2. iTunes Music Store will either get me evicted from my apartment or convicted because of their “Special Mixes” of hip-hop albums. Who the fuck wants to hear T.I.’s Urban Legend like the batteries was low on your cassette player? I guess it is hard to yell with the barrels in ya mouth.
3. I’ve heard four songs today that all sample Jay-Z. Four songs, two videos and five that contain Biggie lyrics.
4. I’m still in grossed within my Audiobooks and after 60 chapters, The DaVinci Code just got good. But is that really Mary Magdalene sitting next to Jesus on the Last Supper?
5. So I have a Not-So-Secret crush, as soon as I hit Menards I’ll have my rape kit and shit is on. J/K
6. Since I put my business about my crush out there, I’ve been getting all these offers for trim thrown my way. I really can’t fuck that many at one time, or can I? I smell Fuck/Rent Party!!
7. I was up on HERE and I found some of my old blogs including the shit I lost when I migrated to PinchPenny. So check out the newly added archives from August 2003 to December 2003.
8. I never had to chance to thank Sinro for his album recommendation, I listen to Little Brother and Madvillian all the fucking time. BTW, are you going to Wizard World Chicago in August?
9. I have Tiger, I love Tiger and Steve Jobs could so get it right now.
10. “I’m seeking a man who can understand the real me and get past the exteriors and look into my soul.” - All this was posted under a spread-eagle ass pic on Men4Now… porn and comedy, truly a winning combination.
11. Speaking of Men4now, it was number one keyphrase that returned my site this month, and last month, and the month before that. Interesting enough, it was only listed in a comment.
12. And before I go, DONGLE is not the same as DONKEY
Yes, I laughed at this and yes, I’ll be going to Hell
I was there from the beginning, “Day of the Dumpster” with Jason, Kimberly, Billy, Trini and Zack. I was there when Tommy became the Green Ranger and handed their asses to them. I remember all the Zords, I even saw the first movie in the theater, yea I was a lame. It never occurred to me that this was probably why I didn’t laid until late in my high school years.
I continued watching Power Rangers through out middle school and into high school. Ensuring my social outcast standing. I watched the show, played the lame console gamesand got further into the mythos. At 15 years old, I had all the original 14 inch Figures and Zords. Don’t where I got the money to buy them, but know I just had them, and had them up until I moved into my apartment in June 2004.
As the show moved through its different incarnations, the budgets got bigger and writing got better. There were newer Rangers, newer Zords and newer reasons from the monster to grow big. It was until Season 6, Power Rangers: Lost Galaxy when the writers did something brilliant. They killed the Pink Ranger, unfortunately it wasn’t the annoying Kimberly who playing some other annoying, whiny bitch on WB’s Felicity.
Now the one thing that a geek loves besides pornography, a crossover. Look at how many many times Marvel and DC Comics cross over. Ultimately all crossovers suck chimpanzee nuts but we love them anyway and a good fanboy will do what he does best, geek out. And While I never got to see the Power Rangers: In Space and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover, I ‘m sure I would have went full out fanboy. I was a fan of the TMNT comics which is nothing like the bastardized cartoon that came out in the 80’s and the cartoon that’s out now is based on the comic strip.
One crossover I did see, had me geeking out for a day, remember I’m lame. On an episode of Power Rangers: Wild Force, they gathered all the red rangers. It didn’t matter that this episode completely ignores the PR continuity, it was just cool to have every red ranger from MMPR to PRWF. So I’m glad I’m sharing all this with you, and as I said plenty of times, I’m quite lame, I do watch new shows, I even TiVo them. But I don’t care what y’all think or say cuz I’m still getting mines and I get it good. So peace, and May The Power Protect You.
Have you ever met someone that was so right for you? It could be the way they smile or the way they just sit there. They don’t have to do anything and it drives you crazy. Well there’s someone who’s doing that to me and I’m complete fucked in the head for all the right reasons. But here’s the part that’s the kicker, I’m completely wrong for them. I’m the Sasser worm to their XP. He’s the reason why I can’t write or think straight, I need to stop jonesing so hard before I hurt myself.
Thanks Kid for showing me how to be passionate again.
I’m starting a coalition, a coalition against the utter bullshit that defames black people. The bullshit that has become synonymous with being BLACK in 2005. We all know that this shit is wrong yet BET and UPN has made us complacent and now this shit is out of hand. I as a black man, will no longer tolerate the coonery and porch monkey behavior displayed by my fellow black men.
This is the brief intro to the manifesto that I’m writing. Thursday I was chatting with Karsh about the incessant bullshit that we encounter from other gay, bisexual or Down Low men of color. I mean the mere assumption that I have to say “or Down Low” is a key fact that this bullshit is out of control. But I don’t want to narrow this problem to just the gay black men since it superseded by the ghetto-fabulous culture. So throughout next week as I finish my manifesto, I’ll drop little snippets of it and I’ll be seeking opinions and accepting submissions from people as well.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been having some trully interesting dreams. To my best guess, my vivid imagination takes due to my drug-induced sleep. In recent weeks since my schedule change, I’ve been take sleep aids like Excedrin PM and Nitol (not together), because I found out the hard way that I’m use to sleep in broad daylight. And trying to get to sleep when its dark is so fucking difficult. So the solution is drugs. Its a interesting affect to, int he brief moments between taking the pills and sleep, everything is so lucid and clear. This is also the time where I do the most masturbating but I digress.
Essentially there are two dreams that stick out; The first involves a rainy day on Chicago’s Lake Shore Drive near Navy Pier. But in my dream the drive curves and loops like a Hot Wheels stunt set. So I’m going on the drive in a suped up Kawasaki Ninja when my mom passes me by on a Interceptor. I yell for her to slow down, but she brakes too fast on the wet ground, skids, hits the wall, flips over and crashes right in the middle of 22nd Street. By the time I get to her, there’s nothing there but her helmet.
In the second dream, I’m back in high school but I’m not the loser wallflower nerd I was back int he late ninties. I was the big man on campus; played football, wrestled, basketball, I had the girl, I had wealth I was happy. I was walking down the main hallwall when the underclass started to bow to me, then the teachers started to do. Soon no matter where I went, people started to bow and called me “Master” and “Lord”. I tried to get away but I was corner, then all of sudden I was lifted up off the ground. I was flying, I don’t know how I was doing it but I flew away that’s when I woke up.
I think I need to lay off the chemicals for a while but its the only was I can get to sleep fast and I need to adhear to a nice schedule by the time my summer classes start.
Sorry to interrupt the bevy of post dated material that I have coming through but this was something I had to put up right away.
Some point last week, like April 9th, I was chilling at home chatting with Karsh, famining like a muh fucka. I was also up on Ya-Hoe! chatting with Way-Back to see if he would come by and cook me dinner. I knew it wasn’t happening but I thought it was cute to entertain the idea.
PhllyBred: I got some pork chops, wanna come over and cook them for me
Way-Back: I can do that…
PhllyBred: Cool cool, you can throw ‘em in a pan with some onions and peppers and it’ll be set
Way-Back: I don’t fry food, I don’t like gettin’ popped.
PhllyBred: What kinda negro are you? You don’t fry food?
Way-Back: I don’t wanna get popped
PhllyBred: I guess…
So an hour or two goes by and the hunger pains start to kick in. It must have been around 10pm when I got up and cook dinner for myself and even had some time to mix and set a bowl of Jell-O. So after digesting some pork and vegetables and episode of Iron Chef America, I was back to chatting with Karsh. So after being a no-show, Way Back calls me, asking if I was still want him to come by and cook for me. I told him that I had already cook my dinner and ate and outta the kindness in my heart, I offered my last pork chop to him since he didn’t eat. His response:
“I’ll be over after I wash my hair” I just looked at my phone, it was already going on 12 midnight and after this negro had me waiting on him while he made up his mind, now I had to wait for this nigga to have a totally organic experience, but I was trying to be nice and said I’ll wait up. So when Way-Back get there, he acts like he’s never been there before, like the 4 days he spent surfing Adam.4.Adam and Men.4.Now on my computer never happened. I fix him a plate and finish up my convo with Karsh and join him in my kitchen, eating the orange Jell-O I prepare earlier that night.He was done eating and I had enough Jell-O in my system to last me to Lord knows when, so I place the dishes in my sink and motion toward my room where I was watching TV. Way-Back never got up from the table. So I sat there in my wondering why this nigga is sitting in my kitchen, by himself and in the dark. So I get up return to the kitchen and ask why was he sitting there like that, “Shoulder shrug” and with that I went back to my HGTV and eventually dosed off. At some point around 2:30-3am I heard him talking on the phone, within minutes he announce he was leaving. Groggy and half-sleep I walked him to the door, mumbled “Bye” and locked the door behind him and went back to sleep. All of this builds up to this: an IM Way-Back sent me to tonight and the ensuing conversation:
Way-Back: You were very rude to me when I was there last
PhllyBred: if that’s what you want to believe, I was pretty much thinking the same about you
Way-Back: And that’s what you showed me
PhllyBred: show you what?
Way-Back: rudeness, You wouldn’t get off the computer chatting and then when you did you got in the bed and went to sleep
PhllyBred: don’t act like you were a stranger in my place, I fixed your plate, stood int he kitchen while you ate and motioned for you to join me in the other room where I was obviously sitauted for the night. When I asked why you were still sitting at the table you didn’t give me an answer. So I didn’t just up and leave you. I went to go watch TV in my bedroom.
Way-Back: I didn’t see you motion to do anything and I’m sure your mouth works you didn’t stand in the kitchen you went and got back on the computer because when I finished eating I got up and came in the room and watched you keep chatting away
PhllyBred: fine… I didn’t stand in the kitchen, I wasn’t there eating orange jell-o… it really doesn’t matter. If you were truly offended you would have said something. Yea I was chatting and sure I wrapped in shortly after you got there, but again it doesn’t matter. I go out my way and you complain. I didn’t have to save shit for you. I didn’t have to let you in my house, but again it doesn’t matter… at this point, you’re going on and on and I really don’t care
Way-Back: You ate the jello at your desk when you came back in the kitchen the bowl was empty
Way-Back: I thought you’d at least offer me some
At that point I stopped responding because as I told him, I don’t care. We’ve been going back and froth like this for weeks. I apparently do something wrong without really doing anything at all and I have to go through the motions of trying to be forgiven. Well fuck all that. Like Mr. Timothy says, the bullshit ends here.
Well in the past seven weeks, I realized something that probably has already impacted my little piece of webspace; I’m boring. I don’t live a grand and fabulous life, I don’t have sexapades and the highlight of my week is having some extra money to get an back issues of X-Men or a trade paperback. This is what prompted my break. It seems that everytime I try to take a break from the Blogosphere, shit happpens, and while I wasn’t looking for blog fodder, I figured that living my life without having a monitor squarely in front me was a good idea. And to correct a statement I made earlier, I wasn’t necessarily lonely, just feeling grossly disconnected from life and people. So what did I do within my week, NOT A DAYMN THING. Remember people, I’m boring. What I managed to do is get another cold, started my audiobook of DaVinci Code: The Unabridged Version (14.5 hours of literary goodness), bought a few more house plants (#61), spent money on shit I don’t need, barbecued, registered for summer and fall classes pre-order my copy of Mac OS X 10.4 codenamed “Tiger”, went to the casino & won $100 and did some sleeping and alot of dreaming which I’ll talk about later.
Last week I left a message that I guess was a little ambiguous and I had recieved several emails concerning my staement. Thus the statement I made earlier. Essentially most of the emails and comments sounded like this particular one:
From: Ablkprodigalson
I’m new to blogs so bear with me. But it seems that you are not happy. Check out my site. There is someone who loves you more than you love yourself.
Ablkprodigalson words bothered me for a few days, had me thinking if I did come off as being unhappy all the time. I pestered Karsh for awhile to see if I seemed unhappy, I’ve yet to replied back to Ablkprodigalson but I guess once I have a firm understanding on me I’ll get back to him.
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