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