Friday, January 04, 2013

New Beginnings ... All over again?

"I thought this was America people ..."
- Not Guilty, Jay Z/R. Kelly
 
Twenty-thirteen is here. This news has to bewilder some Mayans, encourage some zombie enthusiast, and leave some other of us in anticipation of a new year. Awash in the tsunami of "try-ers" in the gym sweating to re-invent themselves, I try to coach myself to be attune to the opportunities the new year will bring. I'm sure I have missed a lifetime's worth, but there is still a need to sharpen the radar. But "in the duties of the day", as my mother would always say, I am seemingly oblivious to a lot of things. The years have made me non-uniquely equipped to let others be whomever they chose as long as the pretense, ruse, or curtain does not hinder, deter, or defame my immediate concerns. This attitude has been my safeguard to not judge others and has kept me open to learn more about human nature. I thought it was helping me be a better person. Being acutely aware of my own degeneracy leaves me constantly wanting to be a better person. But the mechanics I have used for said modicum of improvement have proved to be only good for coping. I have had to reexamine how my great hope to 'let people live' have shrouded me in a great unawareness that I did not think I was capable of and displayed to me how much I don't know - and believe me, what I don't know is a Titan compared to what I am certain that I do know.
 
Evidentiary fact to my adroit deficit :
  • Trying to be health aware, I go to the gym to get a good sweat. Regulars recognize regulars and engage in chit chat in common areas, sports, the weather, current events are the usual fare. In 2012, a gentleman introduced himself after a few casual conversations and wanted to know what goes on being new to the city. I immediately inform him of how limited entertainment is but knowing that my wife has a gaggle of single friends, I steer the conversation in that area. Time goes b, I invite this guy to a few events that the wives clubs and orgs host - no dice. Long story short we have the talk about why he has never accepted any of the invites and he comes out to me. Whoa. An absolute first for me. Did not see it coming, but could not judge. Dude had already seen me walking around the locker room in various states of undress, how could I maturely start acting different because he's gay. That being said, how did I miss it.
  • An old friend made the allegation that he has known for years that another old friend had been gay since their childhood. This was the first he had ever mentioned it and I felt a minor bit of outrage that he would make such a statement and dared him to make that statement in front of our mutual buddy. The buddy has always been known as a ladies man by legend and sight, so I instantly denied the allegation but in the light of today's time, can I afford to stand on such absolutes?
 
These are all adult decisions that I may one day have to explain to my kids how I could not admonish anyone for making but in turn would not want them making for themselves.
 
I have to let them live. I can not judge anyone but now I know I have to be more in tune with everyone.
 
Happy 2013 to all ...

http://tinybuddha.com/blog/a-creative-way-to-judge-less-and-appreciate-life-more/

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

You've been invited to Stage 32

You've been invited to Stage 32

You've been invited to Stage 32


You've been invited to join Stage 32, the fastest growing network for film, television and theater creatives. Over the last 5 months, nearly 40,000 talented people from over 175 countries have joined the Stage 32 movement. Stage 32 is exclusively for seasoned pros, motivated industry newcomers and students to gather, discuss new ideas and develop great projects. We join actor with director, director with producer and producer with cast and crew.

Stage 32 helps you stay informed, grow your network and use your connections to help you find work or get projects off the ground. It's like Facebook meets LinkedIn for creatives!

As the saying goes, "It's not what you know, it's who you know."
 

Click here to accept your invitation to Stage 32:

http://www.Stage32.com/welcome/?invite=IN641208



Sincerely,

The Stage 32 Team

Our mailing address is:
7302 E Helm Dr
Scottsdale, AZ 85260

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Reflections ...

Is this car worth marrying this woman for at least five years and possibly a Honda 400X to boot if you continue the sham ... errr ... loving relationship ordained by God? Jalopnik

I know this is not funny, but ... the fact that it was in New Jerz makes me wonder where Tony Soprano and the gang were when it happened. Hit?

Check dudes track record as he has served our country:
  • referred to Joe McCarthy as a hero for America. here
  • said terrorist would dance in the streets when Obama got elected. here
  • the abuses at Abu Ghraib was just hazing. here
His latest patriotic act ... here




As classy as Keisha Cole is slowly becoming ... Frankie manages do make her take two steps back. here

Sea Lions on the Point ... A new meaning to trapping sea lion ... Gawker

Is 43 too late for me to get one of these? Design Milk

Top Three Hip Hop Report ... Jay, Diddy, Ye ... Anybody surprised? Forbes

The birth of civilization is one thing, but this is a stetch ... The Sun

Obama = Hitler?? Really?? TalkingPoints

Afraid of the Dark? This should help. YouTube

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

The B1tch Set Me Up ... Part II

Marion ... Marion ... Marion ....

You can not be serious.

My July 4th holiday was muddled in a hail of confusion and bullsh1t. Crying babies and inane questions had me pushed to my limits. I was about to channel my inner Michael Douglas from 'Falling Down' and go postal on some folks. I seriously needed a drink but I feared that alcohol would bring out the postman in me and I would not be able to 'Blame it on the A A AA cohol' (as if I had not heard that enough).

And then ... The calm came. Woo-sah!!!!!! Breathe in through the nose and force it out. Man, the rush of oxygen to the bloodstream was great, I felt renewed. Only to see the latest high yella brother on CNN report that former Chocolate City mayor Marion Barry had been arrested for stalking by Park Police in the city that loved him so much that they elected him multiple times, even after he was the subject of a DEA raid with a crack whore and pipe in hand. The Humanity.

Initially, I felt as though America's Mayor was being set up. A victim of harassment and the political assassination that has plagued him before. I was hot. I could not wait to blast a few of his critics for this unnecessary kick to the groin of a man who had suffered way more than his share for being a vessel for public service. But, something told me to wait. Don't fall victim to the haste of your younger days. Don't shoot then aim. I am glad I did.

http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/display.php?id=37514

Apparently, the City Paper has covered the entire fiasco and the reporter was basically spoon fed all the information it needed by Barrys' ex-girlfriends ex-husband.

Now if anybody associated in any story are too exes removed ... it's a setup. I don't care if it is a ex-poolboys ex-dopeman ... it's a setup. My mother told me at a young age that if any of my excuses involved more the two other people that I would suffer a beating regardless of how good the story was.

The City Paper included the desperate attempt of a former crackhead to rid himself of the object in which he so fiended (sic) via phone messages:

  • “I’m gone. I’m not gonna think about it anymore. I’m not gonna worry about it like I used to, not gonna pray about it, not gonna do nothing....You don’t even exist. Goodbye, good luck, God bless you.”
  • “Wake up, Donna. Come down here and enjoy yourself. Let’s meet and try to resolve this thing. You don’t want to meet? I’m gone.You won’t hear from me again.”
  • “I’m getting ready to leave the situation, but call me and we can meet away from your house. I would suggest in a park or something and talk about this....I want to help save your life. So, call me.”
  • “Donna, this thing’s gotten outta hand. That’s too bad. I don’t want to continue talking to you about anything and I don’t want to press no charges, I don’t wanna do nothin.’ I just want to be left alone and so you oughtta do the same thing. Don’t call me.”
  • “Donna, you don’t have to answer your home phone....Don’t call me back. I will not take a call from you; I’m not gonna call you, so this is it.”
  • “Donna, call me....I’d like to apologize and settle this matter. It’s not anybody’s interest to continue.”
  • “Call me and let me know what you think ’cause I’m ready to end all this and let it go. I apologize to you. I’m sorry. You know I love you and that after this we gonna go our separate ways and I’ll give up trying to help....Call me.”
  • “It’s not in either one of our interests or anybody’s interest to keep this stuff going. I’m prepared...to apologize...And, uh, so call me back. Please. On my cell phone.
They also included some comedy gold as,
  • "You put me out in Denver cause I would not suck your d1ck ..."
and
  • "We looked like Ike and Tina Turner fighting in the middle of a Las Vegas casino ..."
I'm wondering how I missed the latter event when it happened.

So on our nations birthday, MB and his jump off (Ms. Donna Watts-Brighthaupt) planned a trip up the coast a bit to get back their loving ways and trap was set.

Marion refused to apologize to Brighthaupt's ex for having him banned from a CNN screening and so she called the trip off and took him home. But, it was sorta like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack, Barry had to spy on his ex-girl in the park and apparently did not do a good enough job on his camouflage or could not see very well through the lenses of his Bushmaster binoculars. Park police nabbed him and charged him with stalking.

So in my "Take the Wheel, Jesus" moment, I was spared the embarrassment of trying to defend Mr. Barry and came up with a few more precious quotables, all compliment to our illustrious mayoral leader.

MB ... you sent her to the car cause she would not bless the fireman????? HAHAHAHAHA ... Precious Moments.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

F-Bomb : The Day After

INT.  DAYTIME  AROUND 10a - OFFICE of the GOVERNOR ROD BLAGOJEVICH

The office appears as though a whirlwind has just hit it.  Gov. Blagojevichs' (I always have to slow down when I type that name) secretary is busy answering several ringing phone lines while sitting on the remainder of her desk chair).  She is asking some callers to hold, removing her ear from the phone when other callers chose to yell into the receiver, and some line she just refuses to answer.

The secretary is almost amazed as she spy the governor and his posse striding through the hole where the door once was.

GOVERNOR BLAGOJEVICH
(passing the secretary)
Hey, Peggy.
(stopping at the splintered door of his office)
Can you hop down to Starbuck's and get 
me a triple mocha half whip tucked under 
and nut rolled machiatto?  It's my b-day, 
yanno ...
(turning to the boys in his posse)
You boys want anything?

It's gonna cost you!!!!!
(The governor breaks into a blast of knee slapping laughter)

I crack me up ... But seriously, what happens the next day, your birthday, the day after you have been arrested for what you had revealed by way of wiretap, no less than two days after you stood with unionized employees that simply wanted their rights and stated that people caould tape anything he says.  As if he was as Teflon as John Gotti.  One week after Plaxico Burress was perp-walked in New York, Blagojevich took the same walk of shame.  At least they let Plax come down to the station, they got dude at his crib ... in front of his neighbors (usually a look that would be reserved for Plax and the crew).

This type of stuff would be only plausible in a David Chase story like 'The Wire' or 'The Soprano's, it is certainly a great combination of the two.  If the guy felt/knew he was being taped, why was he doing so much talking over the phone?  Tony Soprano, Avon Barksdale, or Marlo Stansfield would all have come up with alternative communication than phones ... and they are criminals.  If you are the governor, you would think he would have some inside track to information that was being gathered on you ... unless you have no friends.

All and all, I have created the most unusual excuses for mot showing up at work (some justified ... most were not), but I think having been arrested at my home, taken downtown and booked, and trying to find someone to answer the collect phone call to come bail me out would have sufficed.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Serious Consideration is Required

If the Big 3 approves of this type of vehicle design decision, how can they possibly justify getting a government 'bridge loan'?

Ineptitude usually manifest itself in the choices that are attributed to you.  Someone thought that a hatchback Trans Am would sell.  

I thought that there was a 3 - 5 year span between concept vehicle to production approval.  At least that is the standard line from automakers when they were asked some 10 years ago to start making vehicles that met certain fuel efficient standards.  I guess they felt that it was easier or cheaper to lobby Congress rather than provide the product that the government and this country has asked for.

I can't say that I ever  saw one of these on the street, but it looks a lot like the Dodge Magnum.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Houston's Finest ...

Along with such things as :
  • the cute girl that is actually a dude
  • the candy hamburger that actually taste like .... a hamburger
  • the holiday where you actually have to work
I humbly submit - 



The may appear to be that classic Mercedes SL that the ballers rolled back in the 90's, but upon closer inspection it is not.  

This vehicle indeed can be had through Craigslist from a seller in the Houston area for the low low price $3,995.  

If you are a 80's baby and the idea of cutting the alligator off an IZOD/LaCoste polo and pasting or gluing the said logo onto the brand new LeTigre polo then you would not have any problem with the fact that your SL is actually a Chrysler LeBaron.  But let's just say you are either gonna roll solo or convince any passengers that the result of the Chrysler/Daimler merger.  Good Luck.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Separation Anxiety ...

I had a green coat once ... I loved that coat, but I left that coat in the balcony of the Wynewood Theater after watching Lady and the Tramp back in 1975.  I got over the loss of that coat after being picked up in my step dads '72 Buick Century where the over-active heater had the cab of the car at just below inferno temperatures.  That green coat was just another item added to the list of things that I thought I could not do without (Feressa Plouche being another), but did not actually feel robbed when I had to.  That coat hopefully went to some good and Feressa should be getting out on parole any day now - God Bless her.

Among the latest political fallout is the Zogby poll commissioned by a documentary producer to go along with his film, Media Malpractice ... How Obama Got Elected.  From the information promoting the film and website, the premise of the total effort is to proclaim that from the survey sample, a large degree of Obama supporters were driven by the media and conversely since the media is so enamored with PE Obama that their coverage has blinded the people and driven them to make uninformed decisions.  The fallout of gathering and publishing the information as they did is much more wide-spread than that.  Since this poll, its results, and the future of the documentary would never thrive without media assistance, then it is subject to media interpretation.  Unfortunately, some media outlets will spin these poll results to their agenda and will take some of the most ordinary answers and cast some poor aspersions on people that don't really deserve it.  Worst yet, some interpretation have been taken as if PE Obama was elected by the mindless of our nations population.

In the YouTube snippet posted on the site, there are some people that don't know the answers to some general news-of-the-day type questions and true they seem more knowing of the issue that were repeated during the campaign, most media driven, but very local.  512 voters is hardly a cross-section of the actual votes that were cast for the President-Elect.  I don't have an issue with skirting the facts for comedy sake or to make a joke, but this is one of those cases where better judgement should have been exercised.  With unchecked authority or proper sampling, the results of this poll could be used to undermine the national confidence in a man that is the tip of the sword for what this country will be for the next four years.

Nate Silver, of fivethirtyeight.com, stated that the poll got stupid answers because it asked stupid questions.  Coming from a guy who makes a living on publishing polls, I have to agree.  Looking further into the poll really shows how the context of this poll, as benign as the questions and answers are, have been raked over the coals to tough on the more base nature of the comments that are being made by the public at large.  Comments that somehow attribute Obama's win solely to people of color (the poll numbers refute that), or that the majority of Obama voters were poor or uneducated (the poll also shows that to be untrue).

So say what you may about how the President-Elect has come to be the President-Elect, fact is that he is and it took more than minorities, low-income, or poorly educated to do so.  The media, as powerful and broad-reaching as it is can not put a man in office (were that the case Al Gore would have had a turn).

True ... the poll and documentary has shown that there were/are some uninformed voters.  True ... my heart sank just a bit to see the people of color on the video that were not prepared to represent for the first man of color in office.  They may be portrayed as less than adept, but the poll shows that they interviewed hardly any NASCAR fans (i mean ... if you really want to show some less-than-smartness (sic) Talledega would seem like a good place to start).

So, I lamented about that coat for all of 30 minutes ... When Feressa figured she had a shot with Rodney Allen Rippy, I was devastated for about ... 30 minutes ... Al Gore and Florida, maybe a day or about as long as it took to realize I had to go back to work.  You will have your chance to say I told you so in four years.  Plain and simple ... get over it.  The healing starts now.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Two Minute Hate

Bare with me if you please.  I am starting a new post that I plan to update regularly.  I am by nature or nurture a cynical person and with today's constant reporting of the sublimely ridiculous, inane, and flat out stupid, I need a release.

Thanks to that summer reading list my mom found back in the summer of my freshman year, I give you my version of George Orwell's, 1984, "Two Minute Hate".

  • How in the hell does someone come up with the bright idea of becoming a pirate?  Are they still called 'pirates' these days?  What is the recruitment process like?  God knows the military here is having a hard time replenishing the US military.  Hell, a recruiter half as old as me tried to hand me a brochure in the grocery store the other day.  I had to let him know, 'Dude, I got kids older than you.'  So obviously, we need to stop trying to sell the GI Bill and start promising gold doubloons, rubies, and other such booty (sic).
  • You Republican honks are killing me with the question, "Why have we not heard anything more about Obama's campaign promises?  He just said those things to get elected."  First of all, he is not the president yet.  If I could get a job and not have to 'go to work' right away, I will take my time too.
  • Please go away:
  1. Joe the Plumber
  2. Sarah Palin
  3. Madonna/Mr. Madonna and your whole divorce fiasco (Go to Mexico)
  4. All you dudes out there driving Volkswagen Beetles with the flower
  5. The Clinton's (Bill and Hill, wherever Chelsea is .... go there)
  • The Al-Qaeda number two guy, Al-Zawahiri tossed a racial slur at PE Obama, Condi Rice, and Colin Powell.  Dude .... could you have found a more up-to-date term other than 'house negro'?  Julian Bond and Al Sharpton don't even use 'negro' anymore.  We, as in Black people, are waaaaaaaaayyyy pass 'house negro' these days.  If you want to get under the skin of a brother, make the claim that he has 'b!tch-a$$' ways or question his street credibility.
  • Ice Cube should be banished from gangster rap.  Anybody in their 40's should stop proclaiming to be a gangster.  Most 40-plus gangsters are still scraping toothbrushes on the floor or trying to get acclimated to the outside world.
  • A missile intercept test in Hawaii failed.  WTF .... I'm headed to my basement chock full of Spam and Spam-associated products now.  The failed test cost $55 million, for half of that I could fit 3 more people in the basement and they can have two slices of fried SPAM.
That's my time .... Please tip your waitress and don't forget to try the veal.

I'm out to try and Hi-Jack something .... Peace.


Thursday, November 13, 2008

'W' please go quietly ...

'W' put out feelers to certain publishing houses about crafting his memoirs and the silence was deafening.  Understandably so, I mean is there anything to gain from reading his view on the last eight years?  Bush is not a guy with the great gift of subterfuge, so the things he directed as President and the motives are fairly clear, so I don't think the general public is ready for the Bush book tour which would surely include an appearance on 'The View' and Elizabeth Hasslebeck's GOP lap dance (I just threw up in my mouth).

So in the absence of hearing G-Dub stammer about the behind the scenes events of the last eight years, comes news that '43' will more than likely follow the lead of Harry Truman and recuse himself and fellow crooks ... er .... cronies from testifying before any court that has questions on who knew what when CIA agent Plame was exposed, why attorneys that were not compliant with Bush edicts were fired, why were GITMO detainees denied an opportunity to speak with anyone other than the guys that were torturing them, etc.

The right to escape or block such inquiries was brought to light in '53 after Truman left and Eisenhower took over and the country wanted to know how an individual that had at one point been labeled a Communist could be appointed head of the International Monetary Fund by the Fair Deal author.

Truman quickly had his lawyer's draft a letter explaining that any testimony that he could offer would be a violation of trust to the office that he no longer held and the '53 Congress backed off even though there was no legal precedence that gave him that true power.

Since then, Nixon used the Truman reference to dodge Watergate testimony and now Poppy's eldest boy is poised to block any questions citing the same incident.  Somehow the Jack Nicholson scene from 'A Few Good Men' comes to mind, "You can't handle the truth!!!!"

Please Mr. Bush, go quietly into that good night ...

Get Out of My TV ...

I can be more tolerant than most people would guess.  I give most people a pass as they try to fabricate the image they chose to present to the outside world - up to two particular points.  Don't try to convince me when I know better (especially when you don't make a salient point) and overexposure is never a good thing for anybody, anytime, no matter the circumstance.

With that being said, I have pushed away from the table, but yet I am being force fed a spoiled helping of Sarah Palin and the retching spasms have started.  Somebody please take her off my TV before I end up deep sixing in the same fashion as Jimi Hendrix or Mama Cass Elliot.  

Governor, you are exceeding your fifteen minute limit.  Every moment over the limit is causing excruciating pain to everyone capable of receiving television broadcast transmissions.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

People, Please .... There are still more than 60 days before the Inauguration.


In case you have been under a rock for the last week or so, the senator from Illinois has gain the confidence of this nation and been elected President. 

After taking a short breath, President-elect Barack Obama (sounds weird, huhn) has stayed just as busy vetting potential cabinet members and assuring as smooth a transition into the White House as possible. Winning the honor to lead this country was a daunting task. Becoming the Commander and Chief is even more daunting. To deal with those that still have not come to grips that Obama will be President and would be better served by not having to deal with inane babble is insurmountable.

The first salvo of ignorance that has crossed the bough of out latest political results comes from Congressman Paul Broun (R), GA. Broun has added this into the flow back tank of stupidity with the following statement:

It may sound a bit crazy and off base, but the thing is, he's the one who proposed this national security force. I'm just trying to bring attention to the fact that we may -- may not, I hope not -- but we may have a problem with that type of philosophy of radical socialism or Marxism. That's exactly what Hitler did in Nazi Germany and it's exactly what the Soviet Union did. When he's proposing to have a national security force that's answering to him, that is as strong as the U.S. military, he's showing me signs of being Marxist.
Then later:
We can't be lulled into complacency," Broun said. "You have to remember that Adolf Hitler was elected in a democratic Germany. I'm not comparing him to Adolf Hitler. What I'm saying is there is the potential of going down that road.
My friends (or my fellow prisoners ... as McCain said), if you can excuse my sensitivity in this matter, please don't take it as a point of being upset that a gentleman from a historically racist southern state has besmirched such a momentous occasion as the first person of color being chosen to lead this country by comparing him to Adolf Hitler, but more to the fact that he made the Hitler reference and then tried to back away by curtailing his insert-foot-in-mouth statement by saying that he is not comparing Obama to Hitler (as if we have no sense of deductive reasoning).  But to further illustrate that this man's mouth is way out in front of his thinking, he ends the statement with the warning that whereas he is not making the Hitler comparison, that is possibly where we are heading.

Gaul?  maybe .... Lameness??  For sure.

First off, Mr. Broun, to think that a person that has been duly elected and will be under the amount of scrutiny that President-elect Obama will see, can turn this country into the type of regime that Hitler led Germany is ludicrous at best.  The idea of a Homeland security force is not an Obama original, but was/has been sought out by members of the Republican party since 9/11.

So if anything, Broun is uneducated on the facts.  Reason enough to not shoot your mouth off about someone you really don't know, but far from a deterrent.

But all in all, Obama has not had a full two weeks to wrap in head around what it is that he has sought.  Give the guy a chance to sit in the Oval office and smell the rich Corinthian leather and to marvel at the mahogany appointments.  Give him the "Oh Sh!t, What have I gotten into" moment before you start with the all out hatery assault.  Whether it is motivated by pure hate, prejudice, jealousy, envy, or whatever - he deserves that much.  The tactic of generating fear of a President Obama did not work in the Democratic primary, the general election, and now after it is a done deal, they will have little effect at least until the man has started serving as the country's leader.

Marxist?  Hitler?  dictator?  Are you kidding me?

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Monday, October 22, 2007

When the Magic is gone ....

http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/22/people.copperfield.ap/index.html

When I first saw this story it took me back to the fateful day in '91, weeks before the NBA season was to tip. I was playing TechmoBowl with my boy JLove (I finally got the Giants D to stop Hershel Walker from getting to the corner) and we got the news that 'Magic' Johnson was retiring from the Lakers to deal with the HIV virus that he had contracted (speculation abound, suffices to say, I never looked at Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall the same way). The Magic was truly gone from the NBA that very day.

Back to present day, your boy D. Copperfield is getting hounded by the cops for ... well ... for being a magician. The allegation at hand is that Copperfield forced himself on an unidentified woman and therefore authorities have searched his magicians warehouse (secret hideout??) and the Las Vegas theater (secret lair??) in which he commonly does new tricks (hahaha .... check the double entendre!!! Does it count if I have to point it out??)

The trick ... ahem .... young lady launching these allegations refused to give details on how Copperfield came on to her, but describes different locations in which Dave tried the SnakeCharmer on her. Dave's manager was quoted as saying that Copperfield did not do this because he does not have to (I did not have to feel up Ms. Theopilous back in the 6th grade, but that sari did not cover everything and I was a sixth grader with raging hormones), but he does have a certain point. Magicians have an uncanny nack for creeping up on some of the most choice dime pieces. Copperfield had a six year relationship with super model Claudia Schiffer, recently Chris Angel managed to place Britney Spears under a spell (but reports state that Jack and Coca-Cola can not actually be counted as a potion).

Copperfield more than likely used the same powers that he used to convince audiences that he could make Lady Liberty disappear or when he walked through the Great Wall of China. The young lady can not really give a full account of what happened exactly, but when she finally came to her senses she noticed a lot of glitter on erogenous areas, a magic wand, top hat w/ rabbit, and a cape stuck to her back (Copperfield supermanned that oooohhhhhh!!!!!).

So just like Magic Johnson, Copperfield will be back from this to mesmerize us with that thousand mile stare and elevator music. But if you are a hot chick and find yourself around Dave don't look him in the eyes.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Friday, May 26, 2006

For the Love of a Good Cape ...

I just checked the latest 'X-Men' pic in the afternoon (unbeknownst to my boss). Anybody that has ever read anything that I have ever written know that I am struck by the oddest isht that may occur everyday. While peepin' X-Men: The Last Stand, I realized that I need a cape.

Now not everyone that is endowed with certain powers can pull off the cape. If your powers are limited to feats of strengths that don't equate in being airborne or great mental skill that is limited where levitation is concerned, there is no need for a cape. If you can transcend space and time, fly, or leap and soar for extended periods of time, you need and cape. Unless you have wings which makes the whole point redundant.

How cool is it to have a cape?

I never understood why Batman has a cape. Can't fly, levitate, nor does he have tremendous leaping skills. Maybe it is meant to hide those secret gadgets. I don't know. My thought is that he thought they it was particularly stylish, but I am a more functional guy.


Dracula wore a cape even though when he chose to fly he turned into an entirely different form all together. I think that is a major abuse of cape.


I know that the cape is really not aiding anyone in their ability to fly, if you can fly, you are pretty much grand-fathered in. But if you can not fly or you are flying in a form other than your presented form, major CAPE ABUSE.

As a super-hero, don't get caught up in trying to garner style points. The last thing that I need to worry about as I look for someone to save me is a primping hero.It's bad enough that Superman has that hairdo and the full body tights are disturbing, but if I am in a free fall out of a building in Metropolis, beggars can't be choosers.


Shape-shifters shouldn't wear capes, nor should rocket propulsion guys like Tony Starks (aka Ironman).

And how ridiculous would it be if Captain America chose to rock the cape.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

When Factual Report Collide w/ Everyday Life ....

I ran across a CNN Technology report today:

Official: Africans pay $1,800 for 1GB of data


http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/internet/05/18/Africa/index

You can read it for yourself, but apparently the Minister for Information and Communication Mutahi Kagwe stated that the cost of consumer internet service in Africa is around $1800 compared to the roughly estimated $20 in the US and other parts of the world. This is apparently cause by the lack of cable infrastructure in Africa and the hassle of routing services to all parts of the world in order to get a signal.

I fell for my African brethren, because I would have a hard time dealing with the forays of today's world without the ability to connect to the world wide web. I would have trouble finding out what is hot in the streets. I would have to go back to placing my sports bets through a bookie and avoid him when I lose big. And god forbid that I would have to lift a phone to communicate with the outside world. And yes, I would have to renew my porn subscriptions.

Minister for Information and Communication Mutahi Kagwe delivered his report on the deprived state of his country by way of an interpreter and this is where this whole thing is sitting worse than those three day old Chinese pea pods that my wife warned me not to eat. Anytime a story is filtered through an interpreter there is too much gray area for mis-interpretation or deception. I believe what we are facing here is a prime example of how rampant dishonesty is by people of certain positions in under developed nations. I can not fault Kagwe because I think that he is simply unaware, but the interpreter Bitange Ndemo may be in a plot to pull some wool.

How can it be so expensive for Africans to use the internet? How is it that they don't have the money to build the infrastructure for cheaper web services? Just yesterday, I received an email from a gentleman that was the comptroller for a courier service there that was holding $15M cash that was supposed to be delivered to a long lost relative of mine. All he needed is my personal financial information to have the funds released to me. Now I just would not feel right accepting that cash knowing that there are people in that country that would have to pay almost 2G's to download porn. Plus, if it is so hard to get the internet, then how did this guy find me?

Something is just not right .....

Thursday, March 23, 2006



I often try to avoid being the nemesis in someone else's reality. Whoever and however a person has formed their reality, so be it. If you like it, I love it. And as long as it does not interfere with my reality or assaults my sensibilities, I have no real objection to anything anyone else will do. Until today ......

Today I ran across a picture that invaded my RSS aggregator and it grabbed my sensibilities by the neck and shook us damn near to the point of passing out. I don't know anybody in this picture and the is no real story behind it.

What it does is give me justification for opposing any stance for same sex marriage.

Ricky Williams donning a wedding dress was probably a cathartic and liberating experience for him, but it was staged to make the point that there would eventually be a divorce between Williams, Ditka, and the New Orleans Saints organization. This guy in the picture above sports the wedding dress in gayful bliss of the nuptials of spending a lifetime with his homey.

Not that there is anything WRONG with that.

What become so harsh is the fact that this guy makes for one of the most gruesome brides that I have ever seen - whether serious or staged.

I know that I had very little to do with making the wedding pictures that my wife and I share palatable. It was all her and she carried the photo shoot and made the pictures worthwhile.

So yes, as shallow as it may sound (and I have been known to be as deep as a thimble), I oppose same sex marriage because of the ugly wedding photos. Now some may say, 'Hold on, what about two women? That's art right?' Yes, they would be correct. Two women 'being' together late night on SkineMax is art. The union between Butch and the Lipstick is not art and the thought of Butch suiting up in a tux for the picture gives my stomach the same feeling I had when I wonder what Elvis saw in Peanut Butter, Banana, and Bacon Sandwiches.

Monday, March 20, 2006

.... And I Don't Mean That In A Good Way.

"You'se a Nigga and I don't mean that in a Good Way!!"
- Bernie Mack Impersonator, Intro
Kanye West, The College Dropout



As a matter of race, being the only, the first, or being associated as a pioneer for your people in you field is always a milestone that deserves some respect. Martin Luther King Jr. was not the first to speak about the oppression of people and the tyranny of the establishment - he wasn't even the first Martin Luther to do it, nor the first person of color. But he was first to declare that the system was wrong for black people and declared that he would protest and not strike back when struck upon (not my personal favorite philosophy, but hey ...).

History is wrought with the discarded carcasses of brothers down with the cause and giving their last breath to express their agenda. Every one of the members of the Black Panther Party that were part of the vanguard * were discredited and defamed within 15 years of the groups official disbanding. Bobby Seal was labeled a lunatic, Huey Newton, a crack-head, Eldridge Cleaver, Geronimo Pratt, jailed and so on. These were bright, young men who wanted better for their people and took seldom compromised stands in order to get the means to their end.

In this new era, The New World Order, how could we expect our revolutionary Negroes to remain the same as they have been? In today's time, gone is the sit-in approach. Even the Jesse Jackson Shake Down method has become passe and the establishment has found counter-measures.

From the world of NASCAR, this weekend came one of the most glaring examples of the New Negro attitude, and not from a twenty something, new to the ways of the world, trying to topple the status quo before he is thirty. But from a gentleman who has been around the block. Bill Lester had been a Hewlett-Packard engineer before leaving that behind to drive Craftman trucks. The forty something year old man has declared to everyone that would place a mic before him that they should stopped referring to him as a Black driver and stop making point that he is the third Black man to qualify for a NASCAR event. He is just a driver and wants to be noted as such.

Where have our pioneers gone? Where are those that proudly represented the race of the person they saw staring back at them every morning and only person that will be with them throughout all trials.

Bill, you are Black and in a venue dominated by those unlike you, you will stick out like an apple bottom. Be proud to represent your accomplishment as a Black man. Race like Hell and rejoice in the fact that you have not, by appearances at least, sold out. That makes you even Blacker and Stronger. I have not accomplished any first as a Black man in my profession, but often I go several days at the "mill" and not see another brother. I am looked at as a reference point to most things Black and new to White people at work. Lexicon for slang, rap music reference, and conscience for my race, I embody it all. But because the rest of the family rely on me to bring a check home, I can not truly show them how black I can be by cussin' their asses out of my office with that bullshit and slamming the door - knowing that the knob would cause irreparable damage to their spine because of the lack of ass to protect it.

But Bill and I nonewithstanding, there is an old time Black that has never gone away, but has had a image over-haul. The Uncle Tom or House Negro. Tom as he is known affectionately as in most ghetto's has been revamped. He used to only handle domestic affairs and never getting firsthand information from the big house. Now he is showcased, promoted, and put out front to show the general public that hand of the puppetmaster is not as uncomfortable as some would think. Claude Allen, Code Rice, and Colin Powell have been the most recent example. Embracing their employer and not taking a stand that would matter in the same communities that they come from. Putting themselves in position to be simmered down to a paste that is used as administration glue and nothing left to give afterward. Powell's hiatus after public service has been dogged by having to explain some crap that he was not down for in the first place. Conde Rice had to be removed from security service all together and she is still called to the carpet on who made the call that there were WMD's. But the saddest of the triumverate of Negro tools is Allen. He was so ambitious to be a political star that he completely sold 100% of his soul and now blames his brother for a series of petty crimes that eventually lead to his resignation.

So Bill all and all, embrace your Negritude. In the end, it's all you have sometimes and if you give it away, someone, somewhere will remind you that you are, what you are.