well what the hellburger is going on here!?!

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

make like a C bus on Broad Street

PEACE

dig daggum...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

right then!

trap door under your feet...

PEACE

i'd like to smack'em...

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

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

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

3. intellectually lazy individuals

4. republicans

5. democrats

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

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

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

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

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

find the opposite side of the door

PEACE

what da dealie yo!

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

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

freestyle skills baby...

you ain't know...

ha! ha!

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

make like visible when the switch is on off

PEACE

miscellaneous blah...

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

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

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

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

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

make like summer at the autumnal equinox

PEACE

confessions of a vinyl junkie...

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

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

VINYL I LOVE YOU!

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

make like solar after a supernova...

PEACE

well now, what the figgle dig...

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

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

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

alligator before my crocodile after while

PEACE

geezle weezle...

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

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

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

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

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

PEACE

what the sheazle!

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

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

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

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

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

make like a pop fly...

PEACE

skiddley be bop da boobie doo...

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

make like MJ & the NBA...

PEACE