| The Admiral... |
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YAY...our new roomate David Robinson is supposed to be moving in this afternoon. YAY!!!!!
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| A hair raising adventure... |
[30 Jul 2007|02:44pm] |
Last week I decided it was time to get my hair done, but also decided that it was time for me to get a new style for moving to Goose Creek. So I called up my stylist and told her what I was thinking about, and she said she could hook me up. The next day I go to the shop with my full blown Mufasa mane, and like 4 or 5 stylist crowded around me to see what I was getting done to my hair. It's kinda ironic that hair stylist are actually SURPRISED to see someone with REAL hair. Anyhow, my stylist starts working on me and was telling all her co-worker how she was doing my hair. She worked on me for about an hour and a half, but I was facing away from the mirror so I couldn't tell what she was doing. After she finished I had to sit under the dryer for about 30 minutes(I don't know how you ladies do it...it was so damn hot that I could hardly stand it!). And after about two hours worth of work I FINALLY got a chance to look at my new hairstyle, and I was shocked to realized that I was the proud owner of a GHERI CURL!!! I wish I could have seen the look on my face...it was literally SHOCKED at what was on my head. I looked like a west coast rapper from 1990. I'd just set my personal record for "most money I'd ever paid for a hairdo"...and I hated it.
On the way home I kept looking in the mirror and TRYING to talk myself into thinking that it was a "good" hairdo. At one point I was ALMOST ready to accept it...but then I realized that I had to have that hairdo for TWO MONTHS before it would settle the way that I wanted it to. I got home and my mom and my sister looked at me in horror, with such comments as "What did you do to your hair?!?!" and "You look like a 12 year old girl...". I practiced some trombone for about an hour or so, and decided to take a nap to settle down a bit. But the thing was, I couldn't put my head on the pillow because of my damn gherri curl. I had to sleep with my head in my hands starring down at the pillow. I tried to sleep but I couldn't, I was SERIOUSLY bothered about my new hairstyle. It was so bad that at one time I thought about going to the barber the next day and cutting it all off...but then I was hit with a righteous epiphany; I can't cut my hair, I can't let my beautiful kinky locks go out with a gherri curl! I thought of all those ladies in the shop that I'd met over the past year telling me how nice my hair was while they were getting weaves...and at that moment I decided to FIGHT, but not for me...but for those ladies. I had to fight for those people who aren't able to grow 14 inches of black gold. On my head was the hair of the people...and that gherri curl had to GO!
So 3 hours after getting my hair done, I was in the bathroom taking it apart curl by curl in a race against time. I could feel my hair starting to stick together and was frantically pulling it apart. It felt like I was running my hands through a bowl of honey. I jumped in the shower only to realize that I'd used all of the shampoo earlier that morning when I'd washed my hair. I asked my sister and my mom if they had any, and the only thing they had was ONE 2oz. bottle of hotel shampoo that they'd "collected". I poured bottle in my hair and started to scrub. I'm a big kid, and for some reason I'm terrified of getting soap/shampoo in my eyes...but this was a life or death situation, and my eyes were just going to have to take one for the team today. To make up for my lack of shampoo, I then used 27 times more conditioner than I should have and successfully turned myself into the Head and Shoulders version of the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man...
After about an hour of work, I was FINALLY back at square one...I'd gone to the land of gherri curl and back before the madness had a chance to set in.
Feeling releived that I'd saved my afro puff, I searched the phone book for a new stylist(I couldn't go back to my usual one because she seemed soooooo proud of what she did to my hair). I really didn't know who was better or worse and just went with whoever could fit me in the soonest. I wound up scheduling an appointment for the next day.
Fast Forward to 3:00 the next day, and I arrive at my appointment with my new stylist. I tell her what I'm looking for, and what I'm NOT looking for. She had a picture on her wall, so it was easy for me to say "I want somethng like THAT!". Well, it took her like 3 hours to give me my new style...and when I saw it I wasn't disappointed. I mean, it wasn't TOTALLY what I wanted, but I wasn't disappointed. So only a day after setting my personal record for most money spent on a hairdo...I broke it.
I've had the style for a week now, and sometimes it grows on me but sometimes I feel a little iffy about it...but overall it's pretty good. It's a transitional hairstyle so it has to mature and settle and whatnot...so I don't know how it'll turn out in the end, but right now it looks like it's going in the right direction. I'll probaly go in this weekend for some maintenance and got FINALLY get rid of my wolfman beard I've been growing all summer. I don't think I've FULLY commited to the style, so I have another month or two to change my mind...but I'll see how it turns out.
I think it's kinda weird, I look like a mix between the _________ , ___ ____, and _________ ____________. Now if I somehow stumble across an invisible cloaking device, fight Arnold in a jungle or Danny Glover in an urban city, join a church choir, and revolutionize Atlanta's music scene with the help of my friends from the eastern side of town...then that'd be kinda eerie...
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[24 Jul 2007|01:09pm] |
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I watched Stomp The Yard the other night and it wasn't too bad. I think it made me regret not joining a black social frat at USC. Back in the day I was too busy being an Uncle Tom to even consider it, but now I REALLY wish I had. Anyhow, the movie has the EXACT same plot of Drumline, just replace the marching band with a step team. I would that that SOMEWHERE during production someone would have said, "Ya' know...this movie is EXACTLY the same as Drumline!". They even have the contest at the end that ends in a lame tie...blah blah blah, you can guess what happens.
It was funny because during the movies all the actors were all hardcore and I almost got a vibe that they could actually be members of a frat...that was until I saw the special features on the DVD and found out that in reality all those hardcore frat guys were EXTREMELY effeminate. They were all proffessional dancers rambling on about choreography and whatnot in their girly softspoken voices...yeah, it was "interesting". but they must be really good actors because they had my completely fooled during the movie...
I'm still yet to stumble upon the underground world of inner-city highly choreographed dance battles...yet they keep making movies about it like it's some kind of epedemic.
On a somewhat lighter note, since the cable went out in my bedroom at the beginning of the summer I've been watching the same TWO movies over and over again; The 40 Year old Virgin and Employee of the Month. I can watch the 40 Year Old Virgin(aka 19 year old Gordon, it's pretty eerie actually!!!)a million times and laugh every time...but EotM, ehhh...not so much. I watched it last night the with Dane Cook's and the directors commentary on, and it was funny because they were talking about the movie and laughing like it was 7 times funnier than it actually was. They'd talk about how funny a scene was and home much of comedic geniuses all the actors were...but in reality, it just wasn't that funny at all, in fact it was kinda lame...and that ironically made the commentary 7 times funnier than the actual movie.
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THE REVENGE OF DRAGO
With Barry Bonds on the verge of breaking Hank Aaron's all-time home run record, the true story can finally be told.
On July 20, 1976, California Angels right-hander Dick Drago surrenders the 755th and final home run of Hank Aaron's career. Dick Arndt, a member of the Brewers grounds crew, retrieved the ball and attemped to return it to Aaron. However, Arndt is reportedly told he can't return it personally. So he takes the ball home with him. He's fired the next day and $5 is deducted off his final paycheck.
The treatment of Arndt infuriates Drago, who develops an immense hatred for the Brewers and owner Bud Selig. He vows that the Brewers will never win the World Series and that 755 will someday haunt Selig.
Drago approaches the Bonds family with a proposition: Let me train young Barry, he said, and I promise to make him the greatest home run hitter who ever lived. Skeptical, Barry and his dad Bobby demurred. That's when Drago brought in his ace in the hole: his 6-5, 240-pound Russian stepson Ivan. The Bondses marveled at the hulk standing in front of them. There stood the most feared, dominating boxer ever to emerge from behind the Iron Curtain. The senior Drago detailed the vigorous training methods Ivan had gone through his whole life to arrive at this point. Barry becomes a star pupil.
As Bonds' career progresses, his home runs become the stuff of legend. When Bonds socked his 71st homer in 2001, he broke Mark McGwire's record. But Drago wanted more for his disciple. He wanted a shot at Aaron.
Over the next few years, Bonds continued to swat homers at a monstrous rate. Heading into this season, he needed only 22 to break the record. Right out of the gate, he started crushing balls out of the park. At the same time, the Brewers raced to a big lead in the NL Central. Bonds looked poised to break the record by late June, while the Brewers looked ready to return to the playoffs for the first time in 25 years. Above the fray, Selig said he had no plans to attend Bonds' record-breaking game.
The wheels were now in motion. Drago instructed Bonds to go into a huge slump, then fake an injury -- casting his home run chase into doubt. Meanwhile, Drago watched giddily as the Chicago Cubs caught fire, chopping the Brewers' lead to 3.5 games. Thursday, Drago ordered Bonds to return to the lineup and hit two homers -- which Barry did, reaching 753 while still allowing the Cubs to pull out an extra-inning victory.
Now, we're arrived at the precipice. The Giants open a three-game series in Milwaukee, home of the Brewers and Bud Selig, sworn enemy of both Bonds and Drago. With three swings of the bat, Bonds could break Aaron's record, bring the Brewers closer to blowing their first shot at the playoffs in 25 years, and fulfill all of his master's wishes for revenge.
DRRRAAAAAGGGGGGGOOOOOO!!!!!!
--Jonah Keri
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| Biggie Smalls |
[20 Jul 2007|03:29pm] |
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Have you ever found out little trivial pieces of information, and for some reason it eats at you even though it's kinda pointless.
Well, I was bored at work and was trying to waste some time, so I decided to look around MySpace and see if I can find any more people that I knew. So I was looking through Karen's friends(since I figure we know alot of the same people), and I came across someone odd. This guy named Jackel Smalls. Now, I've never met the guy(actually I think I have*), but I've heard of him. Back in the day I'd occasionally check the bandlink.org site to see if any of the younger Spring Valley guys made all-state or anything, and I remember seeing his name. I remember it well because he was from Goose Creek high school, and I'd been hanging out with a bunch of GC alums(Garga, Gavin, Thomas Paterninni, and Francis Sinuat)and thinking "Man, Goose Creek turns out all-state tuba/euphonium players like Lugoff Elgin churns out trombonist".
And of course I didn't think much about it until today...when I saw him on Karen's friend's list. All of a sudden I had this REALLY bad sinking feeling in my stomach because I was thinking "Ya' know, for YEARS I've been telling Karen how good of a euphonium player I was. I've been taking her to my concerts and trying to impress her and whatnot...but since she knows Jackel I bet all along she's been thinking 'Ehhhh...he's alright, but he's not better than Jackel. He'd kick his ass...and come to think about it, not only is he a better euphonium player than Gordon but he's cuter too!!!!'" I dunno, it just made me feel kinda stupid that I've been making a big deal about it for so long like it was special...
Of course I was nosey, so I googled him and it only got worse when I found out he was actually BETTER than the guys who were already substantially better than me(Andrew Kilgore and Sam LoBue). Mother Fucker. I found out he'd gotten all kinds of scholarships and was a euphonium major in college. I guess it's be like a girl getting all dressed up and showing off to her man thinking that she's looking good...but then she realizes that her dude went to high school with Mrs.South Carolina(which I did). I mean, he's a proffesional euphonist and has devoted YEARS of practice and study to aquire virtuoso skill for that to be his profession...while I've devoted like two hours a week to aquire moderately above average skill for it to be a hobby; and I shouldn't compare or expect to be better than him...but of course I still do. I guess it's the same if a girl works out a few hours a week, she shouldn't expect to be on the same level as a professional model, but in a way she's still going to compare herself. I guess one of the deeper issues is that I've been practicing a good bit more than normal so that when I move down there I can make a name for myself as a GOOD player. But I think I realized that there are better players than me down there already...so it's going to be more of the same, and I'm going to have to continue taking it on the chin like some kind of musical understudy. I can't stand feeling like I'm just good enough to get in the league but I have to ride the bench while the starters are actually playing and getting acknowledged. That's some frustrating stuff...
Ehhhh...the plot thickens.
*I think he came to one of the USC summer music camps one of the years that I was a councelor.
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| Wheelie... |
[20 Jul 2007|03:10pm] |
There's a guy at work that I joke around with about being a Clemson fan. He's a cool guy and pretty fun to talk to...but he's in a wheelchair. That's cool and whatnot, I don't even notice because we're usually going back and forth in conversation. But something interesting happened the other day; I was talking to Valerie, one of the ladies at work who I talk with about basketball and whatnot, and we were talking about Grant Hill or something and o'dude rolls up and joins the conversation. Then he said "yeah, I always wished I could dunk..." and that wasn't weird for him to say being in a wheelchair and all, so that's what I thought he meant. Then he said, "Yeah, I was 6'2'' and never could get that damn rim!". I tried my hardest not to give a confused look...but I think I did a bad job. It took a moment to realized that he was referring to before he was in the wheelchair, I dunno I just assumed he couldn't walk since he was young so it threw me off a little bit. I was tempted to ask him what happened, but figure he might be a little sensitive about it, so I simply replied "Yeah, me too..."
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| Karma... |
[20 Jul 2007|02:54pm] |
Since I'm moving in a month I'm trying to be on my best behavior and do the right thing as much as possible to avoid any bad luck...and so far it seems to have worked. Everyday after work I just go home and stay there so that nothing execpted happens and throws me off.
I went to Subway today for lunch and gave the cashier a $20 bill for like a $9 tab...and she gave me 2 $10.00 bills back as change. Without hesitation I gave her the extra money back because I KNEW if I would have taken that extra $10 it would have all been downhill from there.
I dunno, I think I'm just overly paranoid these days of something going wrong and throwing off my plans...because you know that shit never breaks unless you're looking forward to something.
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[13 Jul 2007|09:00am] |
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There are some people who still can't figure out how to properly use the e-mail system at work. Instead of sending of sending an e-mail to ONE person or just to the people in their area, they click on DHEC_ALL which of course sends it to EVERY DHEC employee statewide. Usually it's a pointless e-mail, but some are pretty funny...like the one I got this morning from a lady in Anderson:
"Cindy is still in the hospital for testing to determine the cause of vomiting and diarrhea. She asked for our prayers. Room # 434."
Comedy Gold.
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| My Counter Argument... |
[12 Jul 2007|08:45pm] |
This was an interesting letter that I recieved, and I thought that I would share it with you...and present a counter argument:
You call me, "redneck" ,"hillbilly", "slaker" , "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey", "Gringo"and you think it's OK.
...But when I call you coon, jiggaboo, toad, sand nigger, rag head ,Towelhead, WOP, Camel Jockey, Gook, nigger, moon cricket or Chink you call me a racist. (Ummm, ok...to make this as SIMPLE as possible, if you refer to people as niggers, gooks, chinks, etc...then YES, you DEFINATELY are a racist.)
-You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live? (So you're implying that all black people live in the ghetto. There definately is a deeper socio-economic problem with black-on-black crime...but I wonder if things would have been different if black people were given equal rights from the start.)
-You have the United Negro College Fund. (...and exactly what percentage of awarded scholarships does the UNCF make up? Those are qualified students who are deserving of a college education.)
-You have Martin Luther King Day. (If there was a civil rights leader that helped get equal rights for white people after 200 years of salvary and decades of being treated as second class citizens...then go ahead and take give him a holiday too and take the day off of work. But you know what is the "equivalent of MLK Day in South Carolina...Confederate Memorial Day!!!)
-You have Black History Month. (Black History MONTH?!?! Ummm...last time I checked there are 12 months in a year. So if you're so jealous of Black History Month, lets trade February for the other 11/12ths of the year...that sounds fair right? Right?!?! Black History isn't a twelvth as important as any other part of American History...but "some people" think that it's not even worthy of that 8.33% of the year.)
-You have Cesar Chavez Day. (Ok, ok...you win, you want a holiday for a white civil rights leader, July 13 shall hereby be known as Nathan Beford Forrest Day. Stay home, have a picnic, shoots some fireworks...)
-You have Yom Hashoah. (Now you're just getting ridiculous...Holocaust Rembrance Day?!?!?! And it's only a holiday in ISRAEL!!! When did the genocidial murders of six million white people occur? I dunno, I'm not the smartest guy so I might have missed it. When there have been the mass deaths of tons of white people...it's been by OTHER white people. And I'm pretty sure they have a holiday for it over there.)
-You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi (Ok...this is a holiday for the celebration of birthday of the prophet Muhammad. If ONLY we had an equivalent holiday for an equivalent Christian figure. We could call it ChristDay or something. Nah...we'd never get a holiday like that.)
-You have the NAACP(The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. The NAACP only exsist to try to acheive racial equality. It will be a joyous day when there won't be a need for the NAACP...but trust me, RIGHT NOW none of the NAACP employees are in danger of loosing their jobs. Black people have the NAACP, but white people forget that they also have an advocacy group working for them, it's called the United States Government. *zing!*...once again, wanna trade?!?!)
-You have BET (Yes, you are correct. Black people do have Black Entertainment Television...)
-If we had WET(white entertainment television) ...we'd be racist. (This is a continuation of the last idea; Black people have BET, and if white people want to consolidate the 400 or so channels devoted to WHITE ENTERTAINMENT into ONE CHANNEL, then that programing space is going to be at a premium. I have over 400 channels through Time Warner Cable, and ONE of them is catered towards Black people(ok, two...BET Jazz) You know, they currently add more gay characters than black characters on television shows today.
-If we had a White Pride Day... you would call us racist. (First of all, there ISN'T a Black Pride Day...now you're just making stuff up. I don't know about you, but when I hear the phrase "White Pride" it makes me think of Neo-Nazi's. Anyhow, it's cool to have pride in your heritage. Be proud of the individual that you are...but if you're the VAST MAJORITY( 74.67% in the United States), do you REALLY need a holiday to rub it in? Do you REALLY need a holiday to celebrate the accomplishments of a collected group of people who've "conquered the world" numerous times? And once again, if you break up the collected heritages that fall under the umbrella of "white people", you'll find that each of those heritages and cultures take the same pride in celebrating their accomplishments that everyone else does. EVERYBODY is free to celebrate their heritage, just don't do it at the expense of others.)
-If we had white history month... we'd be racist. (Actually if you had White History MONTH you'd be pissed. Once again, I'll trade you February for the other 11/12ths of the YEAR (that's 92.32% ). And if we'd give out "Months of History" based on the proportion of the population, we'd have a month and a half of Black History, about two months of Hispanic/Latino History, about a month and a half of "Every Other Ethnicity in the Country" History, and the other SEVEN months would be devoted to White History. So don't complain, you only have to indure ONE ethnic month now, because when you're spending April and May celebrating Hispanic Heritage you'll look back on these times with fond memories.)
-If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives... we'd be racist. (You had a two hundred year head start, and STILL have the goverment in your corner. If you aren't about to "advance" your lives with that advantage then there just no hope...)
-If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships...you know we'd be racist. (I'm going to go out on a limb here...but who do you think gets the MAJORITY of scholarships?)
-In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights...you would call us racist. (When exactly did white people LOOSE their rights? 3/5ths, Jim Crow, sufferage, etc. If there is some right that white people DON'T already have, then feel free to march for your right to stop oppresive injustices that are impossed on white people. I think the Ku Klux Klan are the only white people who are aware of such injustices because they certainly do like marching.)
-Did you know that some high school students decided to make a club for only the white students because the other ethnicities had them... they all got sent to court for being racist but the african-american, Latino, and Asia clubs were not even questioned. (If you constitute the MAJORITY, then why exactly do you need an exclusive group? The only purpose a "White's Only" group would serve would be to further distance themselves from the other ethnities.)
-You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists. (One again...the phrase "White Pride" just sounds oppresive. Once again, if you're the VAST MAJORITY when you come together under the flag of "White Pride" it does becoming intimidating to ethnic groups that have a fraction of your numbers. And these days the silent majority is still heard MUCH louder than the vocal minority)
I am white.
I am proud.
But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
Now watch, I'll be a racist for posting this
So what? no one will re post this for fear of being called racist
In conclusion, the entire tone of the letter was like a wealthy person complaining that they aren't elligible for welfare. You should be glad to be in that position, and not jealous of the others who are striving to be at the level that you are already on. In every proffesional sports league the teams with the worst records are awarded the most leverage; and having only been in the same league since the late 1960's Black People could be considered an expansion team. Its an uphill climb to become competitive...especially when the 300-time league champion is complianing because they aren't getting the best draft picks.
I know sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself, so I was wondering WHAT DO YOU THINK? Do you think I'm off base and the letter was on point, or do you agree with my position...?
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I saw the movie "Alpha Dog" last night, and I guess it was supposed to be one of those movies that is disturbing...but it isn't, it's just LAME. The thing about the movie that COMPLETELY pissed me off was how it was supposed to be set in 1999, but it was like they didn't even TRY to use stuff from that time. Everytime I saw someone playing an X-Box, driving a Yukon Delani, driving cars on 24'' rims, watching a flat screen plasma, or any number of things that WERE NOT AVAILABLE IN 1999 I got so frustrated that I couldn't pay attention to the movie.
You know how sometimes you watch a movie that so raw and edgy that it disturbs you so much you can't sleep well that night. You have thoughts like, "Wow, I didn't know that kind of stuff was going on in society...". For me, this movie just didn't do anything. Neo-Nazi's...ehhhh. Drug dealers...ehhhhh. Strung out people on drugs...ehhhh. It just didn't seem like it was a slice of life, but it was more like a cardboard cut-out strategically placed.
Another thing that made the movie seem ridiculous was how all these drug dealing gangsters living in mansions, driving nice cars, and having wealthy parents would talk about money. EVERYTHING just seemed to be ridiculously CHEAP. "If you kill the kid...I'll give you $2,500."...TWO THOUSAND AND FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS?!?!?!?! I wouldn't kill someone for $2,500...hell, I probaly wouldn't do ANYTHING for $2,500. If you're a wealthy drug dealer making big deals, all you're going to pay someone is $2,500?!!?!?!?! People talk like they're in SERIOUS debt to someone...and they owe them $800 or $1200 dollars. HUH? Sell a TV, give two pints of blood, and rob an old lady and there ya' go...problem solved! I guess it was a script error and they just left off the extra zeros on all the dollar amounts.
I just thought it was an all around LAME movie...just my humble, yet accurate, opinion.
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A LETTER TO
OPTIMUS PRIME
FROM HIS GEICO
AUTO INSURANCE
AGENT.- - - - Dear Mr. Prime, We have received your accident-claim reports for the month of June—they total 27. I regret to inform you that GEICO will not be able to reimburse you for any of those repairs. I feel that I have sent the same letter to you once a month for the last six months, and I am now sending it again. Since becoming a GEICO customer in January of this year, you have reported 131 accidents, requesting reimbursement for repairs necessitated by each one. You have claimed not to be responsible in any of them, usually listing the cause of the accident as either "Sneak attack by Decepticons" or "Unavoidable damage caused by protecting freedom for all sentient beings." The only repairs for which you were reimbursed were the replacement of a cracked fender and a headlight, required after a Mr. I. Ron Hide backed his van into your truck; these cost $1,286.63. Our own investigation concluded that you were not at fault and that Mr. Hide had been drinking prior to the accident. Though police were unable to test his blood-alcohol level—Mr. Hide claimed that it would be impossible for police to examine his blood-alcohol content with a Breathalyzer, because he "doesn't breathe"—under Washington-state law, refusal to take a Breathalyzer test is equivalent to returning a result above the legal level. But, I repeat, those were the only repairs for which you have been reimbursed, and it was a very minor accident in comparison to your other claims. I mention a few to illustrate the larger trend: - $379,431.34 requested reimbursement for repairs to your truck cabin. You claimed the damage was caused by attacking fighter jets.
- $665,789.11 requested reimbursement for repairs to your trailer. You claimed the damage was caused by a giant mechanical scorpion, which I can only assume is some amusement-park ride, although I question the wisdom of bringing your mobile home so close to such dangerous equipment.
- $6,564,239.44 requested reimbursement for repairs to a truck part called the "Autobot Matrix of Leadership." You stated this occurred in "an ultimate confrontation between good and evil," with a Ms. Meg Atron and a Mr. U. Nicron causing the damage in question. Mr. Prime, I have checked every known car- and truck-part catalog published in the United States and have found nothing even resembling that part, never mind any part so expensive. Whatever disagreements you had with Ms. Atron and Mr. Nicron, I suggest that next time you either settle things peaceably or leave your Autobot Matrix of Leadership at home so it doesn't break. GEICO does not cover Autobot Matrix of Leaderships.
And the list goes on. Mr. Prime, I am going to remind you again: Your policy with GEICO only reimburses you for accidents that occur while you are engaged in the reasonable use of your truck and trailer. As I told you when you originally purchased the policy, GEICO does not offer Megatron coverage, Starscream coverage, Soundwave coverage, Decepticon coverage, or Energon-blast coverage. Those are just not the types of damages we would expect from reasonable use. To sum up, GEICO has been unable to reimburse you for any repairs, but due to the high number of accidents you have been a party to this month, combined with the many accidents you have had in the preceding five months, your premium has increased to $235,567.50 per month. While that may seem like a lot, I remind you that it is a savings of $137 over Progressive and $98 over State Farm. Please have your check into our main office by the end of July. Regards, Simon Furman
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I've listened to "Still Fly" by the Big Tymers like 7 times in a row because people keep coming and interupting me and I'm absolutely DETERMINED to listen to the damn song!!!
"...four 15's didn't see no wires, then I heard BOOM from the amplifiers!"
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[10 Jul 2007|04:30pm] |
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"GIANT FUCKING ROBOTS...so fuck Harry Potter!"
The review written by Gordon Muldrow will appear in the July 13th issue of Entertainment Weekly.
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Ok, I saw this and the FIRST thing I thought was "That is ridiculous!". I fully understand the reasoning behind it, but at the same time the whole thing just strikes me as ridiculous and pointless. The reason why I say that is because the word "Nigger" is like AIDS, STDs, teen pregnancy, etc...people are FULLY aware of the ill effects of it, and if they are going to partake in those activities or use that terminology then no mock funeral or rally is going to stop it. It's like saying you're going to have a "funeral" for gonnorhea...it might be nice, but in the end you're preaching to the choir. And if you're an EDUCATED and INFORMED person than you know the consequences of your decisions. And I'm one of those people that believe if you aren't EDUCATED and INFORMED about things like STDS and racial slurs by the time you're an adult, then there's a deeper problem there that a parade isn't going to solve. I'm one of those people that get HIGHLY frustrated when laws and restrictions are placed on me because other people are retarded and can't control themselves. I feel like it's dumbing down society to the lowest common denominator. I can partake in things in MODERATION and be responsible with it...and so can MILLIONS of other people, but we always have to look out for the dumbasses. If you're able to go through 21 years of life and still not get it, then why should I be punished for that? I was hanging out with Karen's brother one time, and he asked an interesting question...he asked why aren't white people allowed to make the same type of racial jokes that black people are(this was right after the whole Imus thing)? I thought for a second about all the friends that I have, and I realized that about 98% of them "got it" and knew how to properly conduct themselves, and if they told a racial joke or something, they knew how to judge if the situation was appropriate or not...so why can't ANY non-black people make statements about black society? Because there's a certain segment of the population that if given free reign would be all "Nigger this" and "Nigger that" and NOT be able to appropriately control themselves...so you have to get EVERYBODY'S social standards on their level. I understood where he was coming from and if I was an EDUCATED, INFORMED, OPINIONATED, and SOCIALLY INFORMED person I could see how it would be frustrating not to be able to say what you're thinking without having to edit it.
Well, with that being said, and being an educated, informed, opinionated, and socially informed contemporary black guy do I still use the word "nigger". It's not part of my daily vocabulary, but once or twice a month I'll use it in casual conversation. I have enough sense not to use it at work, church, or any other social setting where it might be inappropriate...but if I'm hanging out with my cousins on a Friday night, and they say something stupid like "Kobe Bryant is better than Jordan", my response might be a playful "Nigger please!!". I'm trying not to ramble on too much about this...but I do think it was a ridiculous statement by the NAACP. I don't know who that cermony was aimed at, but I don't think it registered with the 50 Cents nor the Gordon Muldrows of the world.
That's just my humble, yet accurate, opinion...
...plus I'm mad at that cheap ass coffin!!!!
NAACP Holds Funeral for 'N-Word'
By COREY WILLIAMS, AP Posted: 2007-07-09 15:08:34 DETROIT (July 9) -- There was no mourning at this funeral.
Hundreds of onlookers cheered Monday afternoon as the NAACP put to rest a long-standing expression of racism by holding a public burial for the N-word during its annual convention.
Photo Gallery: 'Die, N-Word'NAACP delegates carry a pine "coffin" in Detroit Monday during a mock funeral for the N-word, which has been used as a slur against black people for more than a century. The ceremony included a march by delegates from across the country from downtown Detroit's Cobo Center to Hart Plaza. Along the way, two Percheron horses pulled a pine box adorned with a bouquet of fake black roses.
"Today we're not just burying the N-word, we're taking it out of our spirit," said Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick. "We gather burying all the things that go with the N-word. We have to bury the 'pimps' and the 'hos' that go with it."
He continued: "Die N-word, and we don't want to see you 'round here no more."
The N-word has been used as a slur against blacks for more than a century. It remains a symbol of racism, but also is used by blacks when referring to other blacks, especially in comedy routines and rap and hip-hop music.
Public discussion on the word's use increased last year following a tirade by "Seinfeld" actor Michael Richards, who used it repeatedly during a Los Angeles comedy routine and later issued a public apology.
The issue about racially insensitive remarks heated up earlier this year after talk show host Don Imus described black members of the Rutgers University women's basketball team as "nappy-headed hos" on April 4.
NAACP National Board Chairman Julian Bond repeated the call during the opening address Sunday night for the 98th annual convention, which runs through Thursday.
"While we are happy to have sent a certain radio cowboy back to his ranch, we ought to hold ourselves to the same standard," Bond said. "If he can't refer to our women as `hos,' then we shouldn't either."
Black leaders, including the Revs. Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, have challenged the entertainment industry and the American public to stop using the N-word and other racial slurs.
The NAACP held a symbolic funeral in Detroit in 1944 for Jim Crow, the systematic, mostly Southern practice of discrimination against and segregation of blacks from the end of post-Civil War Reconstruction into the mid-20th century.
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[06 Jul 2007|10:11am] |
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I recently spent an day driving around Goose Creek running errands and whatnot while trying to get a feel for the area. The town definately has a certain vibe about it that makes me take notice. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's like the West Columbia/Cayce area...except not quite as progressive. It feels like it's what West Columbia or Cayce was like 20 years ago. While waiting for Karen to get off of work I sat and people watched in the Goose Creek Wal-Mart parking lot for about 2 and a half hours. And in during that time I didn't see ANY interracial couples. I found that REALLY surprising because even in the towns surrounding Columbia that we'd consider "backwards" the interacial thing doesn't seem weird or out of place...that's why I say the town feels like West Columbia/Cayce 20 years ago. Now I DEFINATELY know that the interracial thing isn't promoted or incouraged in WC/C, but it's not something that's surprising to see anymore. The whole social climate down there is interesting to me, and I'm anxious to see the reaction of the local townspeople.
But not so fast my friend, it has been brought to my attention that it is recommended that as a couple Karen and I shouldn't shop at the local Goose Creek Wal-Mart together, instead we should drive out of our way to Summerville to shop even though there is a Wal-Mart literally a block away from our townhouse. Oh, but this isn't a totally unreasonable request, I can shop there by myself, and Karen can shop there by herself...but we can't shop there together. I guess I should be grateful that they let me own land and get 3/5ths of a vote. Personally I think it's a ridiculous suggestion and I have all intentions of respectfully ignoring it. I'm not moving down there to deliberately draw attention to myself, but at the same time I can't turn a blind eye and give into some kind of 1960's oppresion. People might try to sugar coat it and say that isn't what it is...but that is exactly what it is, you are putting limitations on where I can go and who I can be seen with simply because of the color of my skin. I don't intend on watching my step or getting stressed out about who might have seen us out in public together, or who they might tell or what they might say. I'm not going to be afraid or intimidated by a little gossip. I'm sure as hell not going to let the opinions of some spiteful old ladies dictate ANY of my actions. I would hope that stance on ridiculous ideas such as that would earn respect...but unfortunately I think it's probaly going to do the opposite. I think my non-compliance with a "simple suggestion" of "could you just shop somewhere else" will be taken as "Uh ohhhh, that uppity negro is coming into town and is going to make trouble." If going to the store with my girlfriend to buy some gatorade and a shower curtain is your idea of "making trouble" then you better warn JFK not to go to Dallas since you're still comfortably back in the 60's.
It seems weird because it feels like I've outgrown Columbia and I should be going to a bigger more contemporary city like Charlotte or Atlanta...but instead I'm going to a smaller less proggressive one. I guess I'm eager to embrace the chance because it'd be like being a big fish in a small pond...and it feels like I can make more of a difference down there. I'm not going down there with a social agenda, I'm going down there to live free or die hard.
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[03 Jul 2007|09:46am] |
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Well folks, I went to see Transformers last night...and as expected, it was an AWESOME movie!!! It was a fun movie to watch, and even if I wasn't a serious Transformers fan, I'd still say it's one of those movies where you simply have an honestly good time watching it. It doesn't take itself too seriously, which is a good thing, so that sets a good tone. The special effects were top notch, and Micheal Bay did a great job setting up the action. The score is thunderous, but there wasn't a theme to the movie so you won't leave the theatre humming anything. The acting was pretty good; Shia carried the movie, Megan Fox was on point, and everybody else did a solid job...and for the BIGGEST surprise of the movie...Tyrese didn't suck! Yes, you read that right, Tyrese actually did a good job in the movie. When I saw the movie I spent the whole time just taking EVERYTHING in, I'll have to see it a few more times to REALLY get a feel for the details and whatnot.
But I'd have to say, it was actually BETTER than I expected. I knew the plot was gonna be kinda cheesy, but somehow they pulled it off and made it enjoyably cheesy instead of annoyingly cheesy. I guess the thing that REALLY made the movie settle well for me what that it wasn't stupid...I didn't leave the theatre with that bitter feeling because people were doing stupid stuff throughout the flim, if you suspend your disbelief everything flows and makes decent sense. Is there more to the movie than meets the eye...nah, it's pretty much all on the surface and that's what you want from a movie like this. I don't want 2-D cardboard characters, but at the same time I don't want overly complex ones...I want them somewhere in the middle, and I want them to blow something up!
Now I get to go into fanboy hibernation for 4 years until the sequel comes out...
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TODAY is the end of a journey. I've been following the development of this movie for a year and a half, and have been waiting for it for the past 20 years...and TODAY, I finally get to see a Transformers movie on the big screen.
So how am I spending my day leading up to the premeire tonight...I'm taking the day off and driving around Goose Creek! Believe it or not, I'm not seeing the movie in the friendly confines of the Columbia Metropolitian area, but instead I'll be watching it in Summerville with Karen and my friend Robin.
After 8:00 tonight...the world shall be TRANSFORMED!!!!
...ok, that sounded kinda cheesy, but fuck it...I'm letting my inner fanboy rock out today. I can be cool tomorrow!
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