ha, ha, ha haaaa!

yeah baby! HAPPY MOTHERFUCKING NEW YEAR! yeah! you gotta say "MOTHERFUCKING," because you need that profane emphasis. [smirk!] if you haven't noticed, i have an unmedically diagnosed severe case of sarcoleptic observatia. i tend to lapse in and out of it at a moment's notice.

wow, this has really been a momentous 365.25 days for me. let me take this time out to draw your attention to the glaring evidence of human imperfection and inefficiency in the face of nature and universal law. if you're not truly aware of why there is a .25 of a day and leap year and all that shit, it's because humans are not in tune with nature. natural perpetual time does not coincide with the anthropomorphic version of time to which we humans adhere. [huh?] simply stated, time as most people know and recognize it does not exist in reality. nature keeps it's own painfully accurate time with which the calendar we live by in most European/Judeo-Christian social settings does not coincide. long story short, the calendar is fucked up. rather than fix it, there's a .25 day at the end of each year and we see the previous 3 year's .25's added to the 4th year to make it leap year. damn inefficient humans. always trying to circumvent and/or control nature. DOH!

well, i have to say i've written more than i thought i would, but i am not satisfied with what i've written. there have been several entries that i wanted to make that i just never did. shit, it took me all day today to finally do this one. [hope this damn PC doesn't crash...] as a matter of fact, hold on...[saving blog entry as draft]...okay, that's done. now where were we...oh yeah, i've got quite a bit to say on a regular basis. my intention, notice i did not say resolution, for the 2G6 is to make far more frequent entries. as a matter of fact, i'm gonna email this shit to a few people as soon as i finish this entry. whether cats continue to peep the works after that is neither here nor there. as i told a former co-worker, who later shafted the hell out of me in a royally fucked up fashion, i don't write for exposure. i write for expression. now make like a shovel and pull some dirt up on that shit...

you're 2005 at 11:59.59.99 + 00.00.00.01

PEACE & BLESSINGS

straight uppedness...

or i suppose i could say straight stupidness. just add a li'l "st" and it would probably cover the same issue. moving on...

today is my poppo's b-day. hooray! NOT.

it's going on 3 years that i cutoff my paternal extendeds. it's sad but necessary. what a group of assholes. i can't recall at the moment if i've already addressed this here or not, but it's amazing to me that i have managed to become who i am knowing where i came from. i mean this genetically, biologically, emotionally and socially. how in the hell did i come from such idiots? i'm a pretty sociable guy. i gets my talk on. in fact, i'm sure you'd find tons of cats that'd say, "yeah that guy can talk. sometimes he just needs to STFU!" heh! heh! heh! it's cool though 'cause i know i tend to run at the mouth. as a result, except for times when i'm hyped or momentarily overzealous, i will cut myself short. all that to say this: i tend not to openly communicate, except on the business tip, with people whom i find exhibit inferior intellect. i don't think i'm an intellectual snob. i just have an emotionally and socially allergic reaction to...STUPIDITY!

that said, my parents, yes both of them, have shown themselves to be professional cultivators of just such crops of idiocy. the amazingly sick thing about it is they're both college graduates. and if that don't kill ya', they're both teachers by trade. shit! how is it that professionally intellectually trained individuals could double as professionally ignorant asswipes ('swipes)? dunno, but it happened to me like lightening striking twice.

hey my bad if the blog seems a li'l serious today, but fuck it. i ain't all jokes and sarcasm all the time...well, yes i am, but this is serious sarcasm. i could fill plenty of entries with the stories of my misadventures w/my dopey parents. getting away from both of them is the best thing that i've ever done short of finishing undergrad after dropping out of college 2X. oddly enough, the circumstances of my dropouts were intricately entwined with the asininity of my predecessors. coincidence? hells to the niggity-no w/a big ass capital N to the O. YEABUH!

well, that's that for now. since nobody reads this damn thing, i'm not too concerned with how to deal w/any comments. feedback is great i suppose, but i don't write this shit for people to respond. i write to get this shit off my chest. if somebody gets something out of it, cool. if not then fuck it. i ain't mad at nobody about anything like that right about now. shit, i'm too busy being mad at George the Liar and the Nut Brigade...

make like Osama and the war on terrorism...

PEACE

oh snizzie sho fizzie...

got pulled over by the five zero last night. not cool. it was my fault though. i was going too fast to stop at the red light w/o being in the middle of the intersection, so i kept going. [BAD MOVE DUDE!] just so happened to be a squizzie at the spizzie. it worked out cool in the end, but it was somewhat irritating for experiences sake. when they got me to pull over they put that bright assed light on the hood in my side mirror. the fuck is that all about? it was like hey let's play blind the driver. i don't need to see to drive anymore. [sheesh!] anyways, once i adjusted my eyeballs to the highly contrasted lighting environment, i attempted to follow the officer's directions. i got my license out and proceeded to locate my ins & reg. i don't know if it was taking me too long or what, but dude asked for just my license and let me go w/a warning? [whew!] gotta stop doing that sheezle. as if i do that on a regular basis...

on another driving tip, what's up with you drivers that lean on your horn? since when does honking the horn at an incesently irritating frequency. actually, the frequency is not so much an issue as the honking itself in utterly inappropriate situations. be warned, if you do this whilst motoring behind my vehicle, expect to experinece significant delays and potential sudden stoppages of vehicular operation. get it! stop doing that shit 'sholes. i drive safely for the most part, so don't friggin' honk at me 'cause i'm not driving like the 'shole you are! da-da! yeah i'm sleepy, but i mean it about the honking 'shole.

make like Chris Rock hosting the Academy Awards...

PEACE

half a dollar = no sense

what the hell was this guy's team thinking? "oh yeah, we gonna get pizaid off this media blitz..." com'on man...a movie, a game and a recent album release. somehow someone thought that if Smemin could do a semi-autobiographical flick and even get an Oscar (what the hell was that?), why we can do it for Curtis too...DOH!

sorry buddy, your story is getting tired. personally, i'm not even curious. IMDB, my buddy for flick info, makes it pretty clear that cats are not running out to check out this recycled dealerella story. it's yaaawwwwn tired...

sad it doesn't take much to get this type of personal propaganda on the market.

make like tub water after the pulled plug

PEACE

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driving whilst peering thru your rectum!

this is a tribute to all the assholes that honk while sitting in traffic situations as if honking changes the situation at all.  it is especially for those who deem it necessary to pull up behind Ineeda and i while we're handling our business and honk because i am not moving at a rate that is satisfactory to them.  damn, i thought i was driving.  what is this horn intimidation or something?  these dorks are all over.  if you're reading this and saying "well, you should move faster, " then you're likely one of these horn-dorks.  if you are, stop that shit.  here is what will happen if you do it whilst idling in the rear of Ineeda.  we will either move even slower or better yet, STOP!  that's right we will stop in the middle of whatever roadway we happen to be operating.  this is of course with all consideration given to safety.  if you don't like this then too bad.  stop leaning on your damn horn and leave earlier if you're in such a hurry to get nowhere.

 

sheesh...

 

make like a cassette after the eject's been pressed

 

PEACE

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well what the hellburger is going on here!?!

yessir, good old septa is on strike once again. i gotta say with zest, zeal and bitter verbiage, YOU SUCK! what the hell? i'm forced to ponder the fact that police officers don't seem to strike. firefighters don't seem to strike. even the often woefully mismanaged employees of Illadelph don't seem to strike. what is the freakin' problem?! all of these groups of well paid employees have unions, but only SEPTA workers seem to be unable to iron out contract differences between the union and management w/o a strike. and i swear, if this is about health benefits, SEPTA workers need to get a grip. how about NONE for a health benefit? instead of bitching about paying a copay (i just recently became insured and i pay a $10/$15 copay) how about no insurance at all! what a-holes. greed is a sickening thing. meanwhile all the commuters in the area have to suffer twice. how's that you ask? first we have to suffer because we cannot get around w/o driving. in a city that's bullshit. PT is damn near a necessity in any truly urban area. SEPTA knows this and is leveraging our need to acheive some bullshit ass goal. second, we are suffering because of the extra traffic volume caused by the increased presence of the drivers who normally leave their vehicles parked somewhere while using PT. I-76 is already a woefully inadequate interstate. now it's backups are even more tedious, gratuitous and irritating. this morning i literally parked on EB I-76 for at least 5 minutes and was going no faster than 15mph for about 20 minutes. hooray! i'd like to take this time to thank all striking SEPTA workers for increasing the displeasure with Illadelph life experience level. 'swipes!

make like a C bus on Broad Street

PEACE

dig daggum...

want a cell phone quick? get that sheazle on the izle. huh? i said get it off the web man! yessir. i ordered my phone(s) on Wednesday evening and they came FedEx the next afternoon. wow! got 2 brand new Nokia phizzles for frizzle. huh? got'em for free knuckle neck. that's right, for freeeee! well not actually, but i didn't have to pay for anything in advance to cop the phone(s). hot! hot! yuppers! can you tell i'm amped? [sarcasm] wanna know where i copped from? sure you do [even though no one peeps this blog...]. check it & wreck it bobo nizzle:

get your phizzle(s) hizzle. [this has been edited, 'cause the original site was full of shit!]

or you can get GYell...nah! that's a whole other ball game. catch! boogiedie bang'em.

i am so dallyo stiggum tired. haven't slept right in like 3 days. yesterday i slept about 2 hours. the day before that i didn't sleep at all. the day prior to that i slept in the office in my comfortable manager's chair, but it wadn't my bizzed. gotta stop doing that.

Ineeda is such an appropriate name for my rizzide. she needs rear struts, brakes and friggin' tires. she also needs some work on her HVAC unit. once again, for $720 i guess i can't expect too much. she keeps me on the road and making that cheese at the jozzle. hambingidy. what? what!

i told you i was sleepy. got some kizoff in my system now. hopefully it'll keep until i get home or to the laundromat. i never do my laundry when i'm 'sposed to do it. it's been a week and a half and i'm still going to do may laundry. at least it's in the trunk of the car. yeah, notice i said in the trunk. took care of that issue. booyah!

let's see, what else do i want to get off of my heavy ass mind...

i can't stand seeing peeps using cells while driving. it's sick. how about i saw this nut in a Kia sedan w/an infant in his lap. smoker. cats oughta get smacked for sheazle like that...

right then!

trap door under your feet...

PEACE

i'd like to smack'em...

...but i can't. due to societal and legal constraints, i must refrain from the use of violence to achieve personal satisfaction in the context of conflict resolution and/or assessment of oppositional circumstances. "why what in the hey-burger is he babbling about," you may ask? i shall provide some examples.

1. you fools who talk on the phone while hurtling through space encased in 1+tons of metal and fiberglass.

2. the intellectually invalid individuals who seem to think that littering is justifiable because
a)the neighborhood is already dirty
b)there is no parental guidance to the contrary
c)the sanitation worker(s) will get it

3. intellectually lazy individuals

4. republicans

5. democrats

6. politicians in general...(beat'em all one at a time!)

7. anybody who looks like they have a permanent smirk/smile on their grill (make whatever inferences you desire here)...i ain't talkin'bout George Clooney either (worst Batman/Bruce Wayne ever)

8. you cats that accelerate to pass me while i'm driving and end up being the car directly in front of me at the next red light...duh!

realistically, how would the world be if i were permitted to just mollywop these and various other offensive individuals and/or those responsible for the commission of such offensive acts. ahhh! one can only speculate...

i'm not a violent person. not really. i'd just like to-oh yeah, i already said that...

find the opposite side of the door

PEACE

what da dealie yo!

testing, testing, 1-2-3...

yea, yea, i'm on the mesh and lipping a theme
sometime it takes that to realize dreams
never been one motivated by cream
deceived by appearance as looking seems
to have best dressed
as unwilling guest
forth effort that's best
put nevertheless
least of concerns
is the earnings theirs
i owe my strivings
to my heirs
don't want them
to face what i have
at least not without
the knowledge i've grabbed
at life take a stab
with chance to succeed
beyond superficial
as wound that bleeds
i'm talking permanent
tissue scarred
graphic but drastic
measures are
sometimes required
and often then
found the sole means
of accomplishing
one's true goals
in the path of life
wielding intellect
wisdom's sharpened knife

freestyle skills baby...

you ain't know...

ha! ha!

but anyways, just testing out this email a blog entry
feature.

make like visible when the switch is on off

PEACE

miscellaneous blah...

i am tired as all hell. it's another early morning at the gig. Ineeda needs a good amount of work still. at least the trunk gets fixed Friday. YAAAY! anyways...

had a convo yesterday with the only college friend that i actually maintain. he noted that i seem quite a bit more hostile than what he remembered. life can do that to you.

let's see, i started this entry a couple of days ago. let's just finish this out. you know i'd like to use a profane word or two here and there, but i'm not sure what the policy is for such verbiage. anyway, as i was saying a few days ago (i don't know if this will post w/today's date or the original draft date), life can make you hostile. i suppose i've always had an edge to my mood since i was a kid, but as an adult i'm more like Damon Wayans angry black man character from SNL. it can be funny in reality, but most times it's not. not to get racial (damn near impossible in this society), but any individual who espouses the ideology that racism is non-existent is suffering from a socio-intellectual deficiency.

really though, i'm not racially angry as much as i am socially angry. could be because i'm not financially stable, but i would tend to disagree. just to get this out of the way, CAPITALISM sucks! forget all the sugar coated theories and explanations. any concept or system that stems from Manifest Destiny and finds its basis in the perpetuation and perfection of exploitation of resources is bound to be detrimental and in opposition to universal law. remember, capitalism is keyed on the maximized exploitation of available resources. the most valuable resource in human existence and contact is the human. huh? yes, the human. so the basis of capitalism dictates that humans must be exploited to the maximum capacity of profit generation until they are no longer useful for such purposes. how could i not be angry about that?

chew on that for a few (like anyone reads this...)

make like summer at the autumnal equinox

PEACE

confessions of a vinyl junkie...

yes, i'll cop to the charges. i love records. f*@k CD's, what is a cassette and mp3's don't have grooves. don't get it twisted, lifted or confused. i ain't the bestest DJ at all, but i've got my 12's and i've got a small collection of about 1500 or so pieces of truly loved vinyl. ok, there are 1 or 2 pieces that i don't love, but they came from the record pool. i need a new mixer and some studio monitors for what i really want to be doing (mixing & producing), but that's another post.

there's nothing on the planet like vinyl for audio. maybe it's the hypnotic path that the stylus follows while the 12 spins one of my favorite pieces. maybe it's that slightly irritating yet rhythmic static sound that's heard when the stylus reaches the back end of the groove and has nowhere else to go. shhhhpt! shhhhpt! shhhhpt! shhhhpt! yeah, that's definitely something you will never hear on a CD or cassette. aaaahhh! the wondrous realm of slip covers, tone arms and slip mats. perhaps i cannot truly explain the attraction, but it exists nonetheless.

VINYL I LOVE YOU!

okay, i'm tripping. i do love vinyl but i'm also tired as all hell. i haven't slept yet today. i need to go to bed before i have to go back in to work tonight. on that note...

make like solar after a supernova...

PEACE

well now, what the figgle dig...

too bad thinking about posting doesn't equal a post. tried to post this morning but maintenance said no...gotta keep the technology rolling.

speaking of technology, i got my 1st full-time chizzle this week and it's already gone. actually, it was gone before i got it. sucks! i was hoping to cop a cellie-cell (not to be confused w/the obesity that is Shellie-shel) w/this pay, but no haps. it's my own fault. if i hadn't lapsed on my last account i probably wouldn't have to make a deposit to get the new one. good news is the deposit is only $150 per line. i recall the 1st time i tried to get an account the requested deposit was a G! whoa said me. Verizon hooked me up though and i didn't have to pay a deposit at all. my credit had cleared up quite a bit at that time (like it's acne or something right). unfortunately, that was about 6 months before i tried to terminate my existence due to an inability to cope with undue life stressors. oddly, i managed to maintain my cell for a few months after my episode of mental dilapidation. in trying to assist my then estranged wife to rectify her cell account, i lost the ability to financially maintain my personal account. ironic seeing as how i got my personal account because of the strange behavior of said estranged wife. anyways, now i owe the great VZW a cool 3 bills and some change for the balance plus the customary early term fee. on my behalf, i must say i tried ever so valiantly to maintain my side of the bargain. i've always said to bill collectors "if i ain't got, i can't give it."

and now to rant about bill collectors: why do they ask you, when you've informed them of what they should already have some idea of with respect to one's brokenness, "can you borrow it from someone?" WTF! i need someone to explain to me how that is in any way shape or form logical. who in their right financial, or any other type of mind, would lend lumps of cash to an obviously financially challenged, borderline indigent individual? i know i wouldn't do it. it's rather absurd to even make such a suggestion. i remember one cat tried to come at my nizeck. he in all his assninity assumed that i was a recipient of public assistance and just did not want to part ways with the measly cash benefits that DPW provides those who do receive benefits. i kindly informed him that i was a chronically un/underemployed college student living with family and not eating much at all. i also told him that he was a victim of this wonderful Eurocentrically capitalist society that we muddle our way through on a daily basis. he was offended that i referred to him as a European and promptly informed me that he was Middle Eastern/Arabic. i kindly pointed out to him that his ethnicity had nothing to do with his social adherence to Eurocentric ideologies of financial stability. he was rather upset by the end of the call. it was his own fault though for making such assumptions. [ass out of u not me] ahh, adventures with bill collectors...

alligator before my crocodile after while

PEACE

geezle weezle...

it began as a normal day and then i decided to purge all the oxygen from my lungs by riding my bike to fast on my way to class. what an experience it was to exist on the brink of consciousness. i wanted to go sit in a bathroom stall, but i had to lock up my bike. i was so friggin' disoriented that it took the wee bits of my consciousness left to get myself to sit on the bike rack and try to refill my lungs. mind you, i rode at the unnecessary high rate of speed so as not to be late for class. irony would have it that i had to wait until i knew who, what and where i was before i locked up my bike and went on to class. in waiting of course i lost the time i had attempted to not miss by riding fast in the first place. [ha! ha! but not really...] this is the 2nd time since i started riding again that i've done this. i must say this time it was far more a frightening experience. more than anything i was concerned with how embarrassing it would be for my big a** to fall out in front of the building while everybody was doing whatever they were doing. it's rather difficult for someone my size to collapse in public in an inconspicuous manner. i suppose it is difficult for any person to have such an experience in public without anyone noticing, but in my case i tend to believe it's that much more noticable. couple that with the distance i actually have to travel to get from up where i am to the ground is enough that i could cause some minor damage to myself and/or my surroundings. fortunately i was able to sit long enough for my lungs to quit panicking and realize that i was at least attempting to provide them with their much needed and sorely missed oxygen. i'm sure in breathing city air, i may not even be breathing much oxygen in the first place, but you get the idea.

ahh! adventures in stupidity. i was thinking. i do that sometimes you know. right now i'm thinking i'm rather sleepy. can't go to sleep though. i don't get paid to sleep. i suppose i don't get paid to make entries in my blog either, but i can do this and still pay attention. multi-tasking is my friend...

speaking of wizerk, today is officially my first day as a full-time employee. [yaaaay!] thanks in advance for your suport and cooperation.

dang i'm sleepy. shift's almost done though...

make like your name is Jack and Ray Charles is singing...

PEACE

what the sheazle!

proud to say i am today my gig employed full-time. excited yes why quite i am which made me write this rhyme. persistent in my effort now seems to have paid off. success is yes the best revenge for those left me naught. to gloat i won't to brag i shant but pleased i sure will be. unlike so many years before this one's been good to me. soon i shall receive my works in form of a degree. although it took what seems so long i feel deservedly that finally i'll have the chance to raise my arms and say, "look at me. i did do it. i graduated yaaaay!"

my apologies for the Seussian lyricism. well, not really, but i thought it'd be nice to say it anyway. i'm obviously in a jipper-skipper mood. i ain't rich, but i am on a path towards more stable financial status. the reality of my financial situation has always been my lack of sustainable income. granted, i have only been at this gig 6 months and there's no guarantee things will go well. but i feel a great deal better than i have for quite some time about my income and various other personal issues that we all deal with as adults. many of these things most people probably take for granted. i'm sure i did as well. perhaps that is what led to the difficulties that i've experienced prior to my current situation. some have called me pessimistic. i prefer to call myself realistic. i don't know if i'd say i'm pragmatic. i've done some off the wall sheazle in my time, but for the most part i'm just trying to pursue my goals.

i didn't really consider in my late teens early 20's that i would become a member of probably the largest economic class of this society: the poor. [ha!ha!] but seriously, i had no reason to believe i would not go to college, graduate and start a wonderful career making 5+ figures with the phat bennies. didn't happen. how about it's taken me damn near the 2nd half of my life so far just to get my bachelor's? how about i almost didn't even live to see this day? of course that would have been my fault entirely. it's odd to me now that i didn't realize sooner in my life that i suffered from depression. at least to the extent that it was severe enough for me to need professional help and intervention. fortunately my persistence at self-termination did not pay off. how about that? i'm sure everyone experiences frustration in life, but with depression it's like it gets magnified to such an extreme level. combine that with the logical aspects of my thought process and you get a dangerous pattern of thoughts that questions why there should be any effort at all if it does not lead to some positive result at some point.

current up status is hopefully going to be a prolonged state of being. i've had some trying days over the past few months, but more often than not i've been able to work through. as always its a work in progress, but progress is the key word. stagnation = frustration = depression = whoa! gotta stay away from that equation at all costs. seeing as how no one really sees this blog yet, guess it doesn't much matter what i suggest, but i'll do it anyway. if you have any doubts whatsoever about your state of mind, seek professional help. it works. it isn't even about medication. i did it and without medication it really made a difference in my approach to my life's conflicts. i was already pretty good at observing myself, but there were some rather significant aspects of my personal and family life that i was in some denial about. i haven't been in about 2 years now, but i'd go back in a minute. can't work out 30+ years worth of issues out in a matter of weeks or even months. that wouldn't seem to make any sense at all if it even slightly true.

well now that's a 1/4 of a mindful for an entry...

make like a pop fly...

PEACE

skiddley be bop da boobie doo...

ha! ha! Mr. Bush i can't stand you. but anyways, Ineeda got her new stereo/CD player today. hooray! no more commercial radio bullsh*t. i truly cannot stand the repetitive nature of the media. even the stations that i do like play the same tracks almost daily. the new BEN/JACK stations are pretty cool for their variety, but that didn't work for me either. guess i just like what i like. most of the artists and songs i dig get airplay never. no longer must i suffer the fate of the woefully programmed airborne blatheratron known as commercial radio. now i gotta get Ineeda that tune-up. she's making more strange noises. it'd be real dorky of me to have a bangin' stereo in my rizzel and it doesn't even run...

make like MJ & the NBA...

PEACE

Ineeda needs a tune-up

gotta get the vehicle to the mechanics in the am before Ineeda ends up being Iparka. the spot i bought the car from claims to have taken a loss by selling it to me for $900. i somehow doubt the validity of the dealer's claim. this guy claims to have paid $1500 for the vehicle. supposed retail, trade-in and private party values are respectively $4,620, $855 and $2,225(all according to www.kbb.com). now when i check for the same year, make, model at http://www.edmunds.com/ i get $1,530, $2,038 and $2,925 for trade-in, private party and retail values respectively. that retail value is a chunk ain't it? that's a $1500+ difference from one estimate to the other. guess which one the dealer used...

anyways, the car is making some new noises which i do not feel all too comfortable about. i wouldn't be as concerned if i had the cash readily available to get the necessary repairs done. i'm worried that some of Ineeda's issues may become aggravated by my repair "budgeting." hopefully all will be well.

i always aim to keep my vehicle for at least 1 year while i save up to get another. it has yet to work out that way. the last 2 vehicles i had ended up at the junkyard with $50 being in my pocket. [yeah!] the first one wasn't that bad because i didn't pay for the car. my aunt gave me her old car. apparently she had not taken all that good care of it. i believe it had an oil leak of some sort. head gasket went on it and the engine seized up whilst being driven unsuspectingly on the expressway. [yaaay! not!] the 2nd ride i paid $1000 for because i did not know that an oil leak means run far away and do not buy. i was putting a case of oil a week into that one. short story shorter, it ran hot and ended up being picked up by the junkman as i mentioned previously. hopefully Ineeda does not suffer such a horrible fate. i plan on making reasonable repairs as long as Ineeda is running and not running me into a hole. i figure as long as i don't spend more than what the vehicle is supposed to be worth i'll be pleased...

do what the red rectangle over the door says...

PEACE

what the follicle...

let us begin...

yackety smackety, blah, blah, blah...

but seriously, 11 years ago i decided to let my hair lock. it has been an interesting journey. i have experienced various forms of discrimination during the past decade because of my appearance. i've had people stare at me, make highly incorrect assumptions about my personal hygiene, make inappropriate physical contact and assume that i am Jamaican/West Indian. the dorkism is abundant.

i'd say of the worst infractions my former immediate family members would have to be the worst of all. let's call my pops Ted for the sake of protecting his stupidity. now Ted takes it upon his hairless self to tell his older jheri curled and balding cousin "hey, come and look at PoCrizzle."

imagine that. as if i was on display at the zoo. incidents such as this have caused me to question the source of my intellect. perhaps it passed a generation on moms and pops side. that's a whole other post though. back to the locks.

why would anyone think that it is okay to just come up and touch my hair? seems like an obvious no no, but it has happened way too many times over the years. i don't know what you've been doing with your hands and fingers. besides if went around touching things because i thought they looked nice or because i was curious about how they felt, i'd probably be locked up with a swollen face. imagine if i just walked around touching every booty i see because i want to see what it feels like. people do crazy things. and believe me asking doesn't make it any better. again, how would i sound if walked up to some woman and said "your ass is really nice. can i palm it and see what it feels like?"

it ain't happenin'...

make like three strikes...

PEACE

"it's a bright, bright, bright, bright sunshiny day..."

i can see clearly now your moms is gone...

GTA tag is a fun imaginary game with rules i chose not to detail at this juncture of blogness. what to say...

work was good today. not that my current means of revenue generation is particularly bad any day, but i felt good about work today. due to certain stipulations of my employment, i will not get into it in any detail. i'll just establish the fact that i am legitimately employed for a reputable firm. no, i am not a lawyer.

now i remember what i wanted to discuss...

hodges podges...

let's see...

T.O. is an A-Hole. i'm tempted to say his agent is as well, but dude was like this before Rosenhaus. what a dizork. how can you ever consider him a professional when he gets kicked out of training camp? maybe he thought it was summer camp. doh! he reminds me of Madonna before she started having kids. anyone remember when and why she was no longer welcome on Letterman? some people can't live without attention/drama. it's a sad thing...

i gotta get a stereo in my ride. i priced one-on the web of course-and now i need to cop it and have it installed. everything with Ineeda is a monetary mystery. if the current non-factory unit was properly installed then i only have to put out $35 for installation (one place quoted a $75 fee...psssh!). however, if the installer f*#!ed up the wiring, i'll have to pay the customary additional costs. i really shouldn't even be worrying about the audio 'cause i still cannot get in my trunk. that's gonna cost me about $100 plus i have to get the lock reset or carry 2 keys...fun! i'm not even going to get into this gas bullshaza...

'bout to be back in classes. it's great to know i'll be finished soon. if someone had told me out of high school that it would have taken me this long to get my B.A., i would have looked at them like they were stoooooopid! live and learn...

there is someone cutting trees outside at the moment...rather distracting if i do say so...

anyways, it hot as bear's biznalls today. how do i know what temperature bear's biznalls are? lucky guess? how 'bout you prove me wrong if you don't think it's an accurate description. get at me after you check in with your local bear...

make like you've got the mudbutt

PEACE

if you don't know the difference you ought to be shot...

why do people persist in suggesting that violent video games/media influence violent behavior? don't get me wrong. GTA is not for children. none of the versions that i've played are remotely appropriate for anyone who is not an adult. as with most arguments of this type, the people who are or claim to be motivated by such stimuli are predisposed to the exhibited behavior. what scares me is that parents are so out of touch with what their kids are doing or are just that twisted that they allow their children to play games like GTA. i can't front: i play GTA like i'm stupid. i did think about hopping into a cop car on the corner once, but i'm not fond of getting shot to death. i don't let my kids see the game when i'm playing at all. i can usually be found playing with some headphones on my ears and i have the monitor on my PC positioned so that you can't see what's on unless you come into the room. i don't understand why a parent would allow a child to play an obviously adult game. the world is filled with brainless individuals and errant sheep...

find an exit...

PEACE

commercial radio is so boring...

underground hip hop is not dead. it is still where it has always been. this shit that is getting airplay and promotion is getting more and more tired. imagine getting paid to be unoriginal and mimic the latest trend. it is bugged that no one seems to recognize on any wide scale that it is the innovators who create the trends that get followed later. why did the innovator create a trend? because something DIFFERENT was made available. people are so caught up in the same old same old that they close off what's new unless told to listen. i was talking to this cat who listens to hip hop and he didn't even know Brand Nubian had dropped an album recently (last year/summer actually). it's crazy 'cause the album is bangin'. even better, the production was done almost entirely by Lord Jamar (looks like he cut his locks...). then of course you have another dope Masta Ace album that dropped that no one really talks about. these cats put toghether bangin' projects with some real production and get no airplay. i ain't even mad about that. forget airplay. people need to just listen to the music and support the artist. check for them on tour and/or cop the album. radio is not made for music anyway (something of which most people are completely unaware). media is made for advertising. everything else is just filler. the wonders of capitalism...exploit your resources until they are completely depleted...what a great concept...

what? zoooooom!

PEACE

cooler heads prevail...

ah well, i guess i still got a deal on my ride. it's funny how we take the little things for granted. think about it. when you buy a car, do you even consider what it would be like to go grocery shopping or going to do your laundry without having a trunk? sucks huh? i've gotta admit though, i'd rather not be able to get into my trunk than not be able to drive at all. Ineeda B. (my car's name of course) is a work in progress i guess. i know one thing, i need a MP3/CD player in my ride. i'm working with an FM transmitter right now, and it's way better than being at the mercy of commercial radio. it's not quite what i'd like in driving auditory pleasure, but hey...

one step/mile at a time i guess...

getcha gone

PEACE

what the frizzle...

hey now. i am hot and irritated. my recently purchased pre-owned vehicle is causing me some rather inconvenient problems. imagine having a car but not being able to get in the trunk...

worse part is i have the key but it does not work. i go to a locksmith and they say "bring it in we'll take a look at it..."

how about i pay the locksmith a bennie bucko plus for a "factory spec" key (according to the locksmith) that does the same thing the worn out key from the dealer does? what does this mean? well it could mean that the locks are busted. i'm sure that will not be an inexpensive repair item. imagine the labor alone...

i still need a friggin' tune up. it's supposed to be $75. with the way things have gone so far with this vehicle, i would not be surprised if it ended up being $200-300. ah well, i guess i still got a deal for a '93 Maxima at $700. it does run...

now make like an egg...

PEACE

a real post? hmmm....

Drew Rosenhaus seems to be an ass...
just my opinion of course. maybe he got his opinion confused with his rectal area. maybe that's why he's gassing these players' heads up. i saw an interview on some sports show and he came off as a straight nut. T.O. is a dork. when will cats learn to seperate their talent from a feeling of entitlement? anyways...

professional sports revenue is greatly misplaced anyway. educators should be getting the paper that these owners and atheletes are getting. i don't want to get into a rant, but this society is misdirected when it comes to financial priorities.

how big is the national deficit? how much is spent on Hollywood films? how much is spent maintaining pro sports? this society is backwards...

by the way, i'm not really focusing on grammatical correctness. spelling i will attempt to maintain. other than that, this is stream of conscioussness...

PEACE

well now, i guess i've joined the blogwagon...

let's see how long i keep this up...