Call a Spade a Spade

What am I supposed to do now? I can't watch repeats of Seinfeld anymore. Kramer? Kramer is a racist!!!

There's no other word for it. For the tirade. RACIST!!

As far as Kramer was concerned, the black people heckling him were not even entitled to speak his name. How dare these people who were so far beneath him, look him in the eye and tell him he wasn't funny. It's as if the black hecklers in that comedy club were standing in a grocery store in Money, Mississippi and whistled at a white woman.

Kramer said to them "if it were 50 years ago, you'd be hanging from a tree with a fork up your ass." That statement is from his core. That's Bull Connor racist.

Now he's running around apologizing - to Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson - I don't remember voting them as my proxy. I won't him to apologize in a room alone, to Suge Knight.

And what's he apologizing for? He meant what he said and he said what he meant. We know he's only apologizing because there is some deal in jeapardy, some new sitcom he was working on has now been cancelled.

He just blew his chance to be on next seasons "Dancing with the Stars."

And what timing. He revealed himself just as Jerry Seinfeld was out promoting the release of the 7th season of Seinfeld on DVD. I'll bet those DVD's are flying off the shelves in Mississippi.

It's a sad day when a rich, white celebrity can't get a break.

It's Our Anniversary

Five years. Me and Ms. Roz. Five years today.

Earlier this week, we went to the restaurant where we had our very first date. A little Italian bistro in Chelsea. By chance, the waiter seated us at the exact same table.

Our first date was 7 years ago.

Do you know the story? I'll tell you.

Roz and I were both actors. We each answered an add in Backstage for a short film. Somehow we made it through the piles and piles of headshots that I'm sure were received and we were called in to audition.

Here's the kicker. The part Roz ended up playing (the lead as she always reminds me) was written for a man, but the director liked her so much he changed it to a woman. The part I auditioned for I was really too young for, but the director liked my audition so much, he wrote a little part for me. The director's name is Jono, he and his wife and newborn were at our wedding.
The name of the short film is "The Window."

The Window - A glimpse - there's a poetic connection to be made, I'm afraid I'm not deep enough to make it.

Now here we are. In life together.
In wedded life.
In family life.
In business life.

All the billions of people in the world - Yet the randomness of this union feels like it's supposed to be this way. Give a shout out to the Man!!

Toast to our friends in the 5 year married/toddler club - Gerald and Stephanie, Charles and Nathania.

And of course to my beloved-
Roz
Rozzie
Rosalyn
Roz Coleman
Rosalyn Coleman Williams - thank you for randomly selecting to make me yours.

Love and 5 more and 5 more and 5 more...

His Majesty

Damn I'm tired. What time is it? 6:30am. I went to bed at 3am.

Writing that damn blog.

Why am I up? I'm not really up. I'm sitting here on the edge of the bed. Want to lay back down but I can't - he's there.

The little one - the boy. My son. In our bed. Again.

He's in the middle of the bed - sprawled out like the King of Siam. He has the nerve to snore. Roz has been pushed to the edge, her head is literally resting on the nightstand. If I lie back down he'll put his clawed feet into my kidney. I have to cut those toenails.

How did he get in our bed? Somebody broke the rule. I know who it was, but I'm not allowed to say.

If I try and put him back in his bed, he'll be up in 15 minutes. I'll just go sleep on the couch. If I can get up, but I can't. I'm just sitting here, staring into space. Wishing my bed were bigger, wishing Coleman were in his own bed, wishing I could turn back the clock to midnight, wishing I wasn't so tired.

"Juice Daddy, I want juice." I musta been wishing too loud.

The King of Siam is up.