… for Superman Returns:

Baby Daddy Drama. While it was a good comic adaption conituning from Superman II. I just don’t care about that whole archetype, well except from maybe Apollo cuz he and his boyfriend kick mad ass.

Maybe I’ll go further into the movie maybe not. My sentiments are pretty much the same as nOva’s except that the movie didn’t seem that long. But I have some personal shit to deal with.

Been doing a lot of thinking lately. Don’t worry, I haven’t hurt myself yet. But in the last week or two I’ve had a few conversations that made me realize that people dwell too much on the negative things in life and I’m a culprit of focusing on negativity myself.

This past weekend, one of my fraternity brothers came into town for a relative’s graduation. I spent a lot of time trying to get my other brothers to spend with him so I wouldn’t. Even though I find my brother to be annoying, he is still my frat and he deserved better. While I did take him out to dinner, I was rather short with him for most of the night and when he wanted to go to the Generator, I cutted the night short and went home. I Am not My Brother’s Keeper. That same night I had a talk with Drrrl about Chicago Gay Pride since it was this past weekend but more in particular previsous Windy City Black Prides and the obvisious shade being thrown by the attendees. Why is that overall purpose of WCBP (building community) is overshadowing by stank attitudes? Needless to say, the Delta Chapter of Kappa Psi Kappa Fraternity Inc. will be in attendance and either volunteering or have some type of booth at WCBP this summer.

Something else I realized this past week was the lost of several people close to me. Whether by passing or moving, I can no longer spend the time I would with them. Several folks have reveal their intentions of moving away from Chicago and I felt so devastated by it. I’m so use to having them around and when you care for people that much, when they leave it hurts because I know that things will never be the same. But I ‘m dwelling on the negativies. Instead of seeing it as an oppurtunity for my friends to better themselves or to seek a better path in life, I focus on the downside that pertain to me. EJ told that I’m allowed to be selfish with my friends, but it still doesn’t make it right.

On a positive note, I did run into several associates who I haven’t seen in awhile at Pride this year. I also got to see my little brother Tracy aka Gotti aka Tracy Escada walk runway.

My trip to Detroit was enjoyable even though it was solely for business. I had a 5 night stay at the lovely Westin Detroit, which was company paid. All my food and expenses were company paid as well, the only downside is that I didn’t have my own car (The job gave me a car, but took it back before I left). Since there were eight of us and carpooled I was stuck with 7 other people at all times. Also I had to work twelve hour shifts, twelve hours of the mudane, twelve hours of printer install, twelve hours of heavy lifting, all which left me extremely drained. The only brief moment of sanity I had was the result of not going to a Tigers game and missing out on a bad titty bar under the premise that I was going to get some sleep. I actually got no sleep that night since I ‘made use of the resources available to me.’

A lot of things happened in the six days I was in Detroit which I’m not at liberty to discuss like getting drunk with my boss’ boss, hollering at females at this bar and him spilling Patron all over me. But like I said before, the trip was enjoyable and hopefully I’ll be considered in July to be shipped off again. And hopefully I’ll have my (T&E) travel and entertainment card by then.

I hate coming into work on Mondays and fixing shit that happened Friday night. I think I need to talk to the manager and chew out Panjabi I.T. After I do that, I’ll update y’all with the rundown of my Detroit business trip and my outing to Club Vision this pass weekend.

I was just told a few hours ago that the job is shipping me to Detroit next week. At first I thought that this would be cool. A company-paid mini vacation where I could blow off time at another plant, then it sets in.

My impromtu move and the trip to South Carolina has essentially butt-raped my wallet. It litterally held my wallet down and violently forced itself on my wallet, making my checking account watch at gunpoint.

This should be an interesting series of events seeing that I don’t get paid until the 15th, the day before I come back. Anyway, let me see if this hotel has free Internet and change the location on my A4A account, get the packing.

Another meme this time swagger jacked Eulysses-Jahosaphatt.

Accent: None- some say I have this Philly/east coast accent. My response is usually “Fuck Y**!”
Booze: Vodka, usually some type of gay vodka martini.
Chore I Hate: Washing Dishes.
Dogs/Cats: None.
Essential Electronics: My powerbook and my iPod
Favorite Perfume/Cologne: I usually spray on some Axe Body Spray, VooDoo brand in particular
Gold/Silver: Au
Hometown: Mantua neighborhood, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Insomnia: I do nothing but sleep, I wish I was asleep right now.
Job Title(s): Information Technology Coordinator, Specialist, Operator. Depends on who you ask
Kids: Hundreds of Millions in clum babies.
Living Arrangements: < wailing>Aaaall by miii-self < /wailing>.
Most Admired Trait: Extreme neat and organized.
Number of Sexual Partners: Zero… two if you count my hands.
Overnight Hospital Stays: Ran into a corner and busted my head open (2), Accident at work and cracked my skull (24).
Phobia: Spiders, big hairy creepy-ass spiders.
Quote: I was gonna say that long intro V gives to Evey in ‘V for Vendetta‘ But then this wouldn’t be a ‘Lazy Friday.’
Religion: Born Muslim, raised Baptist now practicing Heathen
Siblings: Younger sister (25), Younger Brother (18)
Time I usually wake up: 3:30am
Unusual Talent: This thing I do with my tongue
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Corn… its vegatable semen in a yellow condom and your body doesn’t even digest the it
Worst Habit: I fart, A LOT
X-Rays: Teeth
Yummy Foods I Make: Spaghetti
Zodiac Sign: Virgo

My mother and I have a cool relationship where we’re pretty open with our lives. Sometimes my mom can be alittle too open as in the conversation we had at this diner this past Mother’s Day.

Mom: So you know I almost moved to Las Vegas?
Me: Why? What happened?
Mom: Carl got on my nerves last week, (Carl is her fiance, some nerdly looking white guy) We got into an arguement about how slavery still went on in the South after 1863. He said something stupid like “Black people were freed by Lincoln if they stayed slaves they’re dumb”
Me: So what happened after you knocked the shit outta him?
Mom: Oh, I didn’t hit him. I just called him an idiot, told him to look up Juneteenth and he said can’t have any pussy for awhile.
Me: Aw gross, I don’t you see me eating over here?

…Niggas can’t see me. I’ve been told that maybe if I change my content or narrow my interests, Phillybred.com can be notice, or that my site doesn’t fit into one particular niche. As if I’m the one only gay, comic book reading, straight porn addicted, Doctor Who watching, Macintosh owning, 25 going on 26 year old black man on the Internet. There’s got to be at least someone else who’s like that. I digress. But why would I want to change something that’s a part of me? This site is supposed to represent me and that’s the problem you find with most blogs. Folks are constantly trying to be something they’re not and lack substance. I’ve been doing this for too long, I don’t need to fit in that badly?

At first not having PhillyBred.com recognized anywhere use to eat away at me, now it doesn’t bother me, and in fact I’m embracing it. So fuck a 9rules.com, fuck a Six24.com, and fuck a webring.