it's great to be alive...

there's nothing better than being able to spend time w/your fam and actually appreciate it. luv the fam. figure in all the crazy stuff that's happened over the years, including the crizzle crackity shit that has happened this year, and i still would not trade in my family for anything that most would consider materially valuable. these relationships are the ultimate priceless. nothing in the universe could ever compensate for the relationship of a loved one.

thanks family and hopefully we will continue to grow and succeed together as individuals and as a family.

make like George W. is the greatest ever, most wonderfullest president ever existing...

PEACE

mofo somo blos...

these motherfuckers are still fucking w/me about Gotta. plus there's some dumb shit at my kids school. i sense a cover-up. anyway, generally speaking, the '07 was a groundbreaking year for recovery. i still have a ways to go, but some mental and social burdens have been relieved over the last 2 or 3 years.

love the kids, chillin' at home, '07 household expenses being all paid. i cannot complain about any of that. as a result, my perspective on these Euro-capitalist holidays is highly reinforced. fuck Christmas.

my life is so stress free right now, simply because i am completely not caught up w/the fakeness of the wacknazzious holiday season. if i didn't have family members w/birthdays this time of year, i probably wouldn't worry about shit...

i'm all down for Happy New Year, but Santa and all this Jeebus stuff can eat some rotten canned oyster nuts. seriously.

on that note, i'm gonna have an appropriate fecal removal session...

make like this holiday season isn't full of what i'm about to share with the city sewage system...

PEACE

so yo', on tha realz...

ain't shit goin' on but the feces right now...

today is a special family day, but since i don't tend to get into privately identifiable info in this forum, i'll keep that. just know that i know, and that i know you know i know. as long as everyone knows, it's just that much more of a special day today. YAAAY!

anyway, i'd like to be the only one to say that the species of animal called human is a disturbingly environmentally harmful animal.

that will be all for today. i thought i felt like writing, but i really don't.

make like my car is running 100% A-OK!

PEACE

FUCK SAMSUNG...

DON'T BUY SAMSUNG ANYTHING IF YOU CAN HELP IT!

okay, had to get that shit out. Samsung bites ass. i must say in their favor, the customer service they provide from their call center(s) is actually great. unfortunately, their policies suck bloody raw hemmoroidal ass chunks. forget Preperation H. try Preperation D, as in dick over customers by selling shoddy products. almost 2 years ago, i purchased a Samsung HDTV. it was rather impressive at 1st. the ability of HDTV tuners to pull HD broadcasts from a terrestrial signal is quite amazing. too bad i decided to go with a Samsung television to witness this amazing new technology. nothing but woe ever since...

beware the evil samsung...

make like my fucking TV(#4) functions as it's supposed to...

PEACE

don't go shopping on friday...

just cause this is on the blog does not mean i endorse the foolishness that will occur this Friday. i don't even celebrate Thanksgiving. i just recently found out that Indians prefer to be called such as opposed to Americans. the logic being that anyone can be called an American. i usually tend to call Indians Americans because they were here first. technically, American isn't right either, 'cause they didn't make that up at all. then again, they didn't make up Indian either. anyways, Thanksgiving is yet another nutty Judeo-Christian holiday that everyone is forced to recognize, whether or not you want to do so. imagine what would have happened had the Indians not helped the early Europeans...

on that note

make like i'm going shopping instead of getting paid 2x to work Friday...

PEACE

"the laundres mats..."

i really dig gangster flicks. i'm currently in the middle of Deep Cover, which is 1 of my all-time faves. i can't believe this film is 15 years old. it's definitely 90's material, but unlike New Jack City, which i initially enjoyed, but cannot currently stand, it is not 90's in such a way as to be dated.

speaking of NJC, American Gangster is the shibabizzle igadizzle. that is an amazing portrayal of a modern day anti-hero. there are definitely holes where certain info was left out, but it's a film, not a detailed 500 or 600 page book. it was interesting to see that much of the imagery in modern films such as NJC seem to have had influences in actual fact. of course i'm referring to the buttass naked women working w/the heroin in the hi-rise project. great case of truth being stranger than fiction. fuck The Carter, this guy really had some shit like that set up in real life.

don't get me wrong, i do not admire Frank Lucas for creating and maintaining junkies' deathstyles, but he was clearly no organizational slouch. it's an interesting story if nothing else.

anyways, just thought i'd get some shit out. been kinda waywardly busy lately. haven't been making much of a contribution over the last few months. odd seeing as how i have a laptop that i can use away from home. regardless, i'm not all that pressed, 'cause nobody really reads this shit anyway...

make like the Eagles have not returned to their true form...

PEACE

two eight oooooooooh...

i am officially a fat ass now. copped a scale from wizzy Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago. i thought the thing was inaccurate, because it said i weighed 280lbs. i've never weighed that much in my entire life up to this point. my previous record for slovenly weight accumulation was 275lbs. i lost some of that, but i probably gained more. i don't do diets. what my lazy ass needs to do is exercise...

i have a mountain bike that i've ridden all of perhaps 10 or 15X since it was given to me in 2002-03. that's disgraceful. i used to ride my old bike all over the place. gotta get back to that level of regular exercise. otherwise i am doomed to be swollen like i am now and worse. i'm not trying to go out like my mom did.

make like my current weight distribution is some kind of balanced & healthy...

PEACE

freakin' depression...

the worst possible kind of depression is that which has no apparent cause. i fucking hate that shit. it's fucking irritating, because the unknown source cannot be appropriately addressed and alleviated. it wouldn't be so bad if i didn't get so listless when i'm depressed. it's an odd feeling. sometimes i just don't feel like doing a goddamned thing. most would attribute such an attitude to utter laziness, but the oddity is that i usually tend to multi-task to distraction. in short, me wanting to do not 1 goddamned thing at all is highly uncharacteristic and extremely undesirable. again, not knowing what the immediate cause of the depressive state makes it rather difficult to remove the issue. fortunately though, i am aware of the dangers of my depression escalating. it makes it somewhat easier to manage as a result. i know not to let this shit get too far. i ain't fucking w/the meds unless they are professionally mandated. kinda hard to do that when my ass is not under professional consultation, but no professional has ever recommended meds for me when i was consulting. anyways, usually when i get like this it is a number of things that would normally be mildly unpleasant, but i tend to lump them all together and have some type of emotional failure. it's a type of stress overload if you will. it has always been my opinion that i do not handle certain types of stress all that well. sometimes having an outlet helps. that's one of the reasons i find violent video games so entertaining. they provide an extensive release without anyone getting hurt. unfortunately, or perhaps not, i can't sit around playing GTA all fucking day. FTW and all that. anyways, time to go shove my friggin' lunch/dinner in my face...

make like Tony Romo had the greatest game of his life on Monday...

PEACE

classic FTW rant...

i'm pissed the fuck off. it's likely no one's fault but mine, but i'm pissed off nonetheless. not that anyone would ask, but the cause is financial (of course it is...). long story short, i made 10 hours extra @ time and a half, but i'm broke as shit and just got paid today. that shit is beyond irksome. perhaps if i was not involved in a relationship, i would not be as concerned. that is not the case. the wife seems to show little or no concern for the lack of income that exists until there is something that she feels is missing. that usually involves some material object (like shoes) or groceries (even though there is food in the household). it's odd because she will proceed to harass me until the projected need is sufficiently addressed. meanwhile, according to her, she never gets what she wants. interesting concept. anyway, today i did not feel like getting into a verbal sparring match over finances. i am fucking pissed though. blah, blah, blah...

make like i don't work just to pay friggin' bills...

PEACE

fuck!

not in a good mood today. fucking warranty garage turns out to be shit, so Gotta has to be re-evaluated. come to find out after the fact that the warranty company was not even supposed to recommend the asshole who kept Gotta for damn near a month and didn't even fix the car properly. the loud noise is gone, but the engine is shaking and still making noise. talk about being pissed.

i get to work and find that my dinner is generally not pleasant. my wife decided to use the wasted, soggy-ass romaine on my mushed-to-stickiness bread chicken patty sandwiches. combine that with some potatoes au gratin where the cheese ain't quite melted, and i'm just loving my evening meal...not. guess it fit that she also did not close the lid on my thermos so the coffee spilled on me & Gotta repeatedly. basically it's just a fun ass night 2 nite.

gotta snap outta the funk i'm in. unlike most people, i don't like being in funky moods when i'm in them. unfortunately, funky moods tend to be easily aggravated by normally ignorable irritants. of course i have to work w/the human talk-a-thon this evening. as i've said my whole life, if i say you talk too much, you talk too goddamn much. i fucking talk too much, so if you trigger my talk too much alert, you're generally fucking up.

what else is going on? oh yeah, my fucking HT receiver is acting the fuck up. probably gonna have to tank that fucker. don't think it's under warranty any more. guess shit falls in the toilet in bunches. gotta put it together and act like i know how to wipe my fucking ass...

make like Blogger's formatting issues aren't starting to piss me off & blogger actually responded to my request for assistance...

PEACE

cheap basturds...

notice the intentional misspelling. this post is rantingly dedicated to all the assholes in the $40,000+ income range, as well as those who drive cars similar to those in that income range, who do not believe in using handsfrees. WTF! you can't afford a freakin' handsfree? how the hell does that work? is it laziness? is it arrogance? is it sheer stupidity? perhaps it is the blatant manifestation of utter recklessness that embodies the founding principles of conspicuous consumption in this wonderful capitalist hell hole. yaay, let's all drive around with phones on our ears like one-armed crackheads. i mean seriously, why is it so hard to put an earpiece on the side of your fucking head as opposed to physically holding a phone with a hand you may need to suddenly swerve out of the way of one of the other holding-a-phone-to-my-head-while-i'm-driving super assholes. imagine actually having to use both hands to drive at some point during a commuting adventure? i've even seen cops doing this nut ass shit. again, WTF? now i will admit, bluetooth handsfrees are not all that cheap, but i'd venture they are significantly cheaper on average than a fucking fender bender. so any way, the world is full of assholes and super assholes, so i guess i shouldn't be surprised. then again, i'm not surprised, i'm fucking irritated.

speaking of irritating, my fucking bluetooth mouse is taking a shit on me. hopefully it just needs batteries. high hopes, because i absolutely hate with an unmitigated passion the touchpad on my friggin' laptop. i thought the damn thing would be pleasant and useful as compared to a mouse, not fucking so. this thing has a goddamn mind of its own. at least 6 times while making this freakin' post, this damn thing has jumped the cursor to some random position in already typed text.

1. the sensitivity on my particular touchpad cannot be adjusted.
2. i have yet to figure out how to get the damn thing to respond as a scroll wheel

so anyways, gotta put some fresh Energizer's in that joint when i get back to the crizib. for now i'm stuck with this wonderfully retarded piece of modern technology. yaaay!

on that note...

make like picking up dates in an airport bathroom isn't some extra dumb ass shit...

PEACE

thanks for the littering...

i fucking hate litter. [yes this is distinctly a rant, so roll out if you don't feel like being exposed!] what the fuck is the problem with finding a goddamn trash can? on my way to the gig the other day i saw this nut ass chick toss a fountain soda cup on the ground like the sidewalk bit her ass or something. not more than 3' or 4' away from her was a big ass damn near empty municipal garbage can w/a bag in it. how fucking hard would it have been to put the fucking cup into the trash can? WTF! how much cleaner would the street be if people actually used trash cans?

what really has me pissed off about this shit is that some asshole threw their ABC gum into a planter near a bus stop where i decided to sit my big ass down. the worst part is that i didn't sit on the goddamn gum. apparently the gum was in the planter, not on the side of the planter. as a result, the nasty little piece of gum hitched a ride on my fucking shirt, completely unbeknownst to me of course. i didn't realize the problem until i sat down on my hour late bus and felt sticky shit on my ass. [not a pleasant feeling, no gay puns intended.] at 1st i thought the gum was in the bus seat, but then i realized i noticed the bus was dirty as shit, so i checked the seat before i sat down. then i thought i sat on it at the bus stop when i sat on the edge of the planter, but i would have felt the sticky then. while considering in anger where in the fuck i sat on this evil ass piece of litter gum, i noticed that the damn thing was inside my shirt. in essence, i had smashed the pieces of gum between my shirt and pants when i sat on my ass. of course this really worked well in the heat! motherfucker! son's of bitches! goddamnit! boy was i pissed.

i fucking hate litter. this shit just reminds me of all the litter i see on a daily basis. my neighborhood is the most litter ridden i have ever lived in since moving to this urban haven of Illadelphia. i clean the yard and sidewalk, and it's like the shit spawns out of nowhere. WTF! to make matters worse, my neighbors on both sides produce profuse amounts of garbage on a weekly basis, which they deem acceptable to place outside in garbage cans that do not tend to be sealed at all. some of the cans don't even have lids. it's so much fucking fun to come home on a nice muggy, hot ass day and smell stank ass as the flies greet me with the pleasantness of their shit mingling buzzing. ahhhh! home stank home! sheesh! so, being that i already can't stand litter, imagine the levels of my disturbation as the scene unfolded with this friggin' gum today/yesterday. fuck!

make like litterers deserve to live freely amongst other humans...[murderous thought intended!]

PEACE

blogger out to get me...

for some reason, blogger will not correctly format my posts as i have structered them. do i like that? of course not! i thought it mayhaps was me, but i currently doubt so. dunno what the prob is, but i guess i'll roll w/the piznunch for the time being...

make like blogger isn't pissing me off at the moment

PEACE

why i like...porn!

that's right. no doubt. I DIG PORN! i said it. i even did trial membership w/SugarDVD. i ain't even gonna get into the wishlists i have at a few video sites (rather extensive...). people kill me w/they're feigned dislike of porn. i mean hey, if you really don't like porn, cool. if you like watchin' peeps get their freak on, then why act like you don't? who in the world are you trying to impress? i mean really? again WTF! sneakin' porn is stupid. sneakin' is what gets you caught up like Kirk Franklin's Christian ass. dude, if you gotta say you're addicted to porn, something is really wrong with you. mind you, that is not to demean anyone who actually has a porn addiction. however, i'd be willing to theorize that a porn addiction is indicative of some other mental issues. personally, i watch porn 'cause i like to see peeps get freaky. it's fun to watch people enjoy themselves. i ain't into no weirdo porn shit. i have seen some weirdo shit, but i keep that shit out of rotation.

i remember the first time i accidentally found some ol'freak nasty shit on the web. it was some ol' scatting shit (no pun intended). same day a tripped over some ol' bestiality shit. while the animal shit was mildly interesting from a curiosity perspective, the shit shit was just fucking nasty. yuck. i ain't into putting or seeing anyone else put human excrement on someone. likewise, i ain't into golden showers & shit. squirting is rather interesting, but that's another topic for another day. my thing mainly is that peeps trip so thoroughly over porn. whether it be images, film, or video, porn is nothing to be ashamed of viewing. last i checked, i wasn't a prude, so why am i not to watch porn? besides, if you actually pay attention, you may learn some new techniques 'n'shit. but seriously, porn is great.

make like i didn't forget my train of thought while it took me 2 days to actually sit down and create the logo up top there...c'est la vie...

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why i don't like...the NAACP!

to K.I.S.S., i'm not down w/colored. WTF! it's 2007. how the hell can you not come up w/a better name for the organization? these are supposed to be educated people that are trying to make a difference. meanwhile, they're wasting time having funerals for "nigger." what a waste of time, energy, and resources. Dumbya Bush is still freakin' president and Gonzalez is just another one of his liars, but the NAACP is burying and holding funeral services for words. WTF! how about holding a funeral service for the war in Iraq? how about having a funeral for gun violence in Philadelphia? how about having a funeral for stupid ceremonial gestures by supposed community activists? this is some nut ass shit. i suppose i shouldn't be surprised by an organization that still refers to colored people. fucking colored people. [can you tell i don't like colored?] what the fuck is a colored person? where are all the purple motherfuckers? i wanna meet those motherfuckers. i like purple. that's my favorite color. maybe i should join the National Association For The Advancement Of Colored People so i can meet the purple motherfuckers...sheesh! did i mention that it is 2007? i'd really like to hear a valid argument for continuing to use the word colored. just one-no fuck that, i'd have to hear a few actually. shit if you really want the organization to mean something, why not just call it the NAAP? leave the colored out. i guess that would cast aspersions on the history of the organization and its relation to the African community. perhaps that's too close to nap, as in nappy, as in nappy headed, as in ho's. i suppose that's going to be the next funeral. we gather here today to honor the passing of ho...imagine that. i recall from my college days how useless and ineffectual many organizations are simply because they focus on the most inane of goals and issues. setting the bar to low. have a funeral for the end of the Bush horror regime. shit i'd even be down with a funeral for reality television. fuck that, they need to have a funeral for the word colored...yeah, that's wassup!

fucking weirdos...

make like i am a standing member of the colored folks helpfulness society of America...

PEACE

kick that ass II

in a better mood, i gotta say, i just don't see me fightin' w/some idiot and risking my life over anything short of my family being put in harm's way. i'm just not interested in going to prison or dying over some straight up bullshit. who the hell am i trying to impress? yes. i am a man. i will pummel your head until you bleed. WTF! i just don't feel that drive outside of being extremely angry. even when i'm super pissed, i still just don't feel the need to haul off and just jack slap somebody. dunno, i guess some people find this option to be feasible in high stress situations. that and bustin' caps at people. i'm not trying to kill anybody. i just don't see the purpose. if it's not some type of revolution or uprising against the bullshit in this country, why the fuck should i. anyways, i'm done here...

make like i don't have to take a piss right now...

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i'ma kick that ass when i c u...

imagine actually getting into a life-threatening, physical altercation over some bullshit. why? i gotta say i've been truly pissed off about some shit in life, but other than when i was a kid, or just irrationally angry, i've never felt a desire to put my life at risk to whoop somebody's ass. i can think of a whole of maybe 3-4 occasions as an adult where i felt that pissed.

i actually don't feel this topic too tight. maybe i'll come back to it some other time...

make like i feel like finishing this entry...

PEACE

wow dude...

it's fucking amazing how open communication can change certain situations. i expected to have a most horrible if not mildly irritating weekend. i figured since i just caught the wife being rather unwifely, i would basically be spending the weekend hashin' that shit out. didn't quite work out how i expected. seems like, and my head ain't even gassed, we actually have been having mutually open conversations since the hardcore news broke. shit, she actually verbally admitted to being afraid to trust me with her full-on open communication. to hear that coming from someone who i've been with for 8+ years is kind of bugged the fuck out. it's kinda fucking scary. we've accomplished a great deal as a team and as individuals over the last few years. to think that the full-on disclosure was not entirely there is a little intimidating. think about that shit: the ability to accomplish some great shit while not actually giving your no questions, 100%, all. that's fucking scary in itself. why? because if we can do all this without both of us giving 100% on as many facets as possible, imagine what more can be done! it has the potential to be even greater. [see above title...]

there are definitely some other aspects of which i will not provide particular explicit detail. though this is a rather candid expression of my inner thoughts, i ain't no moterfucking fountain, so i don't give whoever does read this shit every goddamn thing. gotta leave something to some whoever's imagination. [ha! ha!] so i guess it's safe to say we are supposed to be working things out, but only time will truly tell. i ain't trippin', but hell yeah i'm pissed about the whole shit. it ain't right to find out the lies someone has told you. to make things worse, the other person involved ain't fucking competing! WTF! i can't say that i 'd rather be mad that she was involved with someone who was equal or better, but damn. i feel slighted 'cause this low budget cat was getting shit he ain't deserve at all. and i'm not saying that 'cause she's the wife 'n' shit, i'm saying that 'cause dude is stuck in slouch mode on some blah blah shit. why would you fuck w/that? anyways, that's the type of shit i thought would predominate the topics of discussion this weekend. it did not, i repeat, did not quite go down like that.

funny how shit works out sometimes...

make like i'm over here wil'in' out 'cause my weekend sucked ass...

PEACE

motherfucker...

"...you say motherfucker when you get shot..." - Eddie Murphy

so, i caught my so-called wife cheating again. come to find out she's been fucking w/this nut ass dude for about a year now. i had an idea, but i ain't gettin' into the particulars at this juncture. let's just say i wasn't surprised too much. i was hella pissed though. i wanted to just grip her the fuck up and kick the shit out of her ass. since i'm not one for man on women violence, that did not happen. add to that no pussy is worth me going to fucking jail and you won't find me beatin' dude's ass either. what the fuck for? even if i beat both of their asses and feel great afterwards, how great am i gonna feel when i get locked the fuck up. it'd be like an Chappelle "When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong" scenario. i must repeat, ain't no pussy on this planet worth me gettin' locked the fuck up. besides, if i'm locked up, i can't get any pussy anyway. if you really think about it, getting locked up will fuck up your whole pussy game. how's that? well for one, you end up missing out on gigs for being a felon/con. no gigs = no $ = highly limited selection of ass = damn near no pussy. i'm too selective for that shit. then again, i guess i ain't all that selective, or i wouldn't keep ending up w/crazy broads. friggin' thanks Mom!

yeah, so, i had a nice weekend to look forward to until the bullshit this afternoon/evening. my wife is so crazy she decides to have a goddamn in-depth discussion w/nutty dude on the phone while i'm supposed to be waiting for her. i picks up the phone to make a call and i hear her, nutty dude and some nutty chick on the phone talking about a severely sexually immature interaction that the 3 of them are attempting to arrange. unbeknownst to any of them i listened long enough to verify that she's cheatin' on me w/this asshole. what a dick (no pun intended). it's always amazing to me the amount of immaturity and denial that exists in the common relationship, even if it is supposedly just physical. usually that's a bullshit cover for people who are too pussy to put their feelings on the line. i figured that shit out when i was a teenager, but there a seasoned adults who still live off of that bullshit. utterly amazing. anyways, had to get my rant/vent on. the wife asks me "what are we gonna do?" i'm like, "what are you gonna do," cause i ain't w/the bullshit? guess we'll see if she's crazy like that or whatever. WTF!

yo, make like i'm inadequate and feel the least bit threatened by nutty dude...

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zafficial...

yerp, my fam is straight craze. my moms died about 2 months ago. too bad she wasn't a vampire and the mental illness i inherited from her died with her. sound crazy, but so what. besides, i'd still be infected by the crazy from pops side.

i'm in a somewhat reflective mood. some potential good from moms dying is my re-established contact with some of my 1st cousins. apparently, we're all crizzle. not like i didn't know that already, but sometimes it ain't so bad when you know you're not the only one. it's not really any consolation, it just gives you something to relate to sometimes.

speaking of crizzle fam, my younger sister is true to the genes. i always hoped that she would break away from our mom like i did, but apparently she is unaware of how the darkness consumed her life. she actually said to me that she believes she has/had bad karma. unless our mom changed her name, karma ain't the culprit. i thought we may be able to rebuild since mom is dead, but sis is to fucked up 4 me. she's on some other dumb shit that i ain't even tryin' to share. i should've known better. u gotta wonder about somebody who actively embraces a known family loony after recently escaping an initial one. either way, loony or not, there is still common courtesy.

we were supposed to meet this past weekend and she didn't even have the decency to call and say, "hey i can't make it." WTF! not only that, but she didn't contact me until i IM'ed her. even that was on some half-assed shit. she sends me some bullshit laden message about trying to call while being stuck in VA. ok, you were stuck, but no fucking body called me all weekend, especially not my wonderfully loonball lil'sis. how the fuck do you try to call someone, but neither my caller ID or voicemail show any signs of a call? guess being polite isn't a freakin' priority nowadays.

it's funny to me, 'cause our loony aunt asked me to promise to keep in touch w/sis. i had to explain to her that i have never put myself out of reach of some form of communication w/sis. sis is a grown ass woman who doesn't appear to be conducting herself in an adult manner. if nothing else, she ain't too polite. can't say she's not bright, but she sure ain't acting like she has mucado sense.

so you know it's like whatever at this point. my last contact clearly stated that i have an extremely low tolerance for bullshit and drama. i'm through at this point. i figure, i can't make her be my sis. besides, i didn't have a sister i knew until i was 12 and then lost her again after 5 years, so i'm kinda used to the non-existent relationship. what am i losing? nada!

on that note, make like the fucking Mavs are a championship quality team!

PEACE

itz bin a long tizime...

ohly snizzap! it's been a hella minit. haven't posted anything since the end of March. been kinda busy, preoccupied, uninterested, whatever. mostly i haven't felt like searching, culling, editing photos to post with my entries. since i started using photos, i said i was going to keep it up. me being the anal completist that i am, i just won't post if i can't post w/pics. so, here i am back in the miznix...

copped a Gamecube a couple of weeks ago off of eBay. i ain't mad at it. i wanna get a Wii, but i'm waiting for the obligatory price drop that usually comes about a year after a new system drops. i ain't fuckin' w/none of the other systems. PS3 can kiss my ass (costs 2 damn much). and XBox's are a MS product (you figure that one out on your own). i had been plottin' on the GC for over a year now, but when i learned about the Wii, i figured i'd cop one. i ain't ready to plop down $250 for a game system when i've got my trusty old PC to use for superior graphics and minimal loading time(s). why bother? why indeed...
that's about the size of it. i've always love action type games. this game got me when i saw it during it's introductory college tour. there was a free setup at the student center and i was immediately hooked. problem is they never bothered to release a PC version. when i realized this was going to be the case, i immediately decided i had to cop a GC. there wasn't much consideration for anything else. Nintendo has been getting it in since the Donkey Kong age. gotta respect an original when they stay in the game and keep innovating at a high level. that's why i'm getting a Wii, eventually...

well that's about it for the nizow...

make like the Mavs didn't drink some Eagles choke juice...

PEACE

doops!

that would be a cross between damn & oops...

i gotta take a monster leak...BRB...okay.

so, i really don't have anything in particular to say. got a new car. battery died on me. replaced it w/battery from old car. vroom, vroom, vroom. blah, blah, blah...

laters.

make like i feel liking making a make like...

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spartes muntes

that's pospeak for i ain't post shit hardly all last month. WTF. too busy ordering shit and trying to get a new ride. speaking of which, looks like the financial institution of choice didn't jam me up after all. turns out the original loan officer misinformed me about the significance of the amount of the loan request. DOH! not that i specifically asked the chick that question or anything...

all that done and said, the squad is now rolling in a brand old '98 Camry. oddly, this is what i originally wanted when i ended up settling for the '93 Maxima that is Needa. so now we'll be wippin Gotta. boom! boom! bang! bang!

funny how things turn out sometimes. anyways, short blurb times. i'm 'bout to get my mad buzz and pass out on...

make like the heat is on in my crib right now...

PEACE

hard bowl

i ain't mad at Lovie Smith. this was a win-win game for me. i would've been good had either team took it since they both had African coaches. don't know about all that "great day for our country" shtuff, but it definitely breaks another unspoken barrier for the unseen gatekeeper crew. the hot thing is that these guys don't treat their players like assholes. no yelling and no cursing...imagine that on a professional sports team. can you say Bobby Knight?

if i had to chose, i kinda wanted Chicago to win. Indy winning is hot though, 'cause now i can really point out the mistake Tampa Bay made in letting the Dunge Man go. John Gruden who? as i've said for years, that guy won a Super Bowl with another coach's team. what has Gruden done since he made the team his own? NADA! at least not yet anyway. Dungy comes to Indy, works up the team in his mold, deals with continued naysaying, and gets it in finally. it's no coincidence buddy. Tampa Bay's ownership fucked up on that one. speaking of shafting oneself, can you say Edge? wow, what a difference one season can make. a slight salary hit and Edgerrin James has a Super Bowl ring on his finger...ooops!

make like Rex Grossman is currently Chicago's most loved...



PEACE

that time of year again...

it's good old tax time. or at least it's get your W-2's, 1099's, etc. time. if you have no idea, get down with the electronic filing option. TurboTax is pretty hot. can you say refund in 7 business days? [HOT!] anyways, current funding plans tend to have me building my laptop to use as a portable production/editing station. [AWESOME!] it looks as if the mixing console is going to have to wait again until i save up some more loot. [DAMN!] gotta keep my savings goals up. if i cop the console & build the laptop, i'm looking at killing damn near my whole dose of funds. don't want to go out like that. speaking of...did you hear about Andy Reid's sons' adventures this week?

make like Andy Reid's son's are model citizens...PEACE

de hale!

so i answered this letter i got about "guaranteed" auto credit. yet another adventure in financial futility. i found out today that my big ass does not fit in just any car. either i really gained a lot of weight over the last few years or cars are small as shit inside. i sat in a Mercury Sable and i thought i was trying to drive a box. popped in a Dodge Stratus and my knee thought it was a guage on the freakin' dash. [sheesh!] i know i probably irked the shit out of the closer dude. i flat out told him i didn't want a note over $150 and as close to $100 as possible. "i've never done a deal for $100..." well sir, you've never done a deal with me then. supposedly they're gonna call Monday, but i've heard that shit before. won't be holding any oxygen on that one.

it isn't all that pressing for me anyway, because the only thing they had that i fit in was a Chevy Impala. i'll admit it was a nice ride w/low mileage, but it wasn't what i want to get. i know shit about a Chevy Impala. i'm going to have to look them up just in case dude wasn't bullshittin' about calling me back. if i don't get financing, i'm gonna end up having to use me tax ref to pop a new whip. last year i got jammed by Needa & the trannie and couldn't get my A&H mixer. i'm not trying to do that again this year. i plan to get some much needed new equipment, as well as upgrades for some existing equipment. i've got to put my project studio in motion...

on that note...

make like Michael Strahan learned anything from Orenthal James Simpson...

PEACE

gatdammit!

why did all my picks lose this weekend? i didn't really pick the Seahawks/Bears game, so i guess it ain't too bad, but dayum! being that my team totally sucked this season, i had to watch those who did not. i'm not a die hard fan of any 1 team really anyway. the nearest thing to an exception would be Pittsburgh, but again, they sucked this year. so, on that note, how 'bout them Eagles? better yet on the birds tip, WTF happened to Baltimore? sheesh! talk about somebody not showing up. was Jamal Lewis back in prison or something? [okay, i know, that was unnecessary...] i'm not mad at Philadelphia. at least they put up a fight. much like the 1st half of the season though, they forget to let Westbrook do his thing. considering what little chance he got, he made the most of it. definitely should have given him more opps. probably would have made a significant difference. but hey, what the hell do i really know about football?

well, that's a post as far as i'm concerned. soon, my peoples should be providing me with a link to some interesting audio happenings. when i get it, i'll post it, but nobody reads this blog so...

make like it matters what i post in this blog...

PEACE