shameless plug (Creative Zen Vision 30GB Black)...

yo! you gotta cop a Zen Vision. it's hot. i got a black one. it plays video and audio. if you have any PC nuts at all, you'll get your bang outta this device. 30GB, that's right, 30GB of space in something that's smaller than my big ass hand. i hear Ipod are pretty small, especially the Nano, but i don't want an Ipod. i'm kinda on an anti-Mac crusade. i say kinda because i'd love to have a Mac, but not for the reasons most cats say. i've had my unfair share of Mac instabilities. a computer is a computer as far as i'm concerned. then again, i am a tech, but anyway. i can't fuck w/my Mac when i get one, so i'm gonna stick w/the PC side of life for the moment. $2500 is too much for me to spend and i can't dig up in the case. that's like marrying a beautiful woman but only her doctor can have sex with her...okay, i know that's a pretty extreme metaphor, but you get the picture. i'm working on my new system now and spec by spec it's comparable, and sometimes superior, to a G5 with the exception of not having a dual core processor. "feel the body heat..."

speaking of feeling and body heat, i copped a CPU fan for the new system and it is fucking HUGE! i knew it had some special features, 'cause i plooped out $42 for it. when i unpacked my components from Ewiz, i couldn't figure out what the hell this thing was until i picked it up and looked at it. when i say fucking huge, i mean FUCKING HUGE! i still can't believe how big it is. i only ordered it 'cause it had copper piping to help draw heat from the CPU. copper being the excellent conductor that it is, i figured yeah, great. now i don't even know how in the hell it's going to fit into the case. oh well, i look forward to the challenge. either way, the retail CPU i copped comes with a heatsink/fan in the box.

well, i ain't slept right again in the last 72 hours, so i'm dozy. before i start typing crazily, i'ma quit this...ooh, i still gotta finish that other story. oh well, maybe next time...

make like a 9:00pm sunset at the Winter Solstice...

PEACE

okay, what the hell is this...?

i sometime post from my email account(s). i sent one today, but it hasn't appeared yet...

oh well, hope all is well, don't let your head swell, i ain't gonna dwell...

CREATIVE ZEN VISION IN DA HOUSE...(you gotta see the other post!)

guess what, i get to watch my squad after all. [YAAAAY!] i gotta go to work right after, but i get to peep the game on the new HDTV. [SWEEEEET!]

aight, i'm beat so...

make like an African-Siberian...

PEACE

STEELERS MAPHUCHA!!!

yeah!  can you get it in ya head!?!  it ain't about the seed when your squad's got the lead...

 

yessir, 1 dime down the pike and Pittsburgh returns to the big dance, the bowlioso, the super de-duper, the biggo tosso...you get the idea.  am i hyped?  nah...just a little bit.  sucks though 'cause i have to work that evening, so i won't be watching the game on the new HDTV set. [DAMN!]  what the deal? oh well, guess you can't have everything...

 

i'm about as sleepy as ya mamma after me and her swung an ep!   oops...going back in the lingo...that's dope...solid...jive turkey...whoa!

 

sorry about that, i'm on some silly shit.  i'm tired, wired and insanely inspired.  hey baby, that's just what it is. that's just what it is.  now i'm just typing because my fingers are moving...

 

ok, ok, i'm done.  just to bring it back on the close tip, STEELERS BEYOTCH! SUPER BOWL! [CLAP! CLAP!] SUPER BOWL! [CLAP! CLAP!]  gotta get some nachos and salsa.  gotta get some hot wings...oops, got myself all hyped for nada.  forgot i gotta work...oh well. [wah! wah! wah! whaaaah!]

 

yo, make like a Carolina-Denver Super Bowl XL...

 

PEACE

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part II: today's adventure: Ineeda gets fixed...[denh! denh! dennnnh!]

the saga continues...

so i pull off of Fayette and hop out of Needa. i decide against driving w/o the wipers as i am not fond of being splattered or causing the splattering of any other human across local highways. i decide to check on my account balance to happily discover my refund has been deposited. [GREAT!] with bittersweet conviction, i proceed to find a local mechanic to diagnose and perhaps repair Needa's latest mechanical challenge. i proceed to approach the officer that is sitting on the nearest corner of Fayette and ask him where there is a nearby garage/mechanic. following his directions, i travel on the back streets to get to 8th & Fayette, or thereabouts. i pull into the gas station and get the guy to look at Needa. guess what? the mechanic is not in, and it is not known when he will be available. {GRE-HAAATE!] so i ask the 2 dudes there what's a ballpark figure for my walletulure damage. neither of them would give me a figure, so i decided to not FWT.

plan b...

after not getting a good econmic damage prognostication, i decide to call AAA. hey, if you don't have it, get it. i've got nothing but great things to say about my 1st AAA experience. after a painless phone registration, the rep kindly connected me to roadside service. again, AAA is the biddedy. the roadside services rep took my info and told i had up to a 2 hour wait (it didn't take that long actually). as i was lounging in the well fogged confines of Ineeda's driver's seat, the mechanic showed up. he offers to take a look at Needa, but i was like "no thanks."

the tow service showed up and kindly returned me 13 miles back into Illadelph North. at $3/mile after 3 miles, i wasn't to upset to pay for 10 miles of towing. the driver took me right to my mechanic. so the adventures ends happily after all, right? no, not quite...

guess we're looking at a pIII, cause i'm tired of writing again...actually i'm just tired, but that's another story.

kick it like you're Wilson Picket...

PEACE

won't be none of that 'round here patna...

WARNING:

if you're a lazy ass reader, you may wanna skip this one.

Main Entry: ¹li·bel
Pronunciation: 'lI-b&l
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, written declaration, from Middle French, from Latin libellus, diminutive of liber book
1 a : a written statement in which a plaintiff in certain courts sets forth the cause of action or the relief sought b archaic : a handbill especially attacking or defaming someone
2 a : a written or oral defamatory statement or representation that conveys an unjustly unfavorable impression b (1) : a statement or representation published without just cause and tending to expose another to public contempt (2) : defamation of a person by written or representational means (3) : the publication of blasphemous, treasonable, seditious, or obscene writings or pictures (4) : the act, tort, or crime of publishing such a libel

Main Entry: ²libel
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): -beled or -belled; -bel·ing or li·bel·ling /-b(&-)li[ng]/
intransitive senses : to make libelous statements
transitive senses : to make or publish a libel against

the above courtesy of Merriam-Webster Online.

use that shit and get some knowledge...now to our regularly typed entry...

a friend of mine emailed me with a strange response when made aware of this little exercise. ergo the above. suffice it to say i will not committing any libelous behavior. just wanted to clear that up though. closest thing to the above definition may be #3, but fuck it. i am not a patriot. i do not like George. i did not vote for George. if George and i were in the same room, i'm sure he would be sufficiently protected yet still feel somewhat uncomfortable by my presence. either way, fuck George. moving on...

well, maybe not...

i don't dig politicians at all. my metaphor on politicians would basically be that the law is like a used car and they're the shady salespeople. no matter what kind of deal they try to convince you you're getting, they always come out with the best end of the imaginary bargain. sucks to be you so to speak. the problem w/politics in this country is a severe lack of involvement by the general public. while not a conspiracy theorist, i have to say it's hard to convince your average minimum wage, no benefits having, no owned home, trying to support themselves, or worse a family, employee that involvement in the public policy process is in their best interest. i can surely relate, but i'm not the average. the system is set up so that people can be satisfied with the leftovers that the upper and upper middle class deem fit to discard, so to speak. obviously this is a highly simplified perspective, but i'm not writing a thesis here. anyway, if you're completely lost or just don't care, take notice, there are no poor politicians. it is an oxymoron.

i honestly cannot recall the direct source (more than likely a news magazine Time/Newsweek/U.S. News & World Report or a newspaper), but several years ago i read an article about the types of waste that occur in D.C., in congress in particular. the article detailed how these cats just toss office supplies at the end of congressional terms. according to the article furniture, stationary, whatever may be unwanted, was just deposited en mass in dumpsters outside of the offices. of course my 1st thought was how could i get my hands on some nice shit (congressional furniture and stationary, yeah!). then it struck me on how wasteful this practice is. no recycling. no used furniture selling. how stupid and inefficient. oh wait, that's right this is the government i'm talking about. you get the freakin' idea. i have no more liking for elephants than i do donkeys. they're equally unrepresentative, ineffective, inefficient and out of touch with the average citizen. much like the law in general, government is geared to benefit either individuals with large bankrolls or corps that fit a similar bill. it's bullshit.

the ironic thing about it is these individuals and/or corps would not be able to create the income that they do w/o the working stiffs that constantly get looked over and shafted. mind you, this is worldwide nowadays, not just domestic. capitalism has created an international phenomenon of resource exploitation at the cost of truly peaceful human existence. how does economic policy tie in with political policy? unlike most people who think everything can be analyzed and discussed in individual little pockets, i don't. what motivates public policy? economic concerns. far more so than any concern for social policy. i used to ascribe to the theory that racism (you damn right it still exists dorkburger!) was economically motivated. actually, now that i mention it, i'd say that the perpetuation of racism has strong economic motivations, but initially i would argue it was more significant than today. why?

take enslavement. oh and before it even goes there, reparations are bullshit. i won't get into the details of that opinion just at this moment, just hold onto that for some other time. anyway, enslavement seems so socially motivated, but even a casual observer would be hard pressed not acknowledge the economic benefit to European-Americans in developing what is now the model of Western economic function. without the free labor of enslavement, the United States would have struggled to develop as a new political/social/economic entity. in the same time frame, progress would not have been achieved anywhere near as fast. much like what i mentioned above, the early upper and middle upper classes would have had far more concerns with day to day economics to advance in areas like technology, medicine, etc. these cats had to have a whole hell of a lot of free time to think on and implement all the new shit they created or assumed/subsumed into Western society's rapid development into modern Western society as we suffer it. this is not a conspiracy. it's history. it happened. if it didn't happen the way it did, you would likely not be reading this because the technological development that allows this to exist would not have occurred.

does that make that shit okay? hell's no! do i like politicians? uh uh. do i vote? you goddamn right i do. gotta hold these cats responsible. apathy has no place in this oligarchy that's been purported to be a republic and a democracy. you ignore this shit and it'll eat your ass alive. you can call it whatever you want. i call it don't let them get you. am i concerned with libel at all? no. i have bigger things on my mind, in case you didn't notice...

i ain't always joking around you know...

make like the possibility of any African-American seeing any parts of reparations from European-Americans.

PEACE

today's adventure: Ineeda gets fixed...[denh! denh! dennnnh!]

oh what a shitty way to start off a virtually great day. here's the short version:

i spent $400 on Ineeda improvements today and rode my bike 8 miles today. [yaaaay!]

now here's the long super-shitty in the city remix version:

i got off from the gig this am to the typical vehicular constipation that is I-76 (oh what a hated thoroughfare). Needa was low on the octane side of things, but she was good to make into the Illadel from the outer fringes. contrary to my traffic info from KYW1060, i decide to literally get my jam on while figuratively jamming to my latest CD-RWulated pleasure selections. same ol' same ol' until i get to the Conshohocken exit. i'm not trying to jam on the literal side that hard, so i get off at the Conshie exit. since i discovered i could get to Ridge Pike from Fayette, i take that route when i don't feel like playing inchworm w/Needa on 76. so i'm rollin' down Fayette and i get to the intersection at 3rd when i notice i can't see shit. now i'm tired, and i do need some new frames, but my eyes ain't that bad. i'm like "WTF!" i immediately realize my previously taken for granted busted wipers are currently MIA in the functioning department. of course it's windy and raining at a pretty good clip, so i literally can't see shit out of the front windshield. i considered toughing it out, but since i'm not quite ready to die yet and i'm also not trying to get any tickets or die anyone else, i clicked on the hazards and pulled off of Fayette wit mad attitude...

you know what, i'm freakin' tired, i'll finish this shit some other time. sorry if you we're actually reading it...

honestly, i'll finish it up later. i wanna go watch some Living Color and some even funnier vintage Richard Pryor. after what i went through today, i need some hardcore laughter...

make like the functionality of my windshield wipers this morning...

PEACE

me apology hope no prematurely...

...but i'd be happy if the Steelers won he he! (the Super Bowl). what a game today. the last last play at the goal line was especially like "WOW!" hey if my neighbors didn't know i was a Pittsburgh fan, they know after today.

anyways, i do apologize for the utter gibberish in my previous entry. [as if anyone reads this jizzoint...] that's what happens when you type and doze. gotta stop doing that.

well, it's big time this semester. upon successful completion of this semester, i'll be an alum of the prestigious university known as T-E-M-P-L-E U.!!!! [YAAAAY!]

it's been a long traveled and difficult path. took me damn near 20 years to do it, but it'll be done. ha! ha! you dorks. completion is the best revenge. i'd like to thank me for persevering and putting up with all the bullshit from my family [your welcome]. i'd like to thank all the 'swipes along the way, from family to associates to former employers, who helped put the bumps in the road and orchestrate the various detours that delayed my progress [no sincerely]. without your utter bullshit and unnecessary shenanigans, this would probably not be as worthwhile as it is. no, yes it would, but maybe i would not appreciate it as much.

i haven't had much spiritual or emotional support over the years. seems kinda odd for a grown ass man to declare such a thing, but it's really wild how much difference a little moral support can make in the pursuit of one's life endeavors. the cool thing about not really ever having any is learning how to derive that energy from one's self. that leads to other problems of course, but when it is working, it is extremely beneficial. i went through about a 5-10 year period where that shit wasn't working to well. this occurred in part because i was developing the skill as it was being heavily used. it's kinda like driving a car with only 2 wheels and half of the drive train. sometime you just don't make it down the road [as if a car can operate in such a condition].

i went to therapy for about a year. i need to take my ass back. that shit worked for me. got me to see a few rather important things. one of the most significant is that my father is a coward and as such presented himself in much of my life as an asshole. in an attempt to get him to realize my perspective on his role in my life, i was deteriorating my own state of mind. as such, i had to cut off him and essentially his side of my family, unfortunately, i've had to do the same with my lunatic of a mother. hey, here's one for you:

how do you know when you're crazy as fuck?

[pause for drama or drumroll. your choice]

when you call your son and tell him you have HIV to get him to feel sorry for you! [YAAAAY!] and people tell me i'm wrong for cutting off my mother. if you knew what i know, you wouldn't call her my mother. you probably wouldn't call her at all. neither do i. i swear, and i can be an ass sometimes [i'm willing to admit it], i gotta wonder how the hell i came from these 2 dorkbones. when i figure it out, maybe i'll write a theory about it.

don't get me wrong, from an educational and cultural perspective, my parents taught me a great deal and exposed me to a lot. when it came to some actual support for my life goals and endeavors it was like parents from hell. that's not to mention their inherent dysfunctions and their inability or unwillingness to acknowledge and deal with them. it's cool though, this is what makes me the parent that i am. i always try to remember what i didn't like about my parents and try not to do that shit to my children. top of the list: not whooping their asses! actually, that'd probably be #2, but it's definitely in there and high. #1 would actually be more along the lines of me admitting to my kids that not only am i capable of being wrong but that i will bust my ass to apologize to them when i do something wrong to them. i don't think parents do that enough in general. mine did not do it yet. they suck accordingly.

my mother stole from me, lied to me and generally conducted herself in a manner unbecoming a mother. she's done it so bad to my sister that she thinks her father is messed up. little does she know that she's been fatally poisoned...

ah well, how did something so positive come to this darkness? this the main reason why i write, gotta get this shit out. it's gonna come out some way, i'd rather it be here. i don't mind sharing. perhaps if anyone actually reads this shit, they could derive some insight or humor from these words. if so, cool. if not, oh well. i ain't been to therapy in going on 2.5 years, so this is good for me. besides, to be a writer you have to write, and i haven't been writing too much poetry or lyrics over the last year or so. it's like mental calisthenics. gotta keep those neurons pulsing baby! [neurons pulsing in flex mode!] yeah, you like how i turned that shit back around. i know, i know, it's a gift. i'm just sharing...

GO STEELERS!

make like Peyton Manning in this years playoffs...

PEACE!

if ya ain't a lemon, why is ya ass so bitta...

well hello there fellow humanaform. i had yet another revealing conversation with this dude i've known for about 10 years on the music tip. at one point i was briefly part of a band in which he played guitar. it's not completely relevant, but it is somewhat. just to K.I.S.S., he sounded jaded & bitter about his experience in the industry. on my behalf it was suggested essentially that i haven't a clue as to how unfriendly the industry is...imagine that.

no one, thing or set of circumstances can kill your dreams. only you can do that. may sound lofty, or, as the person referenced above claimed, arrogant, but it holds water. it's all about attitude and approach. believe me, i know depression, hopelessness and bitterness. i'm like captain rammalot when it comes to certain things. but, when it comes to the creative process, there is a level of desire and confidence that is not easily influenced by outside forces or negative circumstances.

how's that you may wonder? well, it's basically like this: failure is a part of life. sometimes you gotta eat one to survive. here's the tricky part though. it requires a certain faith or perhaps even outright stupidity, if you look at it a certain way. if you do not continue to pursue your endeavors/goals, how will you ever know if you could have succeeded? just to K.I.S.S. again, if you quit you'll never get shit. i figure, even in a worst case scenario where i never acheive one thing i've set out to do, if i tried the best i possibly could, then fuck it. that shit just didn't work. but check this out, if i don't ever try then what? i'm sittin' around on some bullshit, talking about "i always wanted to...," "i coulda..." or "i used to..." fuck that. that's lame in thought and far lamer in action. the hardest paths lead to the greatest rewards. this may sound unrealistic or even idealistic, but it tends to be true. if you check out any "success" stories of celebrities or any other people that may share their tale, there is a common thread of misery and woe. those who seem to find their success most enjoyable are the ones who suffered at some point 1st.

mind you, this is not to suggest that suffering leads to success. i am a realist. i've been called a pessimist. either way, i firmly believe that there exists in the human experience suffering just for the sake of itself. K.I.S.S.ing again, sometimes life just keeps kicking you in your severely sore ass. [finishing the thought damn near 5 days later...sheesh!] you can't just sit on ya ass to keep it from getting sore. you gotta forge ahead and try again.

yeah, keep the lemons for the tea and screwfaces...

now make like a drop in a cup w/no bottom

PEACE

oh well, couldn't last 4ever

hey i tried.  seems i missed a few days.  i was trying to maintain a daily routine of entries, but whatever.  'tis better this way anyway.  now i don't have to pinch my neurons to come up with a different phrase to close the blizzie izzie.  now onto the meat...

 

WARNING:  the following may be offensive and/or TMI.

 

if you are reading this, you've managed to brave the unknown and i shall reward you accordingly.  excrement.  that's right dookie.  fesces. shit.  poop.  people pies.  butt lumps...you get the idea.  why am i so concerned with human solid waste?  quite simply, mine does not fit in the damn tizoile at home.  now you probably could care less, but taking a dump should never be a chore.  bowel relief is 1 of life's most memorable feelings.  there are many things that leave the human body and bring relief upon their exit, but i can only think of 2 that can be deemed even remotely pleasurable and/or truly relieving.  the 1st is of course the release of an orgasm.   i'm a sexually liberated individual, but i won't get into that here.  another time your woman's face (no just serious...[SMIRK.]).  the 2nd is more of a relief experience than a pleasure experience and is embodied in the fecal depository process.  so, that being said and assumed accepted, what in the world could be my issue w/make toilet fudge?

 

quite simply stated, the new toilets are too small for my shit.  i thought it was me at 1st.  then i recalled that newer toilets are smaller.  the cause is honorable, to save water, but the results don't justify the means.  if i have to reflush the tizoile 3-4 times and plunge it every time i bust a brownie for a swim, i think i'm using more water than the old school tizoiles.  an old commode did not take 3-5 tanks of water to get my fesces pieces down the twisting wet bowl of funk.  sometimes a seemingly great idea circumvents common sense and practicality.  i mean literally almost every time i take a dump, i have to flush 2-3 times then plunge.  then i've got to flush 1 or 2 more times once the toilet eats its snack to make sure the plunger is "cleaned" off.  no pleasure or relief in that.

 

having trouble relating?  imagine you've got the bestiliosest altered state of consciousness from whatever foreign substance you may chose to intermingle with your flesh.  all of a sudden, a big ass fucking Airbus crashes near enough to where you are that your roof completely disintigrates from the force of the explosion.  some crazy shit like this happens and all of a sudden, your consciousness doesn't have time for any altered states.  i've heard this phenomenom difinedas

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yo! i'm tired...

i'm still not sleeping right. i gotta start sleeping regularly and properly, or i'm gonna get a nasty burnout. i don't need no shit like that right about spizap. yerp!

i put together a li'l somethin' on the serious tip the other night, but i didn't finish it yet. it'll be here soon. not today, but soon. let's just say it has do with bitterness, motive and false expectation.

i'll say this and be gone:

DON'T BE SURPRISED IF WHILE WAITING FOR THE BUS TO SUPER STARDOM YOU GET RAN DOWN BY THE TRACTOR TRAILER FROM REALITY...

address your true goals and ask yourself, "what is my true motivation?" if it's something outside of yourself, you may be in line for a real life Final Destination moment with the above mentioned tractor trailer.

i create because it's what i do. not for accolades. not for notoriety. and most certainly, NOT FOR KIZASH!

get peace or die trying...LOL!

sit yourself on the roof of a bus as it leaves the stop...

PEACE

it ain't all fun 'n' games ya know...

call me butter cause i'm on a roll...spread it baby! spread it! [smiling perversely with visions of provocative flesh bouncing about in my head]

 

on to more relevant topics...

 

yes, i am sarcastic.  yes, i can get to ramming.  however, i have to draw the line at admission of being a malcontent or a pessimist. [after looking up malcontent at Merriam-Webster's] actually, only half of that last statement is true, wait...[looking up denotation of pessimist] okay by definition, i'm a liar.  anyway, i don't see myself as a pessimist.  i figure a pessimist would just say FI.  with few episodic exceptions that had potentially life threatening consequences, i've spent my life thinking that things could get better.  not to say that they would, but that they could.  is that pessimism?  i think it is optimistic realism.  perhaps i am in  denial but whatever.

 

okay, so anyway, [trying to recall what i was supposed to be typing] i am definitely not what one would refer to as patriotic.  i believe not in capitalism or the humans that monopolize the operation of government agencies.  [recalling what it is i really wanted to get into]   i'll come back to this at some point...

 

so i'm lost right...

 

no seriously, i got lost w/Needa last night.  me getting lost is kind of funny though 'cause i have the most awesome sense of direction.  i guarantee you this, i didn't get it from the bald-headed wonder known as my dizzle.  i can't really remember if my mizzle had a sense.  i'm thinking she must have, 'cause we did a gang of local road trips during my childhood, and i don't recall us ever being lost.  when i say lost, i mean wandering around in aimless circles.

 

the worst kind of lost is when you know you keep going around the same area, but you can't find the way back to an area you recognize.  landmarks are an essential for me.  that's why i can't stand suburbian development.   nothing worse than everything looks the same.  night driving doesn't help either.

 

so anyway, i get lost again last night.  at least i wasn't close to the crib.  even still though i hate when i do it.  cool thing is i learned an alternate route  home.  that's hot.  I-76 traffic ain't shit sometimes, and the alternate route i use currently is only good from a certain point.  now i know a route that goes from my crib all the way to my gig.  can you say "HOT!"  oh yeah [said like the guy from Talk Radio]!

 

too bad the Bush admin doesn't use this technique to learn from political blunders in a similar fashion...[these types of leaps of thought occur often when one dozes while making blog entries. DO TRY THIS AT HOME!]

 

full circle, i trust no politicians.  i could care less whether republican or democrat.  the whole political system is geared towards the upper middle class and the outright rich.  the people who make everything work get the shaft at least 2x daily (waking up & going to bed).

 

i'm on super stream-of-consciousness today.  hope this is/ws give you the eme. (i'm leaving that just like that, 'cause that's how you type when dozing. besides, i have no idea what that thought was intended to be whatsoever) [MAJOR CHEESE!]

 

on that note...

 

pretend you're at a Lou Rawls concert right now...

 

PEACE

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sob story...stop raping artists...

Music album sales hit eight-year low in 2005 - Yahoo! News

[playing imaginary violin] poor, poor RIAA. GTFOH. these cats are not broke. just to put this out there, the cats that download exclusively had no intentions of buying the product in the 1st place. if i ever catch heat for illegal downloading for "review" purposes, i'll never buy shit again. i spend way too much $ on DVD's, CD's and vinyl for anybody from the RIAA to come at me and say i'm taking anybody's food from their plate. have i downloaded movies? sure, but i don't keep'em and if i like the flick, i'll buy the shit out of it. if i don't have the cash to pay for it, that's the only thing that ever stops me from copping music and film. i know cats who don't buy jack and they can afford to spend. or even worse, cats that download files and sell them. that's real lame. i didn't pay for something, but i'm gonna charge you for it. WHAT-EVER! GTFOH! some people are such wackalackers. it's really sick when you think that people having been making dubs for over 2 decades and because digital copies are now available, it instantly becomes an issue. lameness. my mp3 files aren't even encoded at a high bitrate. i use 128Kb to save on space. shit i really dig i cop as soon as i can afford to do so. i spend more loot trying to catch up to old releases on vinyl and CD than i do buying new shit. not that there's much new shit that i want. shit, i don't even want some of this new crap for free!!! anyways, that's enough on this topic for the moment...

make life, don't let life make you. [sounding kinda lame but serious]

you're like the air in an open ballon...

PEACE

now if you're reading this...

...you'll notice a recent change in contributory frequency. i'd like to dedicated this piece to all the a-holes, 'swipes, dorks, dopes, dimwits, slackers, bums, 'tardlards and dipalongs that i've had the misfortune to work amongst, for or alongside. generally speaking i am a dedicated contributor to most workforce endeavors. when disgruntled, i tend to become distinctly inefficient, but i avoid being placed in such positions as much as possible. how? i'll get into that either later or at some other time. anyways, back to the topic at hand. just to K.I.S.S. i will refer to these people collectively as dumbasses. why, you may ask, am i trippin'? i just had a run in with one this past weekend at the gig. as a result, i ended up working 36 hours over a 96 hour period with about 11 hours sleep. this bullshit could have been avoided, but it was not. this nut decided "hey, i won't come to work and this guy will get stuck covering my ass!" yeah fucking great. as a result of this significant lack of co-worker consideration, i had to spend my Saturday as a zombie. if i was a bachelor then hey it'd be cool i guess, but i'm not. i've got a family with whom i desire to interact with some consciousness and coherence. as a result of this co-worker indiscretion, i was in and out of consciousness instead of being my usual playful self. some people ought to just not be allowed around other humans. not that they should die or anything, but they should be isolated. i'm not talking prison either. just put that ass in a dark room w/no food, water, lights or facilities and a tape of Tom Jones, Lawrence Welk, Englebert Humperdink and Barry Manilow doing covers of Jay-Z, Eminem, 50 Cent, DMX, Tupac, Ja Rule and Biggie playing on a continuous loop for a few days. HA! HA!

just a special little F-U-C-K Y-O-U! to my wonderful former co-workers who have committed such indiscretions...

on that note, USPS management can kiss my whole entire ass. i'll detail this story some other time. mad props to the letter carriers. those cats have a helluva gig. i did it for 3 months and it sucked. i don't care how much you pay me, if i don't have my sanity, i can't buy that shit back once i lose it. yeahba!

make like a crash dummy w/o a seatbelt in a head on collision...

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he! he! this has got to be some kind of record for me. oooh! 2 days in a row w/an entry, anyways...

what to talk(type) about...

how about some hodges podges! yaaay! ok, let's go...

Maurice "I'm a dumbass" Clarett
yeah, if you get too outta shape to be a competitive professional football running back, you should still have enough of a speed and strength advantage over the average citizen to become...den, den, deh...A STICKUP KID!
"hey come up off that phone. i gotta call my agent now!" what a 'swipe. hey, maybe it's not true...[crazy face]

Terrell "I might as well be Freddie Mitchell" Owens
wow dude, guess you thought your mouth couldn't rescind the check your ass wanted to cash. DOH! hope you saved up what you made already. gotta feed that starving 3rd world country of a family of yours. or maybe Drew "Super Sapper Agent" Rosenhaus can front you some major cash to cover their expenses. on a side note, has anyone ever seen this dude w/a woman? no really, he's been in the league for a while and he has tendencies if you haven't noticed. no i'm not Wendy "I'm A Beast So I Try To Make Everybody Else Ugly" Williams, but i gotta ask. i mean really, during the past 2 years he's been in the Illadelph, how many times has this guy been seen w/a female? it's not like he's a private person. maybe that's what this beef w/DNab was really about. what if T.O. made some inappropriate plays in the locker room. maybe DNab tried to set'im "straight" w/some penalty flags so to speak and T.O. didn't like that shit. after effect: T.O. comes out on an all out smear campaign against DNab. hmmm? this guy made references to Garcia's orientation. maybe that was a behind the scenes thing that went bad. T.O. is obviously high strung. maybe he took it personal w/Garcia and that brought on that smear campaign. i'm sayin', the 49ers are in Frisco...hmmm. yeah i know, it's a stretch, but just think about it...

Reggie "I'm The Real Deal" Brown
on a positive note and sticking w/the football theme, i like this guy as a wide receiver. when he got drafted, the reports said he was another big physical receiver (see above and think no controversy). although i will question the wisdom of not getting DNab out earlier in the season and/or kicking T.O.'s ass out during pre-season, drafting this guy seems to be on point. i heard a lot of doubt from other people all year, but he looks like he'll be getting it done in the league for the next few seasons. don't quote me on that, 'cause i don't get paid to analyze pro sports, so this is just my personal opinion. it's not like i did any research or anything. i'm not backing down from my support for this guy. i'm just putting it out there that i could eat my words next year. hope not for the Eagles sake. [after looking at his stats] any doubts, compare his rookie stats to that other guys stats for his rookie season...

Eagles "Damn Those Jinxes"
hey man, it was insurmountable. you had the Campbell's Chunky Soup, the EA Sports Madden, the Super Bowl loser and i think the SI was in there somewhere too. i'm talking about the curses of course. makes you wonder just how invalid superstition really is sometimes. hmmm? oh yeah, get rid of Buck. yeah i said it. let's look at this guy's career w/the Eagles:

Correll Buckhalter

when he's healthy, he gets it in, but he hasn't been healthy much as we can see. damn dude! are you the guy from Unbreakable (i hated that movie) or something? cut'im loose. what's the new guy's name who's been gettin' it in since Westbrook got hurt? develop that guy. hold on a sec...[looking for new guy's name]...yeahba, Bruce Perry #35. it's only been 2 games, so there's not much to go on, but he seems to have some potential. as i said, i'm no pro analyst, but it seems the Eagles need to add some variety to their running attack. not that it's easy, but if a team can shut down Westbrook, the Eagles seem to struggle. this even though they seemed to focus on the pass this season (like this season is a good example). hopefully next year the receiving core will be healthy and with whatever they pick up in the draft, the squad will be back on track. here's to hoping that the previous 4 years w/Reid and DNab were not and this season was an anomaly. i'm still pissed about Ray Rhodes being gone (hey, i like Ray).

oh yeah, just so there is no confusion, this is not my squad at all. i've been a Steelers fan since i was about 6 years old. Bradshaw is the man! i live in Illadelph though and i love watching the NFL, so go figure it out. besides, i'm more of a player/coach fan than a team fan. with the exception of the Steelers, i have various players/coaches whose play and demeanor i respect and follow their teams seasons as such. i'm talking about cats like Tony Dungy, Herman Edwards, Dennis Green (although i don't care much about Arizona...), Jevon Kearse, Ray Lewis, DNab, etc. outside of that, you won't catch me paintin' ma grill or going to games in the cold w/hard nipples and no shirt or any crazy shit like that. what i would like to be caught doing is watching NFL Season Pass on one of these in my house that i hope to be in the process of buying in the next 2-3 years...

aight well, since someone told me i have diarrhea of the mind,

make like that Hershey bar was really a box of Ex-Lax

PEACE

just for the record...

let it be known, and this may not be the first time this has been stated, but Snoop did not create the phizzle lizzle. let me state this a 2nd time to be absolutely clear: Snoop did not create the phizzle lizzle. what?!? this is not in any way shape or form haterism. i happen to like Snoop. i can't say i've dug most of his albums, but i like his style and there are gems that he has that i will bang without hesitation. but anyways, i digest [just kidding, i was watching In Living Color Season 1 the other night], let me return to the point of my current diatribe: phizzle lizzle. this slang is distinctly Illadelphian. if you have any doubts whatsoever check yourself and listen to The Doubledutch Song. oh, you still doubt? dude that put that song out is from where? Illadelph. he's still here. in fact, i read an article in Philadelphia Weekly or City Paper about dude. he was actually on the cover if recall correctly. said he was working on some new shizzle... anyway(i ain't hatin', i'm just sayin...), here is more evidence: what is a Septa transpass? it's a freakin' T-R-I-Z-Z-I-E!!! com'on now! this is not a reference that just sprung up within the last few years or even during Snoop's career. i've been living here since '87 and cats were calling transpasses trizzies back then. wassup! in fact, i've known more than a few born & bred Illadelph residents who have referred to sinks as zinks. it's here famalam. so, forgive me if i take offense at those who attribute Snoop w/coming up phizzle izzle. oh yeah, don't get it twisted, i made that up, so if you wanna go around saying that, just give credit where it's due...

Snoop may have stupid popularized it, but phizzle izzle is distinctly an Illadelph phenomenon. don't forget, Kurrupt is from the Illadelph. he is a seminal member of DPG. it ain't much of a stretch from there. i ain't tryin' to take anything from Snoop, just trying to keep history in tact...

HAPPY FRICKIN' NEW YEAR!

make like Maurice Clarett's NFL career...

PEACE

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