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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...

PEACE

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uh, oh...

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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ha, ha, ha haaaa!

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

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

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

you're 2005 at 11:59.59.99 + 00.00.00.01

PEACE & BLESSINGS

straight uppedness...

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

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

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

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

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

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

make like Osama and the war on terrorism...

PEACE

oh snizzie sho fizzie...

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

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

make like Chris Rock hosting the Academy Awards...

PEACE

half a dollar = no sense

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

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

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

make like tub water after the pulled plug

PEACE

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