A toast
To everyone who called, emailed, left a blog comment , text’d, twitter’d, facebook’d, myspace’d, or had the fortune to physically see my mug this past holiday season, thank you for your warm wishes, your warmer hugs, and all the love and support that made 2006 a life altering year for me.
2006 was a bipolar year. The first six months: hating my job, looking for a new job, and trying to figure out my future. The last six months: uprooting myself to a completely different city, culture, and way of life. While I will likely spend the next year still trying to figure out that whole “my future” thing, I’m on radically different path now and it feels great to finally be in a place where I can exercise all this potential I’ve been told I have since I was a tyke.
I’m not a resolutions guy, but I’ve determined that 2007 will be about earning some more green, losing a pound or two, and definitely posting on the blog some more. It’s become overgrown with moss and I want to clean it up and pay some more attention to it.
Thanks again and here’s to hoping we all have a wonderful new year!
Election ‘08 Ass-rape go!
Warren Ellis is 100% right. The only way to categorize the 2008 Presidential Election is as “Fuckup 2008”.
It should be way to early, but speculation, rumor, and all of the giddiness over Election 2006 have somehow convinced people that we are ready for President Barack Obama or President Hilary Clinton.
First of all, I’m a democrat and I don’t want to vote for either of these people. Hilary has this whole “for the children” censorship streak in her. Obama is a junior senator suffering from an inflated ego due to, as Chris Rock would put it, “he-speaks-so-well-syndrome”. Of course he speaks well. He went to Harvard-fucking-Law. One speech does not a president make.
Neither will win the general. I’m sorry. We are just not there yet as a nation. Hilary will never win Michigan, arguably one of the most important states in the general election. And if she can’t win Michigan, there is no way she can win Ohio. And Barack Obama is black- light-skinned at that, removing any guarantee that even all black folk would vote for him. With these two as the candidate, the election isn’t about issues, its about color or gender, and I don’t believe this nation is up for facing the problems we have in those areas. When it does go down, I want to be a part of that discussion. But the next presidential election is not the time.
So, let’s take some deep breaths. Grab our ankles, and gently tug our heads out from our fucking assholes.
I really loved those pants
I’m really sick and tired of hearing what all of these rich people get to do. OU is in a well off area of metro Detroit, and much of the student body comes from that well-off background. Hearing about Europe trips, and NY trips, and LA trips just makes me incredibly jealous. I just can’t help but feel that no matter how many times I play, my cards will never be any better than two pair, Queen high.
I’m jealous of the clothes, the cars, the experiences, the ignorance, the attitude…they seem to just not care, or not know the privileges they earned by being born.
And I’ve been trying not to judge… trying to stay open-minded. But every time I meet someone interesting, someone that seems to have the same kind of mind, anecdotes about France or that friend with the boob-job or ‘my mom/dad bought me this/that’ pop out and it ruins it. I get that wave of green that screams that I’ll always be on the outside looking in. So I ridicule them, and talk shit about them in my mind because maybe for a moment I can persuade myself I’m better because of the reasons I haven’t had their experiences. It’s like I’m still the kid in imitation “Sikdz” (MC Hammer like pants) wearing them on the school bus, feeling proud of myself and feeling like today, yes, today is the day sixth grade Jason gets a nod or handshake or invite or girlfriend… only to have Mandy graves tell me how the pants went out like, two weeks ago.
Well sorry Mandy, my birthday wasn’t two weeks ago. Can’t a brutha get an “A” for effort?
The one thing I have to lord over them, a satisfyingly rich and powerful relationship with an amazingly talented and beautiful woman, doesn’t count for anything because it seems lasting emotional and spiritual relationships built on friendship and trust and respect are not valued in their world of trying to one up each other with belt notches and “I left my panties as a memento” stories.
That bad-ass Indian should be next
Jesse Ventura, Arnold, and now Sonny Landham for Governor of whatever state. Really though, good luck to Arnold because that state is a mess. But truthfully, I couldn’t really care. I’m from Michigan.
More proof of my genius
NBC.com > Saturday Night Live > Episode Guide
As you can see from the above post, SNL stole my joke. I’ve been bamboozled. I didn’t take the bait of “the black guy from Predator” because that was too easy. In short, I’m hilarious and everyone is stealing my jokes.
Good game
Major League Baseball : Postseason : League Championship Series
Its almost midnight, and the game continues.
I hope it never ends.
BTW: Everyone needs to try the Windows version of iTunes. AWESOME!
It didn’t suck but…
Kill Bill…not exactly what I expected. I was really disappointed. I heard plenty of hoots and hollers about Kill Bill’s excellence, and I find myself wanting to hoot and holler about its suckage. A “B” movie at best, and not in a good way. There is a reason why no one makes live action anime.
Underworld
I know it’s gotten crap reviews, bit I really dug this movie. As an unfulfilled closet Goth, it spoke to the inner pissed preteen that always wanted to be a werewolf.
Yeah, a werewolf.
I was rooting for the lycans in this movie because Vampires are dumb.
Yeah, dumb.
Euro-trash. Bourgeois. Too pale. Ego. I don’t know what the reason but I can’t dig on vamps. Similarly, I can’t figure out why I do dig on werewolves. I’m not an exceptional dog-lover or outdoors-man, so it isn’t some deep-rooted desire to pee on stuff.
In fact, it was a werewolf movie (An American Werewolf in London) that turned me off horror flicks forever.
It could have used some more hand to hand, but I imagine that that costs more money then people capping blanks at one another.
I’m reading the book version so I’ll drop how that turns out.
A rant of political ideas
I’m turning this essay in tomorrow for my comparative politics course. The professor wanted to know our political beliefs.
Values, ideologies, beliefs, mores, and prejudices. No political scientist should leave home without them. They represent the opinions, experiences, and criticisms that people have learned, taught, and created for themselves. Each word can carry a thousand different snapshots in time where a person understood something for a moment. A moment where all the confusion, ignorance, and fear were swept away and all that remained were simply truths, or at the very least perceived truths. For the purpose of organization, label these values, ideologies, beliefs, mores and prejudices into categories. It is doubtful, however, that any one person can fit all of their snapshots into the categories. That is why this paper isn’t titled “Tuesdays with Clinton” or “What Would Bill O’Reilly Do”. I have too many pictures.
Although, the left box is much fuller than the right box.
My lean towards the left side of politics comes from being a middle class kid with working class parents. They weren’t active in politics or even aware of politics, but the TV always stayed on the channel longer if a Kennedy was on the screen. When I was younger, being a democrat, or on the left was much easier. It was all about helping people. These people are poor and need money, and if other people were saying we shouldn’t give it to them, they seemed cruel and mean. The first thing taught in kindergarten is the ability to share. As age and education start to grow, the ability to back-up those impulses to help people become harder. Not everyone deserves help in everyone eyes. That’s when the arguments start and you realize that you have much to learn. Too much to learn.
“What have you learned so far?” is what you’re asking me.
I’ve learned that white people are still very afraid of black people. I’ve learned that the separation of church and state will be a constant battle. Ditto for abortion. I’ve learned that feminism has many different meanings, from bra burning, to achieving untold success in a man’s world, and somehow, feminism can mean flashing breasts for beads at a festival. I’ve learned that even the victims of genocide are willing to burn books.
I don’t believe in being color-blind. When a person is color blind, they can still see the world, just skewed a little. Racism is still here. The past forty years on non-legislated segregation is just a drop in the bucket compared to centuries of violence and intolerance. White people seem to think that just because the drinking fountains are open to everyone that that somehow erases generations of pain and angst. Black folk have taken their labels and used them to empower themselves, and now they just want a fair shot, and for some unimaginable reason that scares the hell out of white people. White people claim to believe in an American Dream, or a melting pot. Nevertheless, every time a minority gets a step forward, there is cadre of white people there trying to knock them back a few steps. They use bibles against homosexuals. They use the “not my ancestors” excuse. They use acts of government to watch them attend their mosque. They use “research” to make women feel guilty about becoming professionals and not staying at home to raise babies. They use racial profiling. They use words like abomination, will of god, and “for the children” to try to keep their piles of money and land safe.
One of the smaller tragedies of 9/11 is that my generation is longer referred to as the first in U.S. history that may do worse financially than its parents. We are now the 9/11 generation. The “Shock and Awe” generation. The War Against Terrorism generation. Does my upcoming bachelor’s degree mean anymore than a diploma these days? Does anyone realize that I have been socialized to go to college to get a “good job” instead of actually learning? The distance between rich and poor may only be the length across a mile road, but it also plunges far much deeper. My planet is dying, hormones in milk are making my daughter develop and become sexualized to early, the average life span for black makes is 25, Lieberman is trying to censor my videogames, my friends lost their financial aid because they got caught smoking pot, I’m overweight, TV tells me I’m not pretty enough, my grandmother can’t marry her girlfriend, you can’t smoke in New York, if I type the word “bomb” three federal agents get phone calls, there is an actual need for a gay high school, courts are deciding elections… and I am being told to watch out for suspicious looking brown men.
I’ve learned that the face men aren’t important. That guy kissing babies trying to get me to think of the good ‘ol days? He means nothing. It’s the guy behind the guy that you have to either worry about or believe in, and I guess that’s why I’m a political science major. I don’t have grandiose visions of changing the world. I think people that tell me that the hippies stopped Vietnam are still hitting the pipe to hard, but I do think that if I can believe that what I am doing is right, I can bring myself to terms with all of these problems I have with government and the state of our world. I have difficulty calling myself left these days because of the way the right has been so successful at spinning liberal into a bad word. Nevertheless, being a part of this lost generation does give a push to quantify and organize myself into the labels of my parents, my grandparents, and my grandparents’ parents. I’m just not ready to yet. I think like most Americans I am looking for a third answer.
Emocrap
Late on night, I was watching a show on Tech TV, and I saw the creator of the site above participate in a very lame contest. She won the contest, so I felt I owed her the respect to visit the site, and it was a pretty lame, except for this one section where users could upload stories, and have them rated by others. I have since uploaded stories and there is a small problem.
No one will rate them.
Does that mean it is exceptionally bad? Or is everyone just as lazy as I am? You decide…
Majorly
I’ve decided to stick with PS as my major, but the decision is driving me nuts…
Typed
Before my rant, here is a quick update.
1. B-52’s sucked. SUCKED! Sound was off, they played crap, and the crowd had to give an encore for ‘Rock Lobster’. What the fuck is that?
2. Work is still kicking my ass, in the emotional way. A coworker got transferred, and all of a sudden I’m a backstabber. I’ve been called such before, but in this situation I did nothing. I wash cars! I have nothing to do with anything except doing what I am told, and the only thing I am ever told is to WASH FUCKING CARS!
3. Got a great new haircut!
Okay now the rant.
I am not Shannon’s type. She says I’m wrong (actually she says she doesn’t have a type, but, whatever…details) but I am right. The proof lies in a few simple facts.
1. Shannon was/is Punk. I am not, or ever was punk. I have been Geek as long as I can remember. (actually Geek bordering on Loser, but, whatever…details)
2. Everyone has their hollywood types that they crush on. I have nothing in common with any of her hollywood crushes. Johnny Depp? Eddie Vedder? Angelina Jolie? HA! I’m more of a John Godman looking mutha fucka, knaamean? And I cetainitly don’t have that cool, detached vacency in my eyes like those cats. I am very attached.
3. The clincher happened last night while watching the Beverly Hills 90210 Reunion special (and no we did not and will not watch “The O.C.”). You know how everyone either liked Brandon or Dylan, but nobody liked Steve? While I dropped the question, Brandon or Dylan.
She said Dylan.
AH-HAH!
She has a type that I just don’t fit into. Granted its a type that hearkens back to her early teenage years, but thems is some formative years, and some of those crushes ain’t dead. So I’m in a constant search for what exactly it was that drew her to me. I am comfortable with the fact that we are soul mates, one of those sick couples that die within days of one another of a broken heart, but I still wish there was a more physical reason for her being drawn to me. She claims the cute butt, but as a man I am incapable of understanding the female love for man’s butt.
Shannon, I don’t care that I’m not your type, but the above questions and comments are all products of an overweight child’s dementia.
