TOP 5IVE FOR JULY!!!
A short list this time. Enjoy!
1. WAR "All Day Music"--Honestly, I'm a noob when it comes to War, but "Music" is a good place to start. This disc has flavors of hip-hop, jazz, funk and dare I say, gospel. "There Must Be a Reason Why" is especially enchanting. Here the lead vocalist chants one-liners: "Jesus!" "Lost My Soul!" "Reason!" A choir responds to each of his cries, ("Jesus gave his life to give/Not for you;" "Lost my soul in '68/Where were you?;" "There must be a reason why/I don't know") while the music builds and eventually collapses around a broken black man screaming in agony. In a later song the shattered man finds himself "Slippin' into Darkness," searching for redemption. The title track is a mellow soundtrack for any scene featuring a group of brothers throwing down dominoes, talking trash and taking in the fragrance of the potent marijuana leaf in a city park. Classic.
2. The Beatles "Let It Be"--So it goes like this: "Sgt Peppers" is great for its shock value screaming "We take drugs!!!" "Magical Mystery Tour" echoess that sentiment with a twist; "You should too!!!" The "White Album" is.... And a few albums later we get to "Let It Be," the one that says, "Fuck how it started, this is how it ends, you boys take it from here." My earliest memory of hearing the title track finds me watching Sesame Street, learning all about the "Letter 'B'." Stylistically, the album is everywhere. "Two of Us" fits right in with today's college radio. "The Long and Winding Road" is reminiscent of the soft rock heard on B98.5. I can picture any jam band extending "I've Got a Feeling" to the 20 minute mark. Such a great album, such a shame it had to end, boys. jai guru deva om.
3. Belle and Sebastian "Tigermilk"--No! I did not go out and buy this album after hearing "Expectations" in Juno. I have not seen Juno, and I have no idea what all this Juno crap is about. But apparently it has a kick-ass soundtrack! I am not sure how I fell in with Belle and Sebastian, but here is a bit of irony Alanis Morissette style. During my teenage years I would stay up at night watching 120 Minutes and Alternative Nation. I must have watched at least 2000 videos but I never saw a B&S video. Here is the glitch. I have a distinct impression of a Bettie Serveert video from those sessions, but two years ago I'm shopping at Wax 'n Facts when I pull out a record that reads "Belle and Sebastian--Tigermilk." I think about the Bettie Serveert video, try to connect the two and eventually I buy the record. Was I disappointed? No. The songs are situational. "She's Losing It" breaks the silence of a maladjusted young girl confronting homosexuality. In "We Rule the School" a milquetoast boy has visions of using graffiti to assert his aggression. "I Don't Love Anyone" gives voice to a teenager's frustration with relationships. It's all good. Then there is Juno...? I'll have to watch the movie, I guess.
4. Boards of Canada "In A Beautiful Place Out in the Country" (4 track ep)--The title is a reference to the Waco compound of the Branch Davidians. The track "Amo Bishop Roden" gives it away; if not by the title, then perhaps you recognize Amo Bishop Roden's voice in the loop. Boards of Canada are known for incorporating number theory within their music and from what I have discovered there is a group of BoC fans actively working to decode the music. But there are no complex equations involved with "In A Beautiful Place...." Moreover, I am guessing that back masking the ep has revealed nothing. What we are left with is straightforward ambient music inspired by BoC's research of the infamous cult. So there are no tricks on this one, right? Not quite. BoC uses samples of chattering children to entice the listener to "Come out and join a religious community in a beautiful place out in the country." They almost had me, too. Darn kids. But I aint doing it. I won't move to Waco. Nope. Nice try, guys.
5. Stereolab "Margerine Eclipse"--I had a difficult time beginning the review for this album. But after cueing it up in my disc player, the brainstorming began immediately. The reason for the mental block is this: Laetitia Sadier's vocals are in French, English or both within the same song. I've read the lyric sheets and have a firm understanding of the message, but when I listen to the music I don't always think back to the translations. Instead, I reach for my polyester bellbottoms! "Margerine Eclipse" was released in 2004 making it the youngest of the albums reviewed in this list. It's also the first album by the 'groop' released in the wake of Mary Hansen's (backing vocalist) premature death ("Feel and Triple" is attribute to Mary and the album is dedicated to her). Stereolab have not faltered creatively since Mary's passing, and I'm not bold enough to say they have improved. However ... "The Man With 100 Cells" maintains Laetitia's petitions for social reform; "Refusing what you are given/You want things to be the old way/Resisting the revolutions/Changes are coming anyway." "Margerine Melodie" provides a perspicuous examination of the monotony of capitalism. "Dear Marge" blames religious bureaucracies for social distress and chaos. These songs and others among the groop's canon represent the norm. But there are a few songs that leave me baffled, and it's not because I'm lost in translation. "...Sudden stars" may as well be a pop song expressing heartache over a lost love, and "Cosmic Country Noir" goes as far as third-eye magic. This seems like a new creative direction for the band. Perhaps I would have saw it coming if only I knew French. Maybe I lost something along the way. Must learn French!
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Let's take it back to 2005!
Winter is near over, but the evenings are still brisk. It's best to stay out of trouble by staying indoors when it's cold, but what the hell. So I stroll down to the local bar on Cherry Street on a hunch that something might be going down. I have a few pints of PBR (they got it on tap for $1.50, yall!) and begin chatting with the local nobodies. After rapping to a hipster about hip-hop, I'm suddenly invited to a house party. He drops the 411 on me like this:
"DJ Riddle and DJ C booked a hotel room for the night. Not too many people know, and not too many people are gonna know. It's like that. The place is within walking distance. I'm going, but I can't stay too long; my wife needs me home before tomorrow. You down?"
That's Justin. I actually worked with his wife, though not directly. Her office is a floor up from mine. He teaches elementary school and she professes biology. They're into botanicals.
So I settle my tab, say my goodbyes and head out. Justin is glued to his fone during most of the trek, and when we get to the hotel elevator he tells me that someone has imported white rainbow. Upon arriving at the party, Mary Jane greets us at the door with a pleasant "hi." The room is incensed with an impenetrable haze of skunk weed. After walking two miles in the cold thin air, I take a deep breath. Moments later I start drifting away with the haze.
DJ Riddle is laying down some phat trax on wax that keeps the house bumping to the max! His skill is unequivocal. He's influenced by the deep house of Detroit, which allows him to drive the beat with an urban soul flavor. And it's so fresh and fat that the bass oozes through the speakers. He really puts his weight on it. And his glitch sequences are unique. Like when he mixes something with an odd tempo or an off-pattern time signature, he'll come in on it almost too late, but roll right over it. It's like, "Wasn't that 7/8 pattern 4/4 a second ago? I barely noticed the change. Nice." I'm not much into house, but that night my booty was. All the other patrons were steady grooving to the beat while it accentuated peaks of euphoria. All was good, until...
"Aw, shit! Where's Justin?"
By this time a lot more people had showed up. I must have danced with every Betty in the joint, had one too many jager-bombs and landed myself in an armchair. The ongoing party had shifted for me. I was hugging the ground after a smooth landing when I noticed that DJ C was spinning. C has a different style all together.
"Naw, man. You messed that up, dog. Yer shit is late!!!"
I didn't want to be the one to say so, and so C's sister's boyfriend (or some other dude for all I remember) began the trash talk. I hate angry drunks. It's one thing to trash talk in a playful manner, and it's another to be down right mean and hateful. C had taken the helm after Riddle and was doing his best to keep the flow. And he was doing a damn good job, but inebriation got the better of him. The other drunk dude was fueling his fire. I really don't know what happened next since I politely dismissed myself from the scene; it was the next day after all and time to go home.
Now dig this. I'm about to head for the crib when Jay comes up next to me and says, "Yo T. Justin sent me to make sure you get home straight. I don't care if you walking, riding...whatever. I'll get you there." A good weed man looks after his investment and treats you like his own. That's a lesson some you shucker mo-fuckers need to learn. See I know you cut yor shit with poison cuz yer attitude is no good, bitches!!! I want no part of you! You know who you is! Don't make me call you out! I cut a bitch! Shit.
I digress.
So I went home. And that as they say is that. I promised myself to blog about it, but I don't think this is exactly the blog I had in mind. Anyway, three years later I present you with the first chapter of T's "CHRONIC-TALES."
Winter is near over, but the evenings are still brisk. It's best to stay out of trouble by staying indoors when it's cold, but what the hell. So I stroll down to the local bar on Cherry Street on a hunch that something might be going down. I have a few pints of PBR (they got it on tap for $1.50, yall!) and begin chatting with the local nobodies. After rapping to a hipster about hip-hop, I'm suddenly invited to a house party. He drops the 411 on me like this:
"DJ Riddle and DJ C booked a hotel room for the night. Not too many people know, and not too many people are gonna know. It's like that. The place is within walking distance. I'm going, but I can't stay too long; my wife needs me home before tomorrow. You down?"
That's Justin. I actually worked with his wife, though not directly. Her office is a floor up from mine. He teaches elementary school and she professes biology. They're into botanicals.
So I settle my tab, say my goodbyes and head out. Justin is glued to his fone during most of the trek, and when we get to the hotel elevator he tells me that someone has imported white rainbow. Upon arriving at the party, Mary Jane greets us at the door with a pleasant "hi." The room is incensed with an impenetrable haze of skunk weed. After walking two miles in the cold thin air, I take a deep breath. Moments later I start drifting away with the haze.
DJ Riddle is laying down some phat trax on wax that keeps the house bumping to the max! His skill is unequivocal. He's influenced by the deep house of Detroit, which allows him to drive the beat with an urban soul flavor. And it's so fresh and fat that the bass oozes through the speakers. He really puts his weight on it. And his glitch sequences are unique. Like when he mixes something with an odd tempo or an off-pattern time signature, he'll come in on it almost too late, but roll right over it. It's like, "Wasn't that 7/8 pattern 4/4 a second ago? I barely noticed the change. Nice." I'm not much into house, but that night my booty was. All the other patrons were steady grooving to the beat while it accentuated peaks of euphoria. All was good, until...
"Aw, shit! Where's Justin?"
By this time a lot more people had showed up. I must have danced with every Betty in the joint, had one too many jager-bombs and landed myself in an armchair. The ongoing party had shifted for me. I was hugging the ground after a smooth landing when I noticed that DJ C was spinning. C has a different style all together.
"Naw, man. You messed that up, dog. Yer shit is late!!!"
I didn't want to be the one to say so, and so C's sister's boyfriend (or some other dude for all I remember) began the trash talk. I hate angry drunks. It's one thing to trash talk in a playful manner, and it's another to be down right mean and hateful. C had taken the helm after Riddle and was doing his best to keep the flow. And he was doing a damn good job, but inebriation got the better of him. The other drunk dude was fueling his fire. I really don't know what happened next since I politely dismissed myself from the scene; it was the next day after all and time to go home.
Now dig this. I'm about to head for the crib when Jay comes up next to me and says, "Yo T. Justin sent me to make sure you get home straight. I don't care if you walking, riding...whatever. I'll get you there." A good weed man looks after his investment and treats you like his own. That's a lesson some you shucker mo-fuckers need to learn. See I know you cut yor shit with poison cuz yer attitude is no good, bitches!!! I want no part of you! You know who you is! Don't make me call you out! I cut a bitch! Shit.
I digress.
So I went home. And that as they say is that. I promised myself to blog about it, but I don't think this is exactly the blog I had in mind. Anyway, three years later I present you with the first chapter of T's "CHRONIC-TALES."
Saturday, June 03, 2006
DARLING, YOU GIVE HEAVEN A BAD NAME!!!
Welcome to my top 10.
This is a list of the top 10 albums currently playing in my car, home, office, nightmares, etc. The list changes from week to week so actually this top 10 is from last week. So here goes.
1. Washing Machine--Sonic Youth
Okay, so I've got a picture of trouble girl Kim walking down to the corner store not wearing any underwear, to buy her baby a soda pop just becuz. And I'm blissed. Need I say more? Actually, yes there is more to say. The intro to No Queen Blues just rox my world. How da...? What da...? Did I just hear that? And you gotta give it up for the Diamond Sea. Put your weight on it Mr. Tee, put your weight on it!!! Okay, alright?
2. Confield--Autechre
cfern scared the shit out of me Wednesday night. Perhaps it has something to do with the drunken stupor I forced upon myself but I swore someone was knocking on my door. "Who is--. Oh, it's Autechre! Maybe I'll sit up straight and pay attention." See this is odd becuz (love ya, Kim Gordon-Moore) the fractured drum sequencing on lentic catachresis unnerves me more than any other song on the album. CAUTION: Don't play Confield when nursing a hangover!!!
3. The Ultimate Experience--Jimi Hendrix
This is one of the best compilations I own. Though I lose interest towards the end, it's great to hear my old favorites back to back...Castles Made of Sand, Long Hot Summer Night, Red House, Manic Depression. Shit. You gotta love it when Jimi is messing around. For example listen to the guitar noodling on The Wind Cries Mary. I'm like, "Dude, that's gay. But it's Jimi. HAHA!"
4. 10,000 Days--Tool
Yeah, I'm a Tool freak. But fuck the messages in the songs, Tool is fucking hard!!! Initially I only liked the first half of the album, Jambi and the Pot being faves. But now Intension stands out. Okay I know many people have creepy Tool experiences, and I wish I did too. But here's something. Two weeks ago or so I made a journey to Atlanta, perhaps it was to see They Might Be Giants with Pup. I listened to 10,000 Days in the car and by the end of the cd I felt sad. Not depressed, rather sunken. I took note of it because hard-hitting heavy metal bands should enrage anger and hate and evil and SATAN!!! I digress.
5. The Creek Drank the Cradle--Iron and Wine
I've got to give it up to Sam Beam for doing what he does to revitalize that old Southern bluegrass folk sound. There something about the tired yester-year sound and the sad slow lyrics that hit me. One line that stands out, "Lately she don't care for a warmer breeze/Or shade around the base of the maple trees." Dude, she's about to leave you. GET A CLUE!!! Iron and Wine is quickly becoming one of my favorite bands.
6. The Beekeeper--Tori Amos
...And she's becoming folksy too! I must admit that a tame Tori is a good Tori. So I must have been playing the album at work when a co-worker came by and mistook Tori for Joni (Mitchell that is) which I thought was a compliment :-) Ribbons Undone is by far my favorite on this album. Gives me goose bumps whenever I hear it.
7. Memento--Dead Can Dance
Another compilation album, but this album in particular is far better than DCD's A Passage in Time. Even the album's cover art is better. The song selections are what make a superb compilation. It's great that The Carnival is Over follows Cantara whereas Cantara is followed by The Garden of Zephirus on the 1991 compilation. I can do without American Dreaming, but this would be Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book. Blah. When it come to DCD, you're either into it or not. I say kudos to Brenden and Lisa!
8. Simpatico!--Velocity Girl
I like pop! Sub Pop that is! Bubble-gum POP! Sarah Shannon's voice is to die for! And she's cute! I'm charmed by pop that takes itself for what it really is with REAL talent. The girl is a trained opera singer and the boys in the band play their own instruments. I'm listening to it now and I Can't Stop Smiling! No, really! I'm hurt that they've disbanded, but I can always press play again...uhh, maybe not right now. I've got a list to complete after all. The All-Consumer is a favorite.
9. Huge Chrome Cylinder Box Unfolding--Venetian Snares
I heart IDM, glitch music, drill and bass, etc. Actually this album should be higher on the list but confield is already up there...hehe. Okay, songs like vida, keek and huge chrome peach are glitchy with the drums wound tighter and tigher and tighter. But then you hear the staccato of Texas Instrument's Speak and Math performing random calculations in monotone and it's just creepy. "7-6-9-2 increase by 4-8-7-5 mulitply by 6-2-5 subtract from 2-8-3-9." beat bea be b loop loop beat bea be b. I listened to this Thursday night after playing Magic: The Gathering for 4 hours.
10. Behavior--Pet Shop Boys
NO! I'M NOT GAY! And you don't have to be gay to like PSB, damnit. I bought this album for Being Boring, a long time favorite. But songs like This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave and How Can You Expect To Be Taken Seriously are just as strong. I Get Along from Release has sentiments to To Face The Truth: "I've been trying not to cry/when I'm in the public eye/Stuck here with the shame/and taking my share of the blame" and "You know it hurts me when you lie/Sometimes it even makes me cry/'Cause I'm so in love with you." NO!
Okay you get bonus points if you can spot the reference to Big Daddy Kane. 10 more bonus points if you know where I got the title for this blog.
Welcome to my top 10.
This is a list of the top 10 albums currently playing in my car, home, office, nightmares, etc. The list changes from week to week so actually this top 10 is from last week. So here goes.
1. Washing Machine--Sonic Youth
Okay, so I've got a picture of trouble girl Kim walking down to the corner store not wearing any underwear, to buy her baby a soda pop just becuz. And I'm blissed. Need I say more? Actually, yes there is more to say. The intro to No Queen Blues just rox my world. How da...? What da...? Did I just hear that? And you gotta give it up for the Diamond Sea. Put your weight on it Mr. Tee, put your weight on it!!! Okay, alright?
2. Confield--Autechre
cfern scared the shit out of me Wednesday night. Perhaps it has something to do with the drunken stupor I forced upon myself but I swore someone was knocking on my door. "Who is--. Oh, it's Autechre! Maybe I'll sit up straight and pay attention." See this is odd becuz (love ya, Kim Gordon-Moore) the fractured drum sequencing on lentic catachresis unnerves me more than any other song on the album. CAUTION: Don't play Confield when nursing a hangover!!!
3. The Ultimate Experience--Jimi Hendrix
This is one of the best compilations I own. Though I lose interest towards the end, it's great to hear my old favorites back to back...Castles Made of Sand, Long Hot Summer Night, Red House, Manic Depression. Shit. You gotta love it when Jimi is messing around. For example listen to the guitar noodling on The Wind Cries Mary. I'm like, "Dude, that's gay. But it's Jimi. HAHA!"
4. 10,000 Days--Tool
Yeah, I'm a Tool freak. But fuck the messages in the songs, Tool is fucking hard!!! Initially I only liked the first half of the album, Jambi and the Pot being faves. But now Intension stands out. Okay I know many people have creepy Tool experiences, and I wish I did too. But here's something. Two weeks ago or so I made a journey to Atlanta, perhaps it was to see They Might Be Giants with Pup. I listened to 10,000 Days in the car and by the end of the cd I felt sad. Not depressed, rather sunken. I took note of it because hard-hitting heavy metal bands should enrage anger and hate and evil and SATAN!!! I digress.
5. The Creek Drank the Cradle--Iron and Wine
I've got to give it up to Sam Beam for doing what he does to revitalize that old Southern bluegrass folk sound. There something about the tired yester-year sound and the sad slow lyrics that hit me. One line that stands out, "Lately she don't care for a warmer breeze/Or shade around the base of the maple trees." Dude, she's about to leave you. GET A CLUE!!! Iron and Wine is quickly becoming one of my favorite bands.
6. The Beekeeper--Tori Amos
...And she's becoming folksy too! I must admit that a tame Tori is a good Tori. So I must have been playing the album at work when a co-worker came by and mistook Tori for Joni (Mitchell that is) which I thought was a compliment :-) Ribbons Undone is by far my favorite on this album. Gives me goose bumps whenever I hear it.
7. Memento--Dead Can Dance
Another compilation album, but this album in particular is far better than DCD's A Passage in Time. Even the album's cover art is better. The song selections are what make a superb compilation. It's great that The Carnival is Over follows Cantara whereas Cantara is followed by The Garden of Zephirus on the 1991 compilation. I can do without American Dreaming, but this would be Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book. Blah. When it come to DCD, you're either into it or not. I say kudos to Brenden and Lisa!
8. Simpatico!--Velocity Girl
I like pop! Sub Pop that is! Bubble-gum POP! Sarah Shannon's voice is to die for! And she's cute! I'm charmed by pop that takes itself for what it really is with REAL talent. The girl is a trained opera singer and the boys in the band play their own instruments. I'm listening to it now and I Can't Stop Smiling! No, really! I'm hurt that they've disbanded, but I can always press play again...uhh, maybe not right now. I've got a list to complete after all. The All-Consumer is a favorite.
9. Huge Chrome Cylinder Box Unfolding--Venetian Snares
I heart IDM, glitch music, drill and bass, etc. Actually this album should be higher on the list but confield is already up there...hehe. Okay, songs like vida, keek and huge chrome peach are glitchy with the drums wound tighter and tigher and tighter. But then you hear the staccato of Texas Instrument's Speak and Math performing random calculations in monotone and it's just creepy. "7-6-9-2 increase by 4-8-7-5 mulitply by 6-2-5 subtract from 2-8-3-9." beat bea be b loop loop beat bea be b. I listened to this Thursday night after playing Magic: The Gathering for 4 hours.
10. Behavior--Pet Shop Boys
NO! I'M NOT GAY! And you don't have to be gay to like PSB, damnit. I bought this album for Being Boring, a long time favorite. But songs like This Must Be The Place I Waited Years To Leave and How Can You Expect To Be Taken Seriously are just as strong. I Get Along from Release has sentiments to To Face The Truth: "I've been trying not to cry/when I'm in the public eye/Stuck here with the shame/and taking my share of the blame" and "You know it hurts me when you lie/Sometimes it even makes me cry/'Cause I'm so in love with you." NO!
Okay you get bonus points if you can spot the reference to Big Daddy Kane. 10 more bonus points if you know where I got the title for this blog.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I Encountered A Girl…
But I fucked it up.
So I’m in line for a six inch sub and I’m just, you know, having a day. Then this woman-child gets in line behind me. I look and I say, “Don’t I know you? Wait, do you work here?” I have no tact whatsoever.
It turns out that we took a few college courses together, mainly clarinet ensemble. She’s a golf coach now, me a physics geek. Anyway, honey-dip is hot.
We talk for however long it takes to spread mayo on bread. It’s all going good.
But here’s how it ends:
“I gotta go. But wait, I have a cell phone (it’s true, I have a cell phone). Though it doesn’t work, see check it out. Somebody sat on it. But I’m collecting old, unwanted or broken phones for a project. Yeah, I wanna write code to them, you know learn the platform, and perhaps create an emulator for my pc. Sooooo do you have any old phones you’re willing to part with?”
“Sure I have several. I don’t think they’re broken, just unwanted.”
“GREAT!!! I’ll be your friend if they come with chargers and/or SIM cards.”
“Well I’ll have to look around, but I’ll see what I can do.”
I pay for my sub and leave. Yup, the same shit I was good at in high school—dropping the ball. And I’ll never see her again. I forgot her name, didn’t get her number, nothing.
“I like broke phones and I can not lie.”
T
But I fucked it up.
So I’m in line for a six inch sub and I’m just, you know, having a day. Then this woman-child gets in line behind me. I look and I say, “Don’t I know you? Wait, do you work here?” I have no tact whatsoever.
It turns out that we took a few college courses together, mainly clarinet ensemble. She’s a golf coach now, me a physics geek. Anyway, honey-dip is hot.
We talk for however long it takes to spread mayo on bread. It’s all going good.
But here’s how it ends:
“I gotta go. But wait, I have a cell phone (it’s true, I have a cell phone). Though it doesn’t work, see check it out. Somebody sat on it. But I’m collecting old, unwanted or broken phones for a project. Yeah, I wanna write code to them, you know learn the platform, and perhaps create an emulator for my pc. Sooooo do you have any old phones you’re willing to part with?”
“Sure I have several. I don’t think they’re broken, just unwanted.”
“GREAT!!! I’ll be your friend if they come with chargers and/or SIM cards.”
“Well I’ll have to look around, but I’ll see what I can do.”
I pay for my sub and leave. Yup, the same shit I was good at in high school—dropping the ball. And I’ll never see her again. I forgot her name, didn’t get her number, nothing.
“I like broke phones and I can not lie.”
T
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Currently Listening to Autechre's Confield
It’s Valentine’s Day. No doubt.
But I say fuck that and all it stands for. True love in a capitalistic society is greed, not love. Blah blah blah. I say this every year.
This year, I say happy day!
Man, has it been a great day for me, and I’m not even in love. Don't even need it.
First off I had one class today, which is better than the two that I usually have.
So what did I do with my time off you ask.
Well I performed a physics demonstration of free fall for students at a private high school.
I screwed up because I hadn’t the time to practice with the equipment but the lecture went over well. Afterwards I joked around with the students and we mostly talked about Final Fantasy.
(Side note: When I screw up with a demo, you better not laugh else I bite you. I will bite your fucking ear off. Know this.)
Okay. phew.
So then I had lunch with high school teachers. They’re an odd bunch (civil, obeidient, self-righteous). Then I was rewarded with a physics text book (or two). Joy! Joy! Joy!!!
I’ve been helpful around the office today as well. Biology are having some sort of party and although I wasn’t invited, I helped set up the sodas, and the snacks and the doings and all the what nots. Then there was some discussion about the difference between gold fish and beta fish. That's when I ran away like a little school girl. Apparently a gold fish has color similar to gold, but a beta fish is nothing like the greek letter.
HA!!! I crack me up! *snort, snort*
So it just so happened that I had a good day on fucking St. Valentine’s Day. It won’t happen again. I promise. Now I’m ready to go home and slit my wrist. j/k.
It’s Valentine’s Day. No doubt.
But I say fuck that and all it stands for. True love in a capitalistic society is greed, not love. Blah blah blah. I say this every year.
This year, I say happy day!
Man, has it been a great day for me, and I’m not even in love. Don't even need it.
First off I had one class today, which is better than the two that I usually have.
So what did I do with my time off you ask.
Well I performed a physics demonstration of free fall for students at a private high school.
I screwed up because I hadn’t the time to practice with the equipment but the lecture went over well. Afterwards I joked around with the students and we mostly talked about Final Fantasy.
(Side note: When I screw up with a demo, you better not laugh else I bite you. I will bite your fucking ear off. Know this.)
Okay. phew.
So then I had lunch with high school teachers. They’re an odd bunch (civil, obeidient, self-righteous). Then I was rewarded with a physics text book (or two). Joy! Joy! Joy!!!
I’ve been helpful around the office today as well. Biology are having some sort of party and although I wasn’t invited, I helped set up the sodas, and the snacks and the doings and all the what nots. Then there was some discussion about the difference between gold fish and beta fish. That's when I ran away like a little school girl. Apparently a gold fish has color similar to gold, but a beta fish is nothing like the greek letter.
HA!!! I crack me up! *snort, snort*
So it just so happened that I had a good day on fucking St. Valentine’s Day. It won’t happen again. I promise. Now I’m ready to go home and slit my wrist. j/k.
Monday, February 06, 2006
R&B Nostalgia
I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn
Listenin' for the telephone
But when I get your call I'm all choked up
Can't believe you called my home
And as a matter of fact, it blows my mind
You would even talk to me
Cuz a girl like you is a dream come true
A real life fantasy
No matter what your friends try to tell ya
We were made to fall in love
And we will be together, any kind of weather
It's like that, it's like that
Every little step I take
You will be there
Every little step I make
We'll be together
February is national heart month.
*yuck*
I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn
Listenin' for the telephone
But when I get your call I'm all choked up
Can't believe you called my home
And as a matter of fact, it blows my mind
You would even talk to me
Cuz a girl like you is a dream come true
A real life fantasy
No matter what your friends try to tell ya
We were made to fall in love
And we will be together, any kind of weather
It's like that, it's like that
Every little step I take
You will be there
Every little step I make
We'll be together
February is national heart month.
*yuck*
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
No More Wings!!!
So the lesson learned from my messy hot wings lunch endeavor is don’t do it at work. But always do lunch!
A colleague has encouraged me to start going out for lunch, and I think I’m catching on. I started with the Taco Bell and McDonalds yum yum cuisine. Now I feel as if I’ve advanced from noob to intermediate. I’ve had pizza from Sbbarro’s Pizzeria, Mongolian Chicken from Uncle Chan’s, and you can imagine how I fair with Popeye’s Louisiana Style Chicken. If I actually eat at the place I can prolly jump up a few levels.
Anyway, I’m diversifying my taste. My favorite thing to do during lunch (when I can afford the time) is to check out the web sites of the restaurants. Usually I only check the site if I have their product in front of me.
Today I had a calypso from Larry’s Giant Subs. I read a napkin and discovered that as a penultimate to the veggie sub, the NY Special-Black Angus Roast Beef sub has the least calories (306.34 cal) of a list of 10 subs under 7 grams of fat! It contains the most sodium though.
I kept reading until I found www.larrysubs.com. And I had to check it out.
I always start with the "Find Locations", cuz it’s fun tracing my path. Then I go to the "Who We Are/History" section, and by the time I’m near the end of my meal I check out the "Menu" so that next time I’ll know what to get. I was preoccupied by Larry’s photo album. A must see.
"Most of our locations have a 20-foot, lifelike gorilla mounted in the dining room, which is impressive to the whole family." from Larry's
So the lesson learned from my messy hot wings lunch endeavor is don’t do it at work. But always do lunch!
A colleague has encouraged me to start going out for lunch, and I think I’m catching on. I started with the Taco Bell and McDonalds yum yum cuisine. Now I feel as if I’ve advanced from noob to intermediate. I’ve had pizza from Sbbarro’s Pizzeria, Mongolian Chicken from Uncle Chan’s, and you can imagine how I fair with Popeye’s Louisiana Style Chicken. If I actually eat at the place I can prolly jump up a few levels.
Anyway, I’m diversifying my taste. My favorite thing to do during lunch (when I can afford the time) is to check out the web sites of the restaurants. Usually I only check the site if I have their product in front of me.
Today I had a calypso from Larry’s Giant Subs. I read a napkin and discovered that as a penultimate to the veggie sub, the NY Special-Black Angus Roast Beef sub has the least calories (306.34 cal) of a list of 10 subs under 7 grams of fat! It contains the most sodium though.
I kept reading until I found www.larrysubs.com. And I had to check it out.
I always start with the "Find Locations", cuz it’s fun tracing my path. Then I go to the "Who We Are/History" section, and by the time I’m near the end of my meal I check out the "Menu" so that next time I’ll know what to get. I was preoccupied by Larry’s photo album. A must see.
"Most of our locations have a 20-foot, lifelike gorilla mounted in the dining room, which is impressive to the whole family." from Larry's
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I’m not dead.
I check on THIS once a month.
But what do you know?
For lunch today I had the hot wing combo number 2 for a mere $6.50 from a small joint called the Best Hot Wings on Eisenhower Parkway. Zaxby’s and dare I say MoJo’s had best bow down. A combo number 2 includes 10 hot hot hot (that’s extra hot) wings, fries and a medium drink. I also asked for blue cheese dressing and no carrots just celery. And they got it right on the first try!
Now that I’ve finished my mid day sustenance, I find that my fingers stick to the keys of my keyboard. What’s worse is now the keys are all different colors. Red is dominant of course, but there is also green, yellow and whitish blue. The mouse is a permanent attachment to my hand.
Let me explain. Along with my hot wing combo number 2 I received two napkins. That’s what, 1 napkin per 5 wings? Hey, that’s all right. I’m generally not a messy eater. But opps, they forgot to give me napkins for the hot sauce itself. The purpose of the fries is to sop up the remaining sauce after eating the wings. Duh!
So I’m out of napkins, but I have a pile of construction paper near by and that’s when things get a little messy. I told you about the keyboard. While I was washing my fingers, in the mirror I noticed specks of particle paper in my hair, goat-tee, fingernails, between my teeth, on my sweater, everywhere. I was a confetti of food crumbs, eraser shavings (I work through lunch) and multi-colored paper dust. You try using construction paper as napkins and see what results you get.
So to wrap things up, I am a messy eater and I need more than two napkins especially if I ordered chicken. I mean come on, if I ordered a bucket of fried chicken and got only two napkins, some heads will roll. And you know this. Yeah, I asked for more napkins and the clerk said, "What you get, dey in dere." But I need extra! I ordered extra hot wings; I need extra more napkins. Get on it!!!
That’s it.
I check on THIS once a month.
But what do you know?
For lunch today I had the hot wing combo number 2 for a mere $6.50 from a small joint called the Best Hot Wings on Eisenhower Parkway. Zaxby’s and dare I say MoJo’s had best bow down. A combo number 2 includes 10 hot hot hot (that’s extra hot) wings, fries and a medium drink. I also asked for blue cheese dressing and no carrots just celery. And they got it right on the first try!
Now that I’ve finished my mid day sustenance, I find that my fingers stick to the keys of my keyboard. What’s worse is now the keys are all different colors. Red is dominant of course, but there is also green, yellow and whitish blue. The mouse is a permanent attachment to my hand.
Let me explain. Along with my hot wing combo number 2 I received two napkins. That’s what, 1 napkin per 5 wings? Hey, that’s all right. I’m generally not a messy eater. But opps, they forgot to give me napkins for the hot sauce itself. The purpose of the fries is to sop up the remaining sauce after eating the wings. Duh!
So I’m out of napkins, but I have a pile of construction paper near by and that’s when things get a little messy. I told you about the keyboard. While I was washing my fingers, in the mirror I noticed specks of particle paper in my hair, goat-tee, fingernails, between my teeth, on my sweater, everywhere. I was a confetti of food crumbs, eraser shavings (I work through lunch) and multi-colored paper dust. You try using construction paper as napkins and see what results you get.
So to wrap things up, I am a messy eater and I need more than two napkins especially if I ordered chicken. I mean come on, if I ordered a bucket of fried chicken and got only two napkins, some heads will roll. And you know this. Yeah, I asked for more napkins and the clerk said, "What you get, dey in dere." But I need extra! I ordered extra hot wings; I need extra more napkins. Get on it!!!
That’s it.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Vocabulary Lesson
1) Runnin' It: -v. defn. Like when you controllin' the flo' of thangs.
e.g. When Ray-Ray showed up for work this morning he told the first white boy he saw to give him $10. Whitey gave him $100 and ran. That's runnin' it.
2) N nee-way: -adv. defn. Like what I got to say about something I just done heard or something that just done happened.
e.g. civil man: My baby mamma come around with her weave sayin' "Gimme some money, boo. I gotta get my hair done."
civil woman: N nee-way!
3) stunnin: -v. defn. Like what you just done said is doo-doo and I aint hearin' it.
e.g. Little Suzy told Bobby he's nappy. Little Bobby said, "Bitch! I aint stunnin you!"
4) bounce: -v. defn. Like when you're ready to leave.
e.g. Yo, kid. Finish yor 40 and let's bounce.
5) spook juice: -adj. defn. Like any really really REALLY black person that when s/he smiles in the dark all you see is beady white eyes and vicious white teeth.
e.g. white woman: AHHHH! It’s the boggey man!!!
Spook juice Jones: Damn! I knew I should've worn my white shirt tonight.
6) trippin: -v. defn. Like you out your damn mind.
e.g. mother to child: I best not find out you sellin' dem drugs and f*ckin' dem ho's.
child to mother: Bitch, you trippin'
7) stripper 'ho: -n. defn. Like any 'ho giving you a lap dance for money.
e.g. Paul: You mean I can't even look for free?
Mike: Nigga, you better throw yor cash at that stripper 'ho!
8) stank 'ho: -n. defn. Like any broke ass 'ho that will do N NEE-THANG for a dollar.
e.g. Shelly: How yor mom doing, Aiesha?
Aiesha: That stank 'ho spent the night with Tyrone and Willie again. Rent must be late.
9) 'flicted: -adj. defn. Like when you've been messed up by something terrible (the ‘flicted condition stay wit you for life).
e.g. Mother: I dropped my baby when I answered the phone. Now his little peanut head is ‘flicted.
10) my man: -n. defn. Like your man, man!
e.g. "What's up my man?" "10 dollars a nickel, 20 a dime bag, 100 a quarter." "My man!!!"
BONUS: duckin' five-oh: -v. defn. Like when you avoidin' po-po cuz they shootin' at you or you forgot to check in wit yor probation officer or just because.
e.g. airek: Yo, T why you sweatin'?
T: Yo, I'm ducking 5-0. I swiped a box of Magic cards from Wal-Mart. Here's your pencil lead.
1) Runnin' It: -v. defn. Like when you controllin' the flo' of thangs.
e.g. When Ray-Ray showed up for work this morning he told the first white boy he saw to give him $10. Whitey gave him $100 and ran. That's runnin' it.
2) N nee-way: -adv. defn. Like what I got to say about something I just done heard or something that just done happened.
e.g. civil man: My baby mamma come around with her weave sayin' "Gimme some money, boo. I gotta get my hair done."
civil woman: N nee-way!
3) stunnin: -v. defn. Like what you just done said is doo-doo and I aint hearin' it.
e.g. Little Suzy told Bobby he's nappy. Little Bobby said, "Bitch! I aint stunnin you!"
4) bounce: -v. defn. Like when you're ready to leave.
e.g. Yo, kid. Finish yor 40 and let's bounce.
5) spook juice: -adj. defn. Like any really really REALLY black person that when s/he smiles in the dark all you see is beady white eyes and vicious white teeth.
e.g. white woman: AHHHH! It’s the boggey man!!!
Spook juice Jones: Damn! I knew I should've worn my white shirt tonight.
6) trippin: -v. defn. Like you out your damn mind.
e.g. mother to child: I best not find out you sellin' dem drugs and f*ckin' dem ho's.
child to mother: Bitch, you trippin'
7) stripper 'ho: -n. defn. Like any 'ho giving you a lap dance for money.
e.g. Paul: You mean I can't even look for free?
Mike: Nigga, you better throw yor cash at that stripper 'ho!
8) stank 'ho: -n. defn. Like any broke ass 'ho that will do N NEE-THANG for a dollar.
e.g. Shelly: How yor mom doing, Aiesha?
Aiesha: That stank 'ho spent the night with Tyrone and Willie again. Rent must be late.
9) 'flicted: -adj. defn. Like when you've been messed up by something terrible (the ‘flicted condition stay wit you for life).
e.g. Mother: I dropped my baby when I answered the phone. Now his little peanut head is ‘flicted.
10) my man: -n. defn. Like your man, man!
e.g. "What's up my man?" "10 dollars a nickel, 20 a dime bag, 100 a quarter." "My man!!!"
BONUS: duckin' five-oh: -v. defn. Like when you avoidin' po-po cuz they shootin' at you or you forgot to check in wit yor probation officer or just because.
e.g. airek: Yo, T why you sweatin'?
T: Yo, I'm ducking 5-0. I swiped a box of Magic cards from Wal-Mart. Here's your pencil lead.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
"We got to get some beer
We got no atmosphere
From looking into the sun!!!"
the pixies, "d = r*t" (Distance Equals Rate times Time)
I’m feeling a bit odd today. I guess I’m more rhythmic than usual. I wrote two poems. Nothing fancy; just two small shallow poems. If only I can meet a girl and write stupid love poems for her…. But such is life.
The first combines my love for Magic the Gathering, and my friend Dave, for whom I have much respect. I dis him cuz I know he can take it.
Ode to the Samurai
Sam eats spam and mayo on rye
Sam kicks Dave's ass and makes him cry
Dave works eh, sometimes, I tell no lies
Bushido 1, 2, 3--Go! Go! Go! SAMURAI!!!
The inside joke is based on the game. I built a samurai deck that I call SAM I AM and a mutual friend built a deck that she calls Dave, inspired by our facetious friend, Dave. Everything else is just jelly donut filling.
The second involves my good friend ariek. Last night I wondered if he would join me for a beer or two at the local pub. He declined my offer so I didn’t go out. This morning he tells me that he did go out and didn’t bother to call.
what am i going to do about you?
you say beer not, but beer you do.
i’m ashamed for beering, cuz you have no brew;
then i passed out--beer can get the better of you!
what am i going to do about you?
beer is my life, it's all i do!
i'm ready to drink and it's 3:02;
should i ask you to beer? nah, fuck you!
It’s really an open invitation to “beer” whenever.
We got no atmosphere
From looking into the sun!!!"
the pixies, "d = r*t" (Distance Equals Rate times Time)
I’m feeling a bit odd today. I guess I’m more rhythmic than usual. I wrote two poems. Nothing fancy; just two small shallow poems. If only I can meet a girl and write stupid love poems for her…. But such is life.
The first combines my love for Magic the Gathering, and my friend Dave, for whom I have much respect. I dis him cuz I know he can take it.
Ode to the Samurai
Sam eats spam and mayo on rye
Sam kicks Dave's ass and makes him cry
Dave works eh, sometimes, I tell no lies
Bushido 1, 2, 3--Go! Go! Go! SAMURAI!!!
The inside joke is based on the game. I built a samurai deck that I call SAM I AM and a mutual friend built a deck that she calls Dave, inspired by our facetious friend, Dave. Everything else is just jelly donut filling.
The second involves my good friend ariek. Last night I wondered if he would join me for a beer or two at the local pub. He declined my offer so I didn’t go out. This morning he tells me that he did go out and didn’t bother to call.
what am i going to do about you?
you say beer not, but beer you do.
i’m ashamed for beering, cuz you have no brew;
then i passed out--beer can get the better of you!
what am i going to do about you?
beer is my life, it's all i do!
i'm ready to drink and it's 3:02;
should i ask you to beer? nah, fuck you!
It’s really an open invitation to “beer” whenever.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I'VE GOT A POST!!!
So I’ve been invited to a dinner outing tonight. People I know, yadda, yadda. The thing is I don’t think I want to go. Most everyone going will be coupled. Been there done that. There’s one other guy going stag. And I aint looking to hook up with him!
I aint even looking to meet new people neither. It won't happen anyhow. Your married friends aren't looking to hook you up. They wanna swap partners or whatever. Anyway, they’re all coupled; what the hell do they care about me?
So if I don’t go that other guy will really look gay. The gay guy hanging out with his married friends. Haha! You fag. Wait. I’m not homophobic. I’m just saying. What a loser.
Anyway after dinner they plan to go to a comedy club. That could be fun…for couples!!! I don’t know. I’ve been to comedy clubs before and I always had a blast.
I’m not coupled. I don’t feel like laughing.
Fuck ‘em.
I'll find out what airek's up to tonight. Maybe have a few beers.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Sometimes I feel like Shinji Ikari
"Don't touch me!" -- Shinji
"Hey, don't talk about me that way!" -- Shinji
"I never thought doing nothing could be this exhausting" -- Shinji
Asuka and Shinji watch their classmates fly off, and later that day Shinji sits by his laptop doing his Physics homework by the swimming pool where Rei is swimming. Asuka's voice is heard asking him what he's doing and he says Physics. He looks at her, shocked by her provocative outfit -- Asuka is wearing a red and white bikini! She bends over him reaching the computer screen. This makes Shinji very uncomfortable. Without effort Asuka solves most of the questions. Shinji asks how come she's doing so bad in school, if she finds this so easy. She tells him that she graduated from college, but she cannot understand the Kanji in the questions. Then she asks him what the next question says for which he replies it's one on thermal expansion. Asuka then places her hands on her breasts and says, "If I were to warm up my breasts like this, do you think they'll get bigger or smaller?" An embarrassed Shinji quickly turns away extremely flushed and mumbles, "I don't know! I don't think about stuff like that!" To which Asuka says, "What a boring little boy," and walks off. Shinji looks over at Rei who has just gotten out of the pool. Asuka says, "Look at me!" as she back-rolls into the pool. Shinji sighs.
Daytona was a blast, though Datonya stood me up.
"Don't touch me!" -- Shinji
"Hey, don't talk about me that way!" -- Shinji
"I never thought doing nothing could be this exhausting" -- Shinji
Asuka and Shinji watch their classmates fly off, and later that day Shinji sits by his laptop doing his Physics homework by the swimming pool where Rei is swimming. Asuka's voice is heard asking him what he's doing and he says Physics. He looks at her, shocked by her provocative outfit -- Asuka is wearing a red and white bikini! She bends over him reaching the computer screen. This makes Shinji very uncomfortable. Without effort Asuka solves most of the questions. Shinji asks how come she's doing so bad in school, if she finds this so easy. She tells him that she graduated from college, but she cannot understand the Kanji in the questions. Then she asks him what the next question says for which he replies it's one on thermal expansion. Asuka then places her hands on her breasts and says, "If I were to warm up my breasts like this, do you think they'll get bigger or smaller?" An embarrassed Shinji quickly turns away extremely flushed and mumbles, "I don't know! I don't think about stuff like that!" To which Asuka says, "What a boring little boy," and walks off. Shinji looks over at Rei who has just gotten out of the pool. Asuka says, "Look at me!" as she back-rolls into the pool. Shinji sighs.
Daytona was a blast, though Datonya stood me up.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Is Today Tuesday or Wednesday?
I wear this watch that displays time, day and date. The problem is that it gives three letters for the day. This wouldn’t be so bad if those three letters were either T-U-E or W-E-D. Right now my watch reads, 5:16 PM MAR 19. I’m like, “Damn, it’s March already!?! Where did the year go?”
Anyway the three-letter abbreviation for the day is French, German, Swahili, or something I can’t speak or read. It’s not ebonics. That I know for sure. Friday in ebonics is Chik'n and Beer day or just FryDay.
I blame Pup for my ignorance of foreign languages. I once asked him to teach me Cantonese and he was like, “NO! FUCK YOU!” Then he cursed me in Cantonese and threw rice at me.
In high school Pup was like, “Dude, take Latin. Girls go nuts over any guy who speaks Latin.” So I took Latin for a year. And in college I took 3 semesters of Latin. Sadly, the only Latin phrase I can say translates to The Girl Is A Farmer.
No girl has ever gone nuts over me.
So tomorrow will be VIE 20. I think. I don’t know if that means Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, but I do know that in a few more days, LOOK OUT DATONYA, HERE I COME! Woo Hoo!!!!
I wear this watch that displays time, day and date. The problem is that it gives three letters for the day. This wouldn’t be so bad if those three letters were either T-U-E or W-E-D. Right now my watch reads, 5:16 PM MAR 19. I’m like, “Damn, it’s March already!?! Where did the year go?”
Anyway the three-letter abbreviation for the day is French, German, Swahili, or something I can’t speak or read. It’s not ebonics. That I know for sure. Friday in ebonics is Chik'n and Beer day or just FryDay.
I blame Pup for my ignorance of foreign languages. I once asked him to teach me Cantonese and he was like, “NO! FUCK YOU!” Then he cursed me in Cantonese and threw rice at me.
In high school Pup was like, “Dude, take Latin. Girls go nuts over any guy who speaks Latin.” So I took Latin for a year. And in college I took 3 semesters of Latin. Sadly, the only Latin phrase I can say translates to The Girl Is A Farmer.
No girl has ever gone nuts over me.
So tomorrow will be VIE 20. I think. I don’t know if that means Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, but I do know that in a few more days, LOOK OUT DATONYA, HERE I COME! Woo Hoo!!!!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
AVOIDANCE
I think the next time a wear a clean, new shirt to work and someone says, "Hey, T! Nice shirt! Where'd you get it?" I'll say, "Oh, I got it when I was in the Army. Standard issue."
Then the person will tell me to fuck off. Or the really annoying people will ask, "What squadron were you in?" Then I'll say, "I was in the "2 dash A" squad. That's right, the "dos alphas" in the house!"
When I used to go out I always carried a book. Yup. Whenever I went to the mall, or a park, or a coffee shop, whatever I had me a book. I not easily motivated to "go out." Mainly I'm afraid of interacting with people. But if I have a book, then I've got protection.
It's so aggravating to read the same page over and over again because some person interrupts me by asking, "What you reading?" I always say "A BOOK!" Now I don't go out much. Or at least when I'm out I don't carry a book, I got my gamboy instead. Only once did a kid ask me what I was playing. Guess what I told him?
So I'm me. Mister Avoidance. I do nothing of great significance and share nothing with no one. I don't like you. And, DON'T TOUCH ME!!!
I think the next time a wear a clean, new shirt to work and someone says, "Hey, T! Nice shirt! Where'd you get it?" I'll say, "Oh, I got it when I was in the Army. Standard issue."
Then the person will tell me to fuck off. Or the really annoying people will ask, "What squadron were you in?" Then I'll say, "I was in the "2 dash A" squad. That's right, the "dos alphas" in the house!"
When I used to go out I always carried a book. Yup. Whenever I went to the mall, or a park, or a coffee shop, whatever I had me a book. I not easily motivated to "go out." Mainly I'm afraid of interacting with people. But if I have a book, then I've got protection.
It's so aggravating to read the same page over and over again because some person interrupts me by asking, "What you reading?" I always say "A BOOK!" Now I don't go out much. Or at least when I'm out I don't carry a book, I got my gamboy instead. Only once did a kid ask me what I was playing. Guess what I told him?
So I'm me. Mister Avoidance. I do nothing of great significance and share nothing with no one. I don't like you. And, DON'T TOUCH ME!!!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Mid Year Already...
And I've talked to one girl. Well Pup gave me half credit for that one, so does that count as half a girl?
The odd thing I've noticed is that I haven't really talked to many guys either. Now wait a cotton pickin' minute! T aint gay!!! I'm just sayin' when it come to talking to people, the T would rather not!!! And another thing, DON'T TOUCH ME!!!
Well magic night has been cancelled this week, boo. It's a shame too because I'm so ready to throw down my killer round three combo. Then by round four, game over, I WIN!!!
Anyway, Magic night will resume next week. Maybe tomorrow night instead of gaming I'll talk to the other half of the girl from before. I might get lucky and find a whole girl.
Did Trent Reznor just say conquistador?
Okay, here is my message to the world: IF YOU'RE A GIRL, I HOPE U DON'T MIND, BUT CAN I TALK TO YOU? I PROMISE TO CLEAN MY CAR!!!
That's all I got.
Forever nappy,
T
And I've talked to one girl. Well Pup gave me half credit for that one, so does that count as half a girl?
The odd thing I've noticed is that I haven't really talked to many guys either. Now wait a cotton pickin' minute! T aint gay!!! I'm just sayin' when it come to talking to people, the T would rather not!!! And another thing, DON'T TOUCH ME!!!
Well magic night has been cancelled this week, boo. It's a shame too because I'm so ready to throw down my killer round three combo. Then by round four, game over, I WIN!!!
Anyway, Magic night will resume next week. Maybe tomorrow night instead of gaming I'll talk to the other half of the girl from before. I might get lucky and find a whole girl.
Did Trent Reznor just say conquistador?
Okay, here is my message to the world: IF YOU'RE A GIRL, I HOPE U DON'T MIND, BUT CAN I TALK TO YOU? I PROMISE TO CLEAN MY CAR!!!
That's all I got.
Forever nappy,
T
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
The Bass Ship!
At lunch I took a walk around the parking lot, cuz that's what I do, yo! I key the cars of people I don't like and kick the tires on the rest of them. Anyhow while I'm walking I spy a spiffy red Ford Escort, not too much unlike mine. The only difference is it's clean both inside and out. Let me tell you, it was looking tight. The rims were so fresh and clean, clean. No spots on the windshield. No bird poop.
So that's it. It's time to wash my car, vacuum the interior, and do something about the ants. I think the last time I washed my car was circa '01.
That's all I got.
Forever nappy,
T
At lunch I took a walk around the parking lot, cuz that's what I do, yo! I key the cars of people I don't like and kick the tires on the rest of them. Anyhow while I'm walking I spy a spiffy red Ford Escort, not too much unlike mine. The only difference is it's clean both inside and out. Let me tell you, it was looking tight. The rims were so fresh and clean, clean. No spots on the windshield. No bird poop.
So that's it. It's time to wash my car, vacuum the interior, and do something about the ants. I think the last time I washed my car was circa '01.
That's all I got.
Forever nappy,
T
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Pup's 15 Lost Questions
Answered by T
1) I see myself alone lost on an island. Maybe you and Ko are there; I haven't found you yet.
2) What would I like to find? a) A magic Djinni lamp. b) Rare earth materials. Something neat like dilithium crystals to power the warp drive engine, duh.
3) The first thing I'd do is go, "Damn." Then I'd go exploring until I find you and Ko. And if I don't find you, I'd keep exploring.
4) If being thrown on a deserted island is some sort of metaphor for purgatory, then I'm already there. Someone wants me to do something that will better me, and I won't do it for some odd reason.
5) If I hear drumming, I'd find the source. I'd want to join in and drop the bass, but I'd scout it out first.
6) Skills? I think it would be fun and painful to become a practical medic. If Ko's there, it would be even more fun. "A poisonous spider bit your toe? Well I gotta sever your leg with this dull arrow head." I take that back. I'd like to learn ritual magic become a witch doctor. That would rock.
7) Yeah, like I'm people person as it is. I'd have to isolate myself until I discover a way to a) kill them, b) eat them, c) work with them. Prolly c.
8) I wouldn't make a suggestion. I'd let the leader step up. Of course this will never work since people want to select a leader to watch him/her fail. So I'd have a test of basic survival skills. Catch some fish and prepare dinner for 3. Using the berries on the island, make a refreshing drink. With these twigs, make some clothes, etc.
9) Hell yeah, bitch!
10) A theme song...that's tough. I will survive! Gloria Gainer. You thought you had me!
11) And the batteries in the gameboy are dead? If it were just me, I'd burn shit. If I were with others, I'd tell ghost stories and shit like that.
12) What would I want that I could never give up if I were forced to leave? I would believe that I'm not alone. I would believe that some female were there with me. But I could never find her. I'd believe earnestly that she's out there for me.
13) Animal? Nah, man. I don't do no pets. Though it would be cool to see the same monkey everyday. I'd never go near him/her. I'd throw food at it. Call it Fred regardless of gender. It'll kill me in the end.
14) Plan to escape. Well I can't swim. I think I'd stay. No sense in leaving.
15) Dude, I'm naked!
Answered by T
1) I see myself alone lost on an island. Maybe you and Ko are there; I haven't found you yet.
2) What would I like to find? a) A magic Djinni lamp. b) Rare earth materials. Something neat like dilithium crystals to power the warp drive engine, duh.
3) The first thing I'd do is go, "Damn." Then I'd go exploring until I find you and Ko. And if I don't find you, I'd keep exploring.
4) If being thrown on a deserted island is some sort of metaphor for purgatory, then I'm already there. Someone wants me to do something that will better me, and I won't do it for some odd reason.
5) If I hear drumming, I'd find the source. I'd want to join in and drop the bass, but I'd scout it out first.
6) Skills? I think it would be fun and painful to become a practical medic. If Ko's there, it would be even more fun. "A poisonous spider bit your toe? Well I gotta sever your leg with this dull arrow head." I take that back. I'd like to learn ritual magic become a witch doctor. That would rock.
7) Yeah, like I'm people person as it is. I'd have to isolate myself until I discover a way to a) kill them, b) eat them, c) work with them. Prolly c.
8) I wouldn't make a suggestion. I'd let the leader step up. Of course this will never work since people want to select a leader to watch him/her fail. So I'd have a test of basic survival skills. Catch some fish and prepare dinner for 3. Using the berries on the island, make a refreshing drink. With these twigs, make some clothes, etc.
9) Hell yeah, bitch!
10) A theme song...that's tough. I will survive! Gloria Gainer. You thought you had me!
11) And the batteries in the gameboy are dead? If it were just me, I'd burn shit. If I were with others, I'd tell ghost stories and shit like that.
12) What would I want that I could never give up if I were forced to leave? I would believe that I'm not alone. I would believe that some female were there with me. But I could never find her. I'd believe earnestly that she's out there for me.
13) Animal? Nah, man. I don't do no pets. Though it would be cool to see the same monkey everyday. I'd never go near him/her. I'd throw food at it. Call it Fred regardless of gender. It'll kill me in the end.
14) Plan to escape. Well I can't swim. I think I'd stay. No sense in leaving.
15) Dude, I'm naked!
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Death know's I'm ticklish...
but she keeps tickling me.
"Stop!" I say. "The pleasure pains me."
"Giggle, giggle!"
"Wait. I'm not the one who died."
"I know. But you intrigue me. How do you feel?"
"I don't know. I feel like laughing! I feel uninhibited! I feel happy. I feel ALIVE!!!"
"Funny feeling, isn't it?"
And I go blank.
It's no new news now. My father died 6 weeks ago and here I am picking up the pieces of my life.
Where was I before that tragic day? What was I doing? What does it matter?
I'm in the here and now and I want to live a new life. And have fun like I never did before. I want to be happy. But I don't want to force it.
I take a walk downtown and I see a mime dressed like a statue in wedding attire.
"Can you help me?" I ask. "Do you know where I'm headed? I'm looking for myself. I'm trying to find the new me."
The new me. Who is the new me? Will I like me?
I'm ready to begin anew! And I feel it in my nerves. It feels like freedom! A freedom like I never knew before. I'm ready for a change, a change for the better.
I really can't explain it better than this
but she keeps tickling me.
"Stop!" I say. "The pleasure pains me."
"Giggle, giggle!"
"Wait. I'm not the one who died."
"I know. But you intrigue me. How do you feel?"
"I don't know. I feel like laughing! I feel uninhibited! I feel happy. I feel ALIVE!!!"
"Funny feeling, isn't it?"
And I go blank.
It's no new news now. My father died 6 weeks ago and here I am picking up the pieces of my life.
Where was I before that tragic day? What was I doing? What does it matter?
I'm in the here and now and I want to live a new life. And have fun like I never did before. I want to be happy. But I don't want to force it.
I take a walk downtown and I see a mime dressed like a statue in wedding attire.
"Can you help me?" I ask. "Do you know where I'm headed? I'm looking for myself. I'm trying to find the new me."
The new me. Who is the new me? Will I like me?
I'm ready to begin anew! And I feel it in my nerves. It feels like freedom! A freedom like I never knew before. I'm ready for a change, a change for the better.
I really can't explain it better than this
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