Coming soon to Joe Klocek.com; blog!

I talked to Joe tonight. He's at a gig that he had been warned by other comics was a nightmare. (He was told to bring a bottle with him. Eek.) So, I called him earlier today because I was ... well, not concerned but hoping he was wrong about how bad it would be. He wasn't there so I left a message and a few hours later he called back.

He offered up the idea of an online journal a little apologeticly, he said he'd like it if it weren't too taxing for me to set it up. The funny thing is that I was thinking about offering it up to him. I didn't want him to take time away from writing bits, so I didn't bring it up.

Since he brought it up, I then told him about an idea I had concerning Shecky magazine.com and writing them to see if they would like to do an interview with him or a monthy column. Joe liked the idea so after the blog is up and running for awhile I'm going to send a link to Shecky.com and see what they think.

I'm very excited about this.

All singing and dancing Buffy.

I'm embarrassed to say that I've started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I turned to it once when I wondered if Spike was on because I wanted to call Di and she loves the Spikester. Someone said something funny and I was hooked. I've been watching it ever since.

Anyway, yesterday's episodes were cut down to one because of a movie that FX was showing at 5:30, so I recorded the two shows this morning. One was a very good Halloween episode but the second was a singing and dancing episode that makes me happy to be alive. I might have to keep this tape.

Gah. Another obsession. Is there room in my head? And if there isn't, what gets removed? Or is obsession like love in the respect that the more you feel the more there is? That's a frightening thought. Obsession is the darker side of love, the fear side of love. The need to collect and hoard and be the owner of something/one.

Now I feel happy to be alive and dirty.

Things are back to normal.

Diane's Dream

In the dream Diane wakes up and sees that there is a door at the foot of her bed and it's open. A backlit figure steps up to the door and enters. The figure is large and frightening; it has the look of Alien. It moves up to her side of the bed where it smooths her blankets, tucks her in and exits.

Now why can't I have nightmares like that?