When ur roommate moves...
Only when your roommate moves do you realize how much was his. Couch is gone. True. Knew that. Room next to that is completely empty. Also true. I really didn't feel like it affected me until I went to heat up some pizza and... no microwave. True.
So now I type to you while I wait for my pizza to cook again... in the oven. Patience. What i've also learned = Gas stoves seem dangerous. I'm trusting this thing to regulate a minor explosion when it fills a portion of the oven with gas then ignites it. I don't know the history of this stove. I wasn't there the time it possibly broke down. Hell, I SURELY don't want to be here the next time it does. Anyway, the latest addition to my roommates belongings include the internet modem. When he takes that... I shall not be so happy.
Peace.
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BBC NEWS | Middle East | 'More scary than the Gulf War'
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Whatever you say...
Honestly, every now and then I don't hear what people say to me. This crucial prerequisite doesn't stop me from responding though. I usually give them some non-descript affirmation or question. Like... "Why?" When clearly "How have you been?" doesn't prompt that response. If taken incorrectly that could have been fighting words. Ok, well the person would have to be on some serious Napoleon ish, but still.
I wonder if this happens in more crucial arenas. Politics? The Pentagon? How messed up would it be if someone misunderstood someone on that level. "Wait... you don't want me to press the button?!" "No!" "'No, you do' or 'No, i don't want you to press the button'". I've always thought that was interesting. The 'no' of agreement. People could be more eloquent. They won't be though, until they are. Kidding, i just love ridiculously obvious declarations. Carry on 'bout ya business.
Peace.
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How the ear works... just in case.
Honestly, every now and then I don't hear what people say to me. This crucial prerequisite doesn't stop me from responding though. I usually give them some non-descript affirmation or question. Like... "Why?" When clearly "How have you been?" doesn't prompt that response. If taken incorrectly that could have been fighting words. Ok, well the person would have to be on some serious Napoleon ish, but still.
I wonder if this happens in more crucial arenas. Politics? The Pentagon? How messed up would it be if someone misunderstood someone on that level. "Wait... you don't want me to press the button?!" "No!" "'No, you do' or 'No, i don't want you to press the button'". I've always thought that was interesting. The 'no' of agreement. People could be more eloquent. They won't be though, until they are. Kidding, i just love ridiculously obvious declarations. Carry on 'bout ya business.
Peace.
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How the ear works... just in case.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Follow up...
Recently Carla needed a watch, so we went shopping for one. Eventually visiting my old job because they have the best inexpensive watches. I don't know about you but anything over $15 is too much for a watch for me right now.
Anyway, while there my boss updated me on all the changes that occured after I left. I won't go into details but essentially I left at the perfect time. Well, for my benefit that is... them, not so much. Jobs were lost. Jobs were shredded. Jobs were pleaded for again. It happens, but the lesson is never look back except to learn a lesson or help somebody do the same.
Bloggito peace.
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Why is Israel trying to be like the U.S. ?
Why didn't I know that Erykah Badu got a booty? She from TX though, so it makes sense. TX stand UP!
Recently Carla needed a watch, so we went shopping for one. Eventually visiting my old job because they have the best inexpensive watches. I don't know about you but anything over $15 is too much for a watch for me right now.
Anyway, while there my boss updated me on all the changes that occured after I left. I won't go into details but essentially I left at the perfect time. Well, for my benefit that is... them, not so much. Jobs were lost. Jobs were shredded. Jobs were pleaded for again. It happens, but the lesson is never look back except to learn a lesson or help somebody do the same.
Bloggito peace.
________________________
Why is Israel trying to be like the U.S. ?
Why didn't I know that Erykah Badu got a booty? She from TX though, so it makes sense. TX stand UP!
Friday, July 14, 2006
The Professor...
[The following was deleted from a comment on Lasu's MySpace blog. I wanted to keep the comment short, but still wanted to expound on the idea.
The topic was "What if people were simpler?" cognitively. 'They would have fewer problems...' and so forth. However there was a dual acknowledgement that we must also appreciated how far we've come. A few people agreed. I responded "What if people were smarter? We would have fewer problems." I explained how I defined "smarter" as exercising the ability to acknowledge futility, especially when setting goals for contentment. The simplicity of this is usually hindered by yourself and your relationship to society...]
Pride is a very dangerous thing. Apparently, it is one of the seven deadly sins. Too much pride can get you into trouble. Too little pride may not get you anywhere. Unfortunately, one person slightly deficient in pride often jabs at another person as a twisted form of therapy (sometimes consciously). Even worse, our society easily allows for people to feel worthless. Doesn't have to be this way, but it creates a pecking order that makes some people feel better. It is similar to the adage "Life is simple; it's the people that complicate it". If people were 'smarter' more of us would acknowledge the absurdity of the 'pecking order'. We each could feel more content about the lives we carve out for our selves because it would play out on our own scale, as opposed to the scale we interpret from society.
The best thing Lasu said [in my opinion, of course] is "it's unfortunate that humans have to live in a society driven by economy and monetary profit." It was the line that kicked off his blog and it is the first step (I believe) in making people smarter; which is to think outside of society - to step out and look at our absurdities as a whole. The line acknowledges the inevitability of an economy, whether it meant to or not, but suggests a longing for more than the monetary measuring stick. Meaning Lasu can then move in society with a new perspective.
Now I just wonder the futility of my response. Hopefully it came off less existentialist than it could have, because I have yet to hear what I mean properly conveyed in philosophic text. However, I don't really look to them to shape my view, but that is because I can never really get past the first chapter without feeling there is something more productive I could be doing with my time. (For everyone who questions how long I spent writing this blog, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!)
Meh, essentially what I want to express is that ALOT more of your contentment rests on you claiming it that it does in your possessions, relationships, career, or beliefs. Evaluate your goals with the question that I used, "then what?" You have set all these goals for yourself, but "then what?" If you found contentment in all the aforementioned popular quantifiers (job, possessions, relationships, etc) where would you go from there? Does the lack of those really stop you from being content? What if you never reach them? Can you be content with having lived at all? Do you feel like you are "living"? Why/Why not? Do remember that someone will always have it worse than you, and you didn't have to exist, so...
peace!
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A rough idea to help grasp the point as not to misinterpret the message.
He's smarter than he lets on. Which is why he hasn't been assassinated! Making it sound like a joke helps too (i.e.> 'The Reparations Sketch' or 'Black Bush').
[The following was deleted from a comment on Lasu's MySpace blog. I wanted to keep the comment short, but still wanted to expound on the idea.
The topic was "What if people were simpler?" cognitively. 'They would have fewer problems...' and so forth. However there was a dual acknowledgement that we must also appreciated how far we've come. A few people agreed. I responded "What if people were smarter? We would have fewer problems." I explained how I defined "smarter" as exercising the ability to acknowledge futility, especially when setting goals for contentment. The simplicity of this is usually hindered by yourself and your relationship to society...]
Pride is a very dangerous thing. Apparently, it is one of the seven deadly sins. Too much pride can get you into trouble. Too little pride may not get you anywhere. Unfortunately, one person slightly deficient in pride often jabs at another person as a twisted form of therapy (sometimes consciously). Even worse, our society easily allows for people to feel worthless. Doesn't have to be this way, but it creates a pecking order that makes some people feel better. It is similar to the adage "Life is simple; it's the people that complicate it". If people were 'smarter' more of us would acknowledge the absurdity of the 'pecking order'. We each could feel more content about the lives we carve out for our selves because it would play out on our own scale, as opposed to the scale we interpret from society.
The best thing Lasu said [in my opinion, of course] is "it's unfortunate that humans have to live in a society driven by economy and monetary profit." It was the line that kicked off his blog and it is the first step (I believe) in making people smarter; which is to think outside of society - to step out and look at our absurdities as a whole. The line acknowledges the inevitability of an economy, whether it meant to or not, but suggests a longing for more than the monetary measuring stick. Meaning Lasu can then move in society with a new perspective.
Now I just wonder the futility of my response. Hopefully it came off less existentialist than it could have, because I have yet to hear what I mean properly conveyed in philosophic text. However, I don't really look to them to shape my view, but that is because I can never really get past the first chapter without feeling there is something more productive I could be doing with my time. (For everyone who questions how long I spent writing this blog, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!)
Meh, essentially what I want to express is that ALOT more of your contentment rests on you claiming it that it does in your possessions, relationships, career, or beliefs. Evaluate your goals with the question that I used, "then what?" You have set all these goals for yourself, but "then what?" If you found contentment in all the aforementioned popular quantifiers (job, possessions, relationships, etc) where would you go from there? Does the lack of those really stop you from being content? What if you never reach them? Can you be content with having lived at all? Do you feel like you are "living"? Why/Why not? Do remember that someone will always have it worse than you, and you didn't have to exist, so...
peace!
==============================
A rough idea to help grasp the point as not to misinterpret the message.
He's smarter than he lets on. Which is why he hasn't been assassinated! Making it sound like a joke helps too (i.e.> 'The Reparations Sketch' or 'Black Bush').
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Created or Destoyed...
The amalgamation of letters you see before you is the seed of my procastination. Seed in the 'offspring' sence not 'farming' sense, though the potential for a double entendre is not lost on any of us I hope. Speaking of hope, I call upon it as a crutch in the creative battle within which I am currently caught.
It is a fascinating thing 'to create'. There are many portions of this to marvel at but allow me to clarify. Not the process, or the art of it, but i mean the actual point in which you go from attempt to success in creation. Especially if it wasn't something that came to you, but when you actually worked for the idea. Well, that is what i'm trying to do now.
[Insert 3 hours of being distracted learning to play "Stairway to Heaven"]
The hardest thing to do is to stay focused and actually build upon the idea before it morphs into whatever else you come up with. Because ideas don't come solo. Oh no, they flow in like a flood. Then you have all these ideas that you have to ignore. Before you were literally at your wit's end, now you want you wit to shut up and give you a minute. Y'know, so you can actually develop the first idea. I should go do that now.
Peace.
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Links coming soon... soon as i remember them.
The amalgamation of letters you see before you is the seed of my procastination. Seed in the 'offspring' sence not 'farming' sense, though the potential for a double entendre is not lost on any of us I hope. Speaking of hope, I call upon it as a crutch in the creative battle within which I am currently caught.
It is a fascinating thing 'to create'. There are many portions of this to marvel at but allow me to clarify. Not the process, or the art of it, but i mean the actual point in which you go from attempt to success in creation. Especially if it wasn't something that came to you, but when you actually worked for the idea. Well, that is what i'm trying to do now.
[Insert 3 hours of being distracted learning to play "Stairway to Heaven"]
The hardest thing to do is to stay focused and actually build upon the idea before it morphs into whatever else you come up with. Because ideas don't come solo. Oh no, they flow in like a flood. Then you have all these ideas that you have to ignore. Before you were literally at your wit's end, now you want you wit to shut up and give you a minute. Y'know, so you can actually develop the first idea. I should go do that now.
Peace.
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Links coming soon... soon as i remember them.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
How many words does it take you to get to the center of a Footballer?...
I've been away the last few days, meeting with roommates for the new apartment and chillin' with Carla. (Sidenote: My new roommates keep adding the qualifer "so if you decide to take the place" into their speech. Which would be fine were we not talking about things like HOW I'M DEFINITELY SIGNING THE LEASE and WHEN I'M DEFINITELY MOVING MY STUFF IN I and how I told them from jump that "I AM DEFINITELY MOVING INTO THIS PLACE." Indeed my precise words. Anyway...)
On Sunday, we caught the 2006 World Cup Final, even missed a movie for it (hadn't bought tix yet, so it was all good). It was a good game, and also funny. Especially when Zinedine Zidane waylayed Marco Materazzi. Catching one of those blows that makes you wince in sympathetic pain, Materazzi proved why you DON'T insult a three-time World Player of the Year. "Three-time!" means he wasn't just a lucky pick. It denotes that dude ain't no punk (as proven by informally introducing his head to your sternum).
As is the world, i'm curious what you have to say to make a dude ram his head into your ribs hurling you to the ground. I say hurling, cus Materazzi indeed went from standing to slamming into the ground vertebrae first on impact. Surely Materazzi's should be put into that rule book of shit you just don't say period.
Peace.
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Izza my fava renedizzion of the Zidane Headbutt. (I feel no remorse for my bad italian impression. If you don't know why turn on MTV!)
Why you don't insult talent...
Best way to insult = with 2400 word vocabulary (the average vocab = 800 words).
Change 'Thou' to 'Yo momma' and it's a wrap!
Oh, and a crowd going "oooooooooo"!
An interview between Saul Williams and Henry Rollins, two cats that could easily verbally shit on you...
I've been away the last few days, meeting with roommates for the new apartment and chillin' with Carla. (Sidenote: My new roommates keep adding the qualifer "so if you decide to take the place" into their speech. Which would be fine were we not talking about things like HOW I'M DEFINITELY SIGNING THE LEASE and WHEN I'M DEFINITELY MOVING MY STUFF IN I and how I told them from jump that "I AM DEFINITELY MOVING INTO THIS PLACE." Indeed my precise words. Anyway...)
On Sunday, we caught the 2006 World Cup Final, even missed a movie for it (hadn't bought tix yet, so it was all good). It was a good game, and also funny. Especially when Zinedine Zidane waylayed Marco Materazzi. Catching one of those blows that makes you wince in sympathetic pain, Materazzi proved why you DON'T insult a three-time World Player of the Year. "Three-time!" means he wasn't just a lucky pick. It denotes that dude ain't no punk (as proven by informally introducing his head to your sternum).
As is the world, i'm curious what you have to say to make a dude ram his head into your ribs hurling you to the ground. I say hurling, cus Materazzi indeed went from standing to slamming into the ground vertebrae first on impact. Surely Materazzi's should be put into that rule book of shit you just don't say period.
Peace.
=======================
Izza my fava renedizzion of the Zidane Headbutt. (I feel no remorse for my bad italian impression. If you don't know why turn on MTV!)
Why you don't insult talent...
Best way to insult = with 2400 word vocabulary (the average vocab = 800 words).
Change 'Thou' to 'Yo momma' and it's a wrap!
Oh, and a crowd going "oooooooooo"!
An interview between Saul Williams and Henry Rollins, two cats that could easily verbally shit on you...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Like a rolling stone...
Oh my my my... So yeah, remember how I told you I got a new job and a new place then i quit the new job. Well, yeah... now my new place is going bye bye as well. See my roommate is a teacher, but on the side (and really just the summers) he does real estate. Well, he just got the chance to buy his first complex and for a chance actually be landlord and get paid rent, rather than paying rent. Which, if you know anything about the cost of living in Boston, is HUGE. So of course, I was like do your thing.
Now what this means is that cus he is moving out I could either, find a new roommate or peace-out. Sure enough my landlord calls me with this same ultimatum. Now he's probably thinking, I'd just scrounge up the money rather than be homeless. If i stayed but didn't find a new roommate I'd be responsible for not only my rent, but the non-roommate's share AND the security deposit. Hahaha... silly man. I laughed and said "So your asking me for $2,100... haha, I can not do that!!" I put him on hold and called the roommate and made sure this wasn't just some scam he was trying to run on me. Then I called him back and said "Is there any other option?" Essentially meaning is there a way I could pay part and stay til Sept 1st. He declined to which I replied "Okay, then I'm out!" Let him know that this was my last month and that i'm out.
What he does not know is that earlier that day I found my new place. Which is actually closer to where I wanna be. Much nicer than his place. AND, far cheaper as well. Additionally, I asked both my girl and my new place if i could store my stuff with them til I move (I was not surprised that he called thus I was prepared). So yeah, I was straight. Now I just saved money. I love my life. "Ha, the Lord is GOOD!"
Peace.
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He helped Gilligan-n-n get off the Island, ha!!
How I find everthing!!
Oh my my my... So yeah, remember how I told you I got a new job and a new place then i quit the new job. Well, yeah... now my new place is going bye bye as well. See my roommate is a teacher, but on the side (and really just the summers) he does real estate. Well, he just got the chance to buy his first complex and for a chance actually be landlord and get paid rent, rather than paying rent. Which, if you know anything about the cost of living in Boston, is HUGE. So of course, I was like do your thing.
Now what this means is that cus he is moving out I could either, find a new roommate or peace-out. Sure enough my landlord calls me with this same ultimatum. Now he's probably thinking, I'd just scrounge up the money rather than be homeless. If i stayed but didn't find a new roommate I'd be responsible for not only my rent, but the non-roommate's share AND the security deposit. Hahaha... silly man. I laughed and said "So your asking me for $2,100... haha, I can not do that!!" I put him on hold and called the roommate and made sure this wasn't just some scam he was trying to run on me. Then I called him back and said "Is there any other option?" Essentially meaning is there a way I could pay part and stay til Sept 1st. He declined to which I replied "Okay, then I'm out!" Let him know that this was my last month and that i'm out.
What he does not know is that earlier that day I found my new place. Which is actually closer to where I wanna be. Much nicer than his place. AND, far cheaper as well. Additionally, I asked both my girl and my new place if i could store my stuff with them til I move (I was not surprised that he called thus I was prepared). So yeah, I was straight. Now I just saved money. I love my life. "Ha, the Lord is GOOD!"
Peace.
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He helped Gilligan-n-n get off the Island, ha!!
How I find everthing!!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
The O'Jays - A Family Reunion
Battle was Saturday. Sunday morning I was off to Connecticut. It was a last minute decision but I didn't want my girl to weather the barrage of inquiries into her life solo. We took a bus down, which meant 4+ hours of reading this one news paper i like. We intermittently debated about Superman Returns but for the most part I was just stuck reading this article on fusion-voting. The odd thing was that I basically could not finish the article. I suddenly felt like I was in school again. No matter how I tried to just read on through it, the words just bounced off me. I was left with little grasp of the content and thus resolving to re-read. Very annoying and time consuming.
While in Connecticut, family didn't seem to understand that I-i-i didn't give a flying [edit] about how things were going to work out. Where we slept, when we ate, where we spent our days before the actual cookout: no importa. What amused me the most was the penchant family has for repeating itself. Captured best in this moment i recant for you now:
My girl, her pops, and I sit outside her brother's apartment. Yes, her sister lives in a seperate joint on the third floor but we were waiting on her brother to return. Our eyes are fixed on the flowers in front of us, not for their attempt at urban beautification but for the possible exit of yellow-jackets. We shoot the breeze, nothing important at all, in fact we actually come around to talking about the weather. The most cliché topic of all time but we progress with it rather than delving into deeper topics. (I mention this because the conversation originally kicked off with Pops observing that my girl's thighs had grown thicker...oops, haha. I am not sure he wanted to commit himself to deducing the cause - as she and I sat nearly holding hands.) Now talking about rain, I mention my fascination with it's near-precision. Especially how it can be raining across the street from you and you never feel a drop. Also the way rain seems to commence and cease within a few seconds at times. You can go from dry to downpour in almost an instant and vice-versa. It really is fascinating. Carla seconded the observations and just then her pops offered his own. "Yeah, you know, boy, you could be sitting on one side of the street watching it rain over there and you never even feel a drop. Man, I'll tell you, that is something, isn't it?!" To which I replied, "Yes, sir!" to this completely new observation on the subject. Fin.
Now multiply that by however many subjects people can fit into three days of pseudo-catching up and you have the trip. Overall it was still fun. The "Most Fun People to Chill With" awards go to Carla's 15yr-old cousin from South Carolina (whom we are trying to kidnap and put into a good school in a big city), her brothers (both are cool and funny) and her sister's girlfriend (as in romantic insterest - who probably understands how I feel though her broken record collection probably consists of "I just don't understand" and "The bible says"). At times, i just wanted to be like "dang, mayn, you must be tired" but i'm sure she gathered my views when it was mentioned that I fundraised for the HRC (Human Rights Campaign). Also she listens to 'Little Brother' so she MUST be cool on some level.
Anyway, amid attempts to escape to video games and suffering through folks watching 'they stories' (their soap operas) on the biggest screen i've seen in a minute, the cookout was cool. Especially the music (when they were playing EVERY old-school favorite of mine) before it eventually rained. Oh, and of course they tried to overfeed me cus i'm "skinty". But hey, free food, is free food. Also, my southern accent made a triumphant but laid-back return, cus they all are originally from South Carolina. Lastly, (as stereotypical as it is) GOOD KOOL-AID IS THE JAM!!!
Peace.
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The Human Rights Campaign, let it be known that I fundraised the most at PRIDE; making me not just an eco-hustler, but an all-round non-profit paper-chaser.
Maybe it's just me, but fusion-voting makes so much sense that I doubt people are ready.
Little Brother on MySpace. I also recommend visiting 9th Wonder's page, he makes the tracks.
Battle was Saturday. Sunday morning I was off to Connecticut. It was a last minute decision but I didn't want my girl to weather the barrage of inquiries into her life solo. We took a bus down, which meant 4+ hours of reading this one news paper i like. We intermittently debated about Superman Returns but for the most part I was just stuck reading this article on fusion-voting. The odd thing was that I basically could not finish the article. I suddenly felt like I was in school again. No matter how I tried to just read on through it, the words just bounced off me. I was left with little grasp of the content and thus resolving to re-read. Very annoying and time consuming.
While in Connecticut, family didn't seem to understand that I-i-i didn't give a flying [edit] about how things were going to work out. Where we slept, when we ate, where we spent our days before the actual cookout: no importa. What amused me the most was the penchant family has for repeating itself. Captured best in this moment i recant for you now:
My girl, her pops, and I sit outside her brother's apartment. Yes, her sister lives in a seperate joint on the third floor but we were waiting on her brother to return. Our eyes are fixed on the flowers in front of us, not for their attempt at urban beautification but for the possible exit of yellow-jackets. We shoot the breeze, nothing important at all, in fact we actually come around to talking about the weather. The most cliché topic of all time but we progress with it rather than delving into deeper topics. (I mention this because the conversation originally kicked off with Pops observing that my girl's thighs had grown thicker...oops, haha. I am not sure he wanted to commit himself to deducing the cause - as she and I sat nearly holding hands.) Now talking about rain, I mention my fascination with it's near-precision. Especially how it can be raining across the street from you and you never feel a drop. Also the way rain seems to commence and cease within a few seconds at times. You can go from dry to downpour in almost an instant and vice-versa. It really is fascinating. Carla seconded the observations and just then her pops offered his own. "Yeah, you know, boy, you could be sitting on one side of the street watching it rain over there and you never even feel a drop. Man, I'll tell you, that is something, isn't it?!" To which I replied, "Yes, sir!" to this completely new observation on the subject. Fin.
Now multiply that by however many subjects people can fit into three days of pseudo-catching up and you have the trip. Overall it was still fun. The "Most Fun People to Chill With" awards go to Carla's 15yr-old cousin from South Carolina (whom we are trying to kidnap and put into a good school in a big city), her brothers (both are cool and funny) and her sister's girlfriend (as in romantic insterest - who probably understands how I feel though her broken record collection probably consists of "I just don't understand" and "The bible says"). At times, i just wanted to be like "dang, mayn, you must be tired" but i'm sure she gathered my views when it was mentioned that I fundraised for the HRC (Human Rights Campaign). Also she listens to 'Little Brother' so she MUST be cool on some level.
Anyway, amid attempts to escape to video games and suffering through folks watching 'they stories' (their soap operas) on the biggest screen i've seen in a minute, the cookout was cool. Especially the music (when they were playing EVERY old-school favorite of mine) before it eventually rained. Oh, and of course they tried to overfeed me cus i'm "skinty". But hey, free food, is free food. Also, my southern accent made a triumphant but laid-back return, cus they all are originally from South Carolina. Lastly, (as stereotypical as it is) GOOD KOOL-AID IS THE JAM!!!
Peace.
=============================
The Human Rights Campaign, let it be known that I fundraised the most at PRIDE; making me not just an eco-hustler, but an all-round non-profit paper-chaser.
Maybe it's just me, but fusion-voting makes so much sense that I doubt people are ready.
Little Brother on MySpace. I also recommend visiting 9th Wonder's page, he makes the tracks.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Redefining First Place...
So my band (in which I feel ownership as being a part of it) was in the regional finals of this international Battle of the Bands contest this past weekend. I originally felt like the thing was a pyramid scheme (which it is to a degree) but I still let us participate anyway.
Why?
Because we would get to play the top venues in the city if we won. Well, as mentioned before we made it to the regional finals. Meaning we essentially bested hundreds of other bands (cus there were multiple rounds with multiple nights of contest with multiple bands that competed) to finally arrive at the finals we were in Saturday night.
How did you guys do?
We placed 3rd overall, as so voted by the judges. Their decision was final. However in a seperate vote we were picked #1 by the other competing bands, which we feel is a major compliment. Plus I think we will be quite fine in the long run with our 3rd place. Thus the experience was everything we thought it would be and more.
We went farther than we thought we would. We were heard by more people than we thought we would be. And, we gained the respect of the musical community (artists and enthusiasts alike). Thus we came out on top, ask the bands! :-)
And sincere thanks to anyone who came to any of the rounds and voted us on. THANK YOU!!
Peace.
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How did Melodesiac do? The answer is a few clicks away.
So my band (in which I feel ownership as being a part of it) was in the regional finals of this international Battle of the Bands contest this past weekend. I originally felt like the thing was a pyramid scheme (which it is to a degree) but I still let us participate anyway.
Why?
Because we would get to play the top venues in the city if we won. Well, as mentioned before we made it to the regional finals. Meaning we essentially bested hundreds of other bands (cus there were multiple rounds with multiple nights of contest with multiple bands that competed) to finally arrive at the finals we were in Saturday night.
How did you guys do?
We placed 3rd overall, as so voted by the judges. Their decision was final. However in a seperate vote we were picked #1 by the other competing bands, which we feel is a major compliment. Plus I think we will be quite fine in the long run with our 3rd place. Thus the experience was everything we thought it would be and more.
We went farther than we thought we would. We were heard by more people than we thought we would be. And, we gained the respect of the musical community (artists and enthusiasts alike). Thus we came out on top, ask the bands! :-)
And sincere thanks to anyone who came to any of the rounds and voted us on. THANK YOU!!
Peace.
=====================
How did Melodesiac do? The answer is a few clicks away.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Super, man...
On this rainy day, I will see "Superman Returns". Which I'll probably write about tomorrow. Though for now I can tell you what I do know. I will be watching this movie in a packed theater. (I spell it "theater" when talking about movies and "theatre" when speaking on stage performances.)
The reason I bring this up is because I actually loathe watching movies when other people are around (excluding friends - not to exceed five in quantity, else it's the same problem). People talk. Why?! I don't know. Movies don't ask you to say anything. In fact, they explicitly ask you NOT to say anything.
Sidenote: "Inconsiderate cell-phone man" was SO great, bravo, encore.
But yeah, I like having a theatre nearly to myself (and maybe 20 strangers). I go see movies at like 2-3pm in the afternoon for this purpose. I guess because I feel I REALLY respect the art of film and to talk through it is unfair to you who subjected yourself to the experience as well as the crews who toiled over the project. That's just me though. So to avoid the ingrates I go to movies at odd times.
See you anywhere but the movies!
Peace.
====================
Ace reporter Valerin has discovered this story citing the inanity of the news: CNN.com - Senator seeks tax on pimps, prostitutes - Jun 27, 2006
On this rainy day, I will see "Superman Returns". Which I'll probably write about tomorrow. Though for now I can tell you what I do know. I will be watching this movie in a packed theater. (I spell it "theater" when talking about movies and "theatre" when speaking on stage performances.)
The reason I bring this up is because I actually loathe watching movies when other people are around (excluding friends - not to exceed five in quantity, else it's the same problem). People talk. Why?! I don't know. Movies don't ask you to say anything. In fact, they explicitly ask you NOT to say anything.
Sidenote: "Inconsiderate cell-phone man" was SO great, bravo, encore.
But yeah, I like having a theatre nearly to myself (and maybe 20 strangers). I go see movies at like 2-3pm in the afternoon for this purpose. I guess because I feel I REALLY respect the art of film and to talk through it is unfair to you who subjected yourself to the experience as well as the crews who toiled over the project. That's just me though. So to avoid the ingrates I go to movies at odd times.
See you anywhere but the movies!
Peace.
====================
Ace reporter Valerin has discovered this story citing the inanity of the news: CNN.com - Senator seeks tax on pimps, prostitutes - Jun 27, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Them dang ole spiders, mayn...
Dear Spiders,
I officially announce my beef with you. Not ALL spiders, just stupid spiders. Never have I ever ... (never have i ever?) walked through spiderwebs on a consistent basis. It has become a battle. First assumptions were that the webs only existed over the sidewalks between hedges and street signs. So naturally i figured walking in the middle of the street equals a solution. BLASTED SPIDERS got me still. Really though?! What warped spiders are trying to catch food on a street?! They can't be eating that much cus PEOPLE TEAR SPIDERWEBS. Like really though?! I want you all to eat. For the most part, I like spiders. Just not on me. You know I have a 1-foot rule. (If your within 1-foot of me, you relinquish your right to live.) Remember when it was 3-feet. I'm trying to help y'all out.
Also let's look at this from your point of view (POV). You're a spider, you just spent a long amount of (whatever concept spiders have of) time building your food trap and rip-rip-rip ya whole masterpeice gone. Surely you're not going to build a web in tear-down territory again, right? Oh no, you're hard-headed little spiders. You just keep on building. I mean you think Darwinism would take care of this. No web, no food, lesson learned. I don't know though, I KEEP walking through the spiderwebs. It always catches me off guard. You basically ruin my whole vibe. I go from happy/clean to sticky/webbed. I don't know where you're web has been. Nor do I think I want to know. I also REALLY don't want believe that you are now ON me with your web, cus I'll kill ya!! I completely understand the malice villians and thugs must feel toward Spiderman. Webbing folks in the face is NOT cool. Shame on you spiders. I usually wish the best for most creatures, but I'm kinda indifferent about you right now. Just the stupid spiders, not you good fly-killing spiders. Keep on doing what you do.
Sincerely,
All-in-your-web!
===========================
The World Cup is evil for pitting Brazil vs. Ghana so early knowing that i'm rooting for both of them.
Dear Spiders,
I officially announce my beef with you. Not ALL spiders, just stupid spiders. Never have I ever ... (never have i ever?) walked through spiderwebs on a consistent basis. It has become a battle. First assumptions were that the webs only existed over the sidewalks between hedges and street signs. So naturally i figured walking in the middle of the street equals a solution. BLASTED SPIDERS got me still. Really though?! What warped spiders are trying to catch food on a street?! They can't be eating that much cus PEOPLE TEAR SPIDERWEBS. Like really though?! I want you all to eat. For the most part, I like spiders. Just not on me. You know I have a 1-foot rule. (If your within 1-foot of me, you relinquish your right to live.) Remember when it was 3-feet. I'm trying to help y'all out.
Also let's look at this from your point of view (POV). You're a spider, you just spent a long amount of (whatever concept spiders have of) time building your food trap and rip-rip-rip ya whole masterpeice gone. Surely you're not going to build a web in tear-down territory again, right? Oh no, you're hard-headed little spiders. You just keep on building. I mean you think Darwinism would take care of this. No web, no food, lesson learned. I don't know though, I KEEP walking through the spiderwebs. It always catches me off guard. You basically ruin my whole vibe. I go from happy/clean to sticky/webbed. I don't know where you're web has been. Nor do I think I want to know. I also REALLY don't want believe that you are now ON me with your web, cus I'll kill ya!! I completely understand the malice villians and thugs must feel toward Spiderman. Webbing folks in the face is NOT cool. Shame on you spiders. I usually wish the best for most creatures, but I'm kinda indifferent about you right now. Just the stupid spiders, not you good fly-killing spiders. Keep on doing what you do.
Sincerely,
All-in-your-web!
===========================
The World Cup is evil for pitting Brazil vs. Ghana so early knowing that i'm rooting for both of them.
Monday, June 26, 2006
No line, just unemployed...
I've been unemployed for a week now. I think of it like a taste of what writing full time will be like. So far, the only thing missing is performing on the weekends. But next weekend we're playing the regional finals of the Emergenza Battle of the Bands. So that will be tight.
For now, I spend most of my days coming up w/ music and lyrics if not finishing whatever I came up with in the days past. I'm already into a third song (of the new batch - I have others).
Outside of music, my girl bought Resident Evil. I played it, beat it. Which is bad, cus I really try not to play THAT many games now, cus I know I won't put it down til it's finished. And when I finish them I'm always like... now what?! What will I do now that my sole purpose for breathing has fallen into the limbo that is my past?! Ok, not that dramatic, but you get the point.
Anyway as not to sound completely slothful I shall inform you that I checked up on the job I want and they said they will probably have an opening in a week or two. Til then I'm all about the World Cup. I mean it isn't my fault that I resigned just as the World Cup began. :-) (I know that is completely false but play along.) Brazil is my fave, but I really want Ghana to do well. Anyway, i'm going to get back to writing/watching. I really meant to blog about my beef w/ spiders right now, but tangents rule.
Cosine, bizl!!
Peace.
================
?uestlove's Blog has become a must read for me now. I like knowing there are more of 'us' out there. If you know who 'us' is go read and enjoy.
Jay-Z makes one small step for Hip-Hop... (Pun aversion program.)
I've been unemployed for a week now. I think of it like a taste of what writing full time will be like. So far, the only thing missing is performing on the weekends. But next weekend we're playing the regional finals of the Emergenza Battle of the Bands. So that will be tight.
For now, I spend most of my days coming up w/ music and lyrics if not finishing whatever I came up with in the days past. I'm already into a third song (of the new batch - I have others).
Outside of music, my girl bought Resident Evil. I played it, beat it. Which is bad, cus I really try not to play THAT many games now, cus I know I won't put it down til it's finished. And when I finish them I'm always like... now what?! What will I do now that my sole purpose for breathing has fallen into the limbo that is my past?! Ok, not that dramatic, but you get the point.
Anyway as not to sound completely slothful I shall inform you that I checked up on the job I want and they said they will probably have an opening in a week or two. Til then I'm all about the World Cup. I mean it isn't my fault that I resigned just as the World Cup began. :-) (I know that is completely false but play along.) Brazil is my fave, but I really want Ghana to do well. Anyway, i'm going to get back to writing/watching. I really meant to blog about my beef w/ spiders right now, but tangents rule.
Cosine, bizl!!
Peace.
================
?uestlove's Blog has become a must read for me now. I like knowing there are more of 'us' out there. If you know who 'us' is go read and enjoy.
Jay-Z makes one small step for Hip-Hop... (Pun aversion program.)
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The rebirth of a meantime...
Alright, so if you've noticed, i haven't been blogging alot recently. Usually like three times a month. The reason is that everytime I want to blog it feels like such a task; expounding massive amounts of mental energy to deliver a lengthy blog on brief topics.
For example, topics like my departure from the "Eco-thugs", or why Spiderman is the only spider-related entity i can stand right now can henceforth fall into much shorter blogs (bloggitos, if you will - which you shouldn't). I'll explain about the spiders in subsequent posts (probably later on today since I don't have a job now.)
In other news I've started another blog on the MySpace page for my music. Basically just to chronicle the journey i've enbarked on. Nothing particularly special, though it will get more interesting from here. Also, i'll probably start throwing in links to stuff below my posts like Jes does. In fact let's end this here.
Peace.
=================
Prison is the continuation of slavery!
When I think of feminism, Wonder Woman is the last figure to come to mind... maybe i'm off.
I met Ryan Leslie way back when he was focusing on himself as an artist cus Zach Raynor dragged me to a club performance, but so far my favorite thing from him is his video blog. It gives me jollies.
Alright, so if you've noticed, i haven't been blogging alot recently. Usually like three times a month. The reason is that everytime I want to blog it feels like such a task; expounding massive amounts of mental energy to deliver a lengthy blog on brief topics.
For example, topics like my departure from the "Eco-thugs", or why Spiderman is the only spider-related entity i can stand right now can henceforth fall into much shorter blogs (bloggitos, if you will - which you shouldn't). I'll explain about the spiders in subsequent posts (probably later on today since I don't have a job now.)
In other news I've started another blog on the MySpace page for my music. Basically just to chronicle the journey i've enbarked on. Nothing particularly special, though it will get more interesting from here. Also, i'll probably start throwing in links to stuff below my posts like Jes does. In fact let's end this here.
Peace.
=================
Prison is the continuation of slavery!
When I think of feminism, Wonder Woman is the last figure to come to mind... maybe i'm off.
I met Ryan Leslie way back when he was focusing on himself as an artist cus Zach Raynor dragged me to a club performance, but so far my favorite thing from him is his video blog. It gives me jollies.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Ch-Ch-Changes...
Time to face the change. LoOk to the left and behold the startling new addition to the 'Blogs I Read'. His name is "Saj". He was cool to know and now is cool to read. One of the many hidden treasures on my buddy list. Enjoy.
I ran into a friend of my ex today. Which was funny cus I actually didn't remember why I knew this person until after I stopped her and was ankle-deep in the brief catch-up. None-the-less it was cool to see that she is currently doing big things with the organization that employs her. Y'know...you always wish the best of people you know. (On the two 'know's in that last sentence: It was either end with a preposition or be repetitive...i believe I chose the lesser of two evils.)
Anyways, I have to go. They (the powers that be) are sending me out into the boonies tomorrow. Though I would love to run into a Huey Freeman, i'll probably cross paths with a less like-minded type. C'est la vie. (I wish i knew more French.)
Peace.
Time to face the change. LoOk to the left and behold the startling new addition to the 'Blogs I Read'. His name is "Saj". He was cool to know and now is cool to read. One of the many hidden treasures on my buddy list. Enjoy.
I ran into a friend of my ex today. Which was funny cus I actually didn't remember why I knew this person until after I stopped her and was ankle-deep in the brief catch-up. None-the-less it was cool to see that she is currently doing big things with the organization that employs her. Y'know...you always wish the best of people you know. (On the two 'know's in that last sentence: It was either end with a preposition or be repetitive...i believe I chose the lesser of two evils.)
Anyways, I have to go. They (the powers that be) are sending me out into the boonies tomorrow. Though I would love to run into a Huey Freeman, i'll probably cross paths with a less like-minded type. C'est la vie. (I wish i knew more French.)
Peace.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Do over...
Okay! So remember how last time there were a whole bunch of new things going on. Yeah... that all happened. Only i want to try again. Well the new apartment is perfect so that part is straight. However the new job... tsk tsk tsk. I thought I was signing up to be the person that sits in the office while the eco-thugs hit the streets. And then gives them pep-talks when they come back. Oh not so...
Never has there been a more despised being than a black eco-thug. (Eco-thugs are the people you see on the street soliciting the public for "help saving the environment". I call them thugs because they are aggressive, wear colors and move in small packs.) That being is thus me. Allow me to list off which groups abhor each of the characteristics that make me such an abomination (and thus why i so desperately seek new/better employment):
The Racists - i'm black
The Employed - i ask for their money
The Unemployed - my job is to ask them for the money they ain't got
Minorities - essentially i'm like Carlton (Fresh Prince)
Conservatives - see us as hippies
Hippies - see us as bureaucratic scam artists
1x Givers - feel guilty for not "contributing" enough (cus there's never enough)
Members - incessantly hassled by us to be involved
Everyone - tired of explaining why they do not stop
Myself - know all of the above yet won't quit til i have another job lined up
So in the end I actually wish I had not quit my last job until I found a job better than what I thought I was signing up for. Have I learned that lesson? I dunno, i'm trying hard not to take the first job that comes up.
Save me jebus.
Peace.
Okay! So remember how last time there were a whole bunch of new things going on. Yeah... that all happened. Only i want to try again. Well the new apartment is perfect so that part is straight. However the new job... tsk tsk tsk. I thought I was signing up to be the person that sits in the office while the eco-thugs hit the streets. And then gives them pep-talks when they come back. Oh not so...
Never has there been a more despised being than a black eco-thug. (Eco-thugs are the people you see on the street soliciting the public for "help saving the environment". I call them thugs because they are aggressive, wear colors and move in small packs.) That being is thus me. Allow me to list off which groups abhor each of the characteristics that make me such an abomination (and thus why i so desperately seek new/better employment):
The Racists - i'm black
The Employed - i ask for their money
The Unemployed - my job is to ask them for the money they ain't got
Minorities - essentially i'm like Carlton (Fresh Prince)
Conservatives - see us as hippies
Hippies - see us as bureaucratic scam artists
1x Givers - feel guilty for not "contributing" enough (cus there's never enough)
Members - incessantly hassled by us to be involved
Everyone - tired of explaining why they do not stop
Myself - know all of the above yet won't quit til i have another job lined up
So in the end I actually wish I had not quit my last job until I found a job better than what I thought I was signing up for. Have I learned that lesson? I dunno, i'm trying hard not to take the first job that comes up.
Save me jebus.
Peace.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
The Springingest...
Alright, so remember I told you we (Melodesiac) won the Battle of the Bands to open the Tufts Spring Fling. Well, that (Spring Fling) was today. I was simply happy to experience another Spring Fling. Well... until I did. After we played and then chilled with friends & associates for a bit then it just became a waiting game.
Waiting for... entertainment. This had to be the most relaxed Spring Fling ever. Relaxed is the wrong word. More like just damn lazy. Folks were just sitting around. Everything was at best describable as "aight".
How were the acts? "Aight"
How was the crowd? "Aight"
How was the food? "Aight"
How were the booths? "Aight"
How was the weather? "Aight"
Wanna attend again? "Aight"
Cus that's exactly what this was... the Spring Fling to re-establish Spring Fling. Not the "damn, that was off the hook" one, but the "sure... we should do that again" one. The one where nothing really went wrong cus we didn't aim that high. Which is probably exactly what it should have been. Another flop could have ended Spring Fling all-together. We found out that the torrential down pour that usually abolishes Spring Fling was held off this time until May 9; a bitter-sweet convenience of global warming.
Dah well...so be it!
Peace.
Alright, so remember I told you we (Melodesiac) won the Battle of the Bands to open the Tufts Spring Fling. Well, that (Spring Fling) was today. I was simply happy to experience another Spring Fling. Well... until I did. After we played and then chilled with friends & associates for a bit then it just became a waiting game.
Waiting for... entertainment. This had to be the most relaxed Spring Fling ever. Relaxed is the wrong word. More like just damn lazy. Folks were just sitting around. Everything was at best describable as "aight".
How were the acts? "Aight"
How was the crowd? "Aight"
How was the food? "Aight"
How were the booths? "Aight"
How was the weather? "Aight"
Wanna attend again? "Aight"
Cus that's exactly what this was... the Spring Fling to re-establish Spring Fling. Not the "damn, that was off the hook" one, but the "sure... we should do that again" one. The one where nothing really went wrong cus we didn't aim that high. Which is probably exactly what it should have been. Another flop could have ended Spring Fling all-together. We found out that the torrential down pour that usually abolishes Spring Fling was held off this time until May 9; a bitter-sweet convenience of global warming.
Dah well...so be it!
Peace.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Mr. Robber's Neighborhood...
So I tried to take a diff bus home from a different (but closer) subway station and wound up walking home. Why?! Because apparently the bus stops running at 7pm on Saturday nights... HOW GERIATRIC IS THAT?!
Anyway, on the walk home I found out some things that helped me better understand where I live:
1.> People keep their cable dishes inside their home down the streets. Take time to let the "why" of that action marinate...
2.> There is a trailer park a couple streets away from me. Slightly disturbing to a Black man; especially having to walk past it at night. Imagine the scene. I was praying that no one notices that there is a new "colored" in the vicinity.
3.> True to form not even 2 miles away from the trailers are the upper-middle class homes (and city hall). I hesitate to call them fancy cus i've seen some NICE joints in my day, but I would say they are among the best I've seen in the surrounding cities.
Yeah... I am about the only Black person I see around the area. Seen some dark Dominicans though, and there are alot of Latinos in general... so I'm not worried about someones pent up rage over the advancements of 1964.
However supposedly someone did try to break in downstairs.
Peace & prosperity.
Sidenote:
Duke University Equestrian Team Hoping To Avoid Investigation Into Their Sex Scandal [view more]
So I tried to take a diff bus home from a different (but closer) subway station and wound up walking home. Why?! Because apparently the bus stops running at 7pm on Saturday nights... HOW GERIATRIC IS THAT?!
Anyway, on the walk home I found out some things that helped me better understand where I live:
1.> People keep their cable dishes inside their home down the streets. Take time to let the "why" of that action marinate...
2.> There is a trailer park a couple streets away from me. Slightly disturbing to a Black man; especially having to walk past it at night. Imagine the scene. I was praying that no one notices that there is a new "colored" in the vicinity.
3.> True to form not even 2 miles away from the trailers are the upper-middle class homes (and city hall). I hesitate to call them fancy cus i've seen some NICE joints in my day, but I would say they are among the best I've seen in the surrounding cities.
Yeah... I am about the only Black person I see around the area. Seen some dark Dominicans though, and there are alot of Latinos in general... so I'm not worried about someones pent up rage over the advancements of 1964.
However supposedly someone did try to break in downstairs.
Peace & prosperity.
Sidenote:
Duke University Equestrian Team Hoping To Avoid Investigation Into Their Sex Scandal [view more]
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Let the church say 'Amen'...
(You may be seated. Turn with me in the bible of ur minds to 2nd brothers conversing about 1st sisters pictures for an ad campaign.)
BadAssBradley (10:38:23 PM): the problem w/ the african attire
Berendth (10:38:24 PM): [joke from previous part... would take too long to include]
BadAssBradley (10:38:37 PM): is that if an african sees it, they will ask "WHAT THE HELL IS ON HER HEAD!"
BadAssBradley (10:38:41 PM): right away
BadAssBradley (10:38:47 PM): right away
Berendth (10:38:49 PM): rofl
BadAssBradley (10:39:00 PM): i mean i knew that just looking at it but
BadAssBradley (10:39:07 PM): i showed my mom the pictures, and she commented on it
BadAssBradley (10:39:11 PM): and couldn't stop talking about it
Berendth (10:39:23 PM): the hair?
BadAssBradley (10:39:28 PM): like the picture showing ended there and she kept asking like "who the hell did that?"
BadAssBradley (10:39:33 PM): no the headtie
Berendth (10:39:37 PM): oh
ScrotaWhola (10:39:38 PM): a white lady did it
Berendth (10:39:44 PM): lol
BadAssBradley (10:39:44 PM): and it's just soooooooooo wrong
BadAssBradley (10:39:50 PM): that shit makes or breaks and outfit
BadAssBradley (10:40:05 PM): like u know how old black ladies are w/ thier church hats
Berendth (10:40:12 PM): TRUE
BadAssBradley (10:40:15 PM): yeh, multiply that by Africa
Berendth (10:40:20 PM): lol
BadAssBradley (10:40:27 PM): it's that serious
Yep.
(You may be seated. Turn with me in the bible of ur minds to 2nd brothers conversing about 1st sisters pictures for an ad campaign.)
BadAssBradley (10:38:23 PM): the problem w/ the african attire
Berendth (10:38:24 PM): [joke from previous part... would take too long to include]
BadAssBradley (10:38:37 PM): is that if an african sees it, they will ask "WHAT THE HELL IS ON HER HEAD!"
BadAssBradley (10:38:41 PM): right away
BadAssBradley (10:38:47 PM): right away
Berendth (10:38:49 PM): rofl
BadAssBradley (10:39:00 PM): i mean i knew that just looking at it but
BadAssBradley (10:39:07 PM): i showed my mom the pictures, and she commented on it
BadAssBradley (10:39:11 PM): and couldn't stop talking about it
Berendth (10:39:23 PM): the hair?
BadAssBradley (10:39:28 PM): like the picture showing ended there and she kept asking like "who the hell did that?"
BadAssBradley (10:39:33 PM): no the headtie
Berendth (10:39:37 PM): oh
ScrotaWhola (10:39:38 PM): a white lady did it
Berendth (10:39:44 PM): lol
BadAssBradley (10:39:44 PM): and it's just soooooooooo wrong
BadAssBradley (10:39:50 PM): that shit makes or breaks and outfit
BadAssBradley (10:40:05 PM): like u know how old black ladies are w/ thier church hats
Berendth (10:40:12 PM): TRUE
BadAssBradley (10:40:15 PM): yeh, multiply that by Africa
Berendth (10:40:20 PM): lol
BadAssBradley (10:40:27 PM): it's that serious
Yep.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
My friends are naturally great...
(We pick up this conversation clip talking about a performance we did when we were captains of the stepteam 'BlackOut' and I had to call out a step and misspoke, but stuck to my guns...and then we change subjects so i guess there was no point in catching u up...)
BadAssBradley (12:29:05 AM): u said the letter b
BadAssBradley (12:29:07 AM): the letter 6
Berendth (12:29:51 AM): the letter 6...... >:o...damnit!
BadAssBradley (12:31:10 AM): i am drinking beer cuz there is no water in the house
BadAssBradley (12:31:15 AM): and i was too lazy to go get some
BadAssBradley (12:31:20 AM): but I'm not anymore
BadAssBradley (12:31:21 AM): but i can't
BadAssBradley (12:31:25 AM): cuz i was drinkin beer
BadAssBradley (12:31:26 AM): lol
Berendth (12:31:45 AM): ROFL!
Berendth (12:31:57 AM): HAHAH!!!
WAIT... There was more...
BadAssBradley (12:33:15 AM): i didn't realize that that was funny till i wrote it
BadAssBradley (12:33:18 AM): and read it back to myself
Berendth (12:33:42 AM): haha
BadAssBradley (12:33:43 AM): my excuse: I was reeeeally thirsty
BadAssBradley (12:34:08 AM): i mean it works temporarily, but beer dehydrates you
BadAssBradley (12:34:23 AM): so this is soooo counterproductive
BadAssBradley (12:34:35 AM): unless....
BadAssBradley (12:34:53 AM): I keep drinking beer! lol
Berendth (12:35:49 AM): lol
BadAssBradley (12:36:05 AM): tha's some shit homer would say
YEP!
(We pick up this conversation clip talking about a performance we did when we were captains of the stepteam 'BlackOut' and I had to call out a step and misspoke, but stuck to my guns...and then we change subjects so i guess there was no point in catching u up...)
BadAssBradley (12:29:05 AM): u said the letter b
BadAssBradley (12:29:07 AM): the letter 6
Berendth (12:29:51 AM): the letter 6...... >:o...damnit!
BadAssBradley (12:31:10 AM): i am drinking beer cuz there is no water in the house
BadAssBradley (12:31:15 AM): and i was too lazy to go get some
BadAssBradley (12:31:20 AM): but I'm not anymore
BadAssBradley (12:31:21 AM): but i can't
BadAssBradley (12:31:25 AM): cuz i was drinkin beer
BadAssBradley (12:31:26 AM): lol
Berendth (12:31:45 AM): ROFL!
Berendth (12:31:57 AM): HAHAH!!!
WAIT... There was more...
BadAssBradley (12:33:15 AM): i didn't realize that that was funny till i wrote it
BadAssBradley (12:33:18 AM): and read it back to myself
Berendth (12:33:42 AM): haha
BadAssBradley (12:33:43 AM): my excuse: I was reeeeally thirsty
BadAssBradley (12:34:08 AM): i mean it works temporarily, but beer dehydrates you
BadAssBradley (12:34:23 AM): so this is soooo counterproductive
BadAssBradley (12:34:35 AM): unless....
BadAssBradley (12:34:53 AM): I keep drinking beer! lol
Berendth (12:35:49 AM): lol
BadAssBradley (12:36:05 AM): tha's some shit homer would say
YEP!
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