially on the work clock so I feel guilty about all this because I usually get all this done before I’m “on the clock” as it were.
Got a punkish playlist for you today. Some old, lotta new. Lotta songs cuz punk songs are really short. Except Flipper, apparently. And Chumbawumba.
Here’s to not oversleeping tomorrow!
As a Boston-based Warlock fan, I don't see why Julian Sands and Richard E Grant would need to be replaced at any point. I also think there are a lot of good cemeteries in which they have not filmed. Including the one on my street.