MARCH
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THURSDAY 3/29: can we please stop using martin luther king's "free at last" speech in advertising? please! "free at last. free at last. that's right when you buy two heads of lettuce, you get one free. that's right one FOR FREE. not even martin could call that injust!" sigh... ii just finished playing the metal gear solid II demo. this shit is like whoa! konami is going all out. PS2. it's
not a game... coming soon: the sith pimp, d.v.s., and more irrelevant ramblings from the ego. MONDAY 3/26: i guess how i saw the oscars and how the board saw it didn't quite match up... from mel's
dictionary: oscar commentary: SUNDAY 3/25: after watching the independent spirit awards (where the politics of hollywood don't get involved and gladiator isn't nominated for best picture and crouching tiger, hidden dragon won best picture despite english subtitles--which is why it won't win tonight), i wanna post my oscar picks... please
note: these are based on the movies i saw
best supporting
actress: frances mcdormand for almost famous best supporting
actor: joquin phoenix for gladiator best actress:
julia roberts for erin brockovich best actor:
tom hanks for cast away best director:
ridley scott for gladiator best picture:
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FRIDAY 3/23: i wasn't gonna write for the whole weekend but i gotta get these thoughts out of my head... ...why do people name their chidren in names that end in -quita? please stop. it's a ghetto name and you are setting your child up for a ghetto future. it's like those idiot parent who named their son "geeves". he's going to gbe a butler. no one wants to be operated on by doctor geeves. just like no one wants to be defended by a lawyer named laquita (maybe prosecuted by...). on that note:
i would like to apologize to laquita, shaquita, loquita, shaquinita
if i offended you or your parents. ...what a selfish generation of white males? my generation was the suicide generation. where grunge lived and died. when we were depressed and it got bad and we wanted are supposed loved ones to suffer, we killed ourselves* these muthafuckers wanna kill everybody else and go out in a blaze of glory. "i am moody and have walls built around me and it's their fault that they don't try and be my friend. they should die." and it's only white boys...what's that about when a black guy kills someone, there is usually a reason (a fucked up reason that i am not condoning). "that n!gga _____ owes me money so HE has got to die." not "this n!gga _____ owes me money so everybody with money in my class needs to die" i'm sending my children to a public high school in a all-Black neighborhood. i'll just tell them "stay away from seedy individuals and drugs and you won't get hurt". if i send them to a suburb school, i don't know what to tell them... "son,
stay away from white boys who wear all black like they are in the matrix.
if you are at lunch and he makes any sudden movements, be ready to go
under the table."
THURSDAY 3/22: "Idolater! Your soul is required in hell!" - Old Man in New Jack City somehow, you think shaggy has a VIP pass in hell. how long ago do you think he sold his soul? he hasn't aged and he hasn't stopped selling records. hey rik rok, remember rayvon? ------------- considering that children now are growing up in the AOL age (and if you think this isn't the AOL age, then you are old or deluded), i wonder if they are going to be able to verbally communicate with each other at the same level as previous generations. i have been im-ing since 1995 and i feel dumber for it. i feel like whatever neurons controls the mind-to-mouth communication process has been partially re-routed to my hands. are we cultivating a generation of stephen hawkings who can only type to each other? powerless without a delete button. "i don't know how to say it. i'll just e-mail you." it's the future...be ready ----------------------- eMpTV should just show it late but then again, they don't exactly SHOW videos now do they...i need my MTV2 TUESDAY 3/20: ii was on the train to work this morning listening to my mix of Roots songs just thinking... and then i did some math in my head... "well i make ___ a month and i spend __ on trains and shit and ___ for loans payments and ___ in credit card bills and ___ on the gym (i don't go to) and ____ on my discover card (which is maxed out)...which equals ___ subtracted from what i make a month and...oh my GOD..." what DO i spend all my money on??? i can't believe it. what the fuck is wrong with me? even after i factor in the comics i HAVE to buy, i could easily move out and sustain myself... i need to stop spending money on things i don't need i need to put a tattoo on my right hand ala memento (my wallet grabbing/bill signing hand) saying "do you really need this?" or "stop". no more clubs.
i don't even have fun anyway. -----
SATURDAY 3/17:
nowadays, i hate recommending movies because it isn't a guarantee that they will like it as much as you did...see in it what you did...think about it hours later trying to wonder what was going on in the head of the writer who put all this together and the respect you have for the director for executing it...and then you are disappointed because they were disappointed and that could take away from your great memory of this movie you though was amazing but not way not be that amazing because if it was...why didn't s/he think it was amazing? i'm gonna go out on a limb. see this movie. i went in there knowing the plot and setup, reading reviews, being told to pay attention to everything and i still have questions in my head... i can think of movies that had me more amped, more hysterical in laughter, more emotional, more ready-to-change-my-life than memento did...but this was the best moviegoing experience i have had in years...my friend is still messed up...her mind is disoriented best plan: go with someone who is patient and smart, watch the movie, go out to eat afterwards and discuss. (i stress patient--the movie is told backwards; if they aren't into it they will hate it and you will hate them) now i have to finds someone to see it with because i have some questions i need answered and can't wait til DVD time. you down? sheeeeet! e-mail me, true believer FRIDAY 3/16: the one thing
that i read in a psych textbook that stuck with me was from the abnormal
psychology discussion about depression... ...there apparently was a study that said people who are clinically labeled as "depressed" have a more realistic outlook on how things will turn out than those not... so are depressed people depressed because they can't lie to themselves? are people who aren't just too "happy" to see that the light isn't green, the milk is sour, and the water in the half-empty glass doesn't taste that good and is at room temperature? who knows? i didn't do to well in that class. BUT...i took some depression indexes in my research class (anonymously but because i was the only guy--black guy at that--in the class it wasn't hard to figure out which responses were mine while looking at the results)...my numbers showed...er...reason for "concern" (compared to the average score for the class, u think i was the only one in the matrix while everyone was enjoying their 'juicy steak') i always considered myself a realist. to me, being depressed is just taking too much time to think about "your life". if anybody really sat down and thought about the details of their life (body, mind, career, social status, who loves you, etc.) they could find some detail to "depress" themselves with... today? i have no time to be depressed. i got movies to watch, assignments to screw up, bosses to piss off, video games to beat, women to persuade, nothings to write about like this...i'm sure i'll find time... THURSDAY 3/15: melanism's
ideal job:: who needs a degree? wish i figured that out sooner as i pay this month's hefty loan payment.
WEDNESDAY 3/14 i had something really deep to say on my way to the computer but i opted not to... i need a new job but with all this non-profit web page design, who has time to make moves... Onimusha Warlords drops tomorrow and not a moment to soon as i have finally beaten Star Wars: Starfighter. ...:::PS2=Procrastination System Two:::... thought i would hit you off with a little more of me...reading iz fundamental (especially when illustrations are there to lighten to mental load...) and i dedicate
this to a certain disgrunted intern who seeing more shine at
her job than jamal barrow: i have never seen a person so happy to be surrounded by women in a small room with loud, soon-to-have-a-cardiac arrest funk flex...smiling like he is on the VJ for a day contest...KK, stop shucking and jivin'. one big tigger is enuff! i promise i'll be deep and intellectjewal next time... MONDAY 3/12: as i await the Sith Pimp to lace me with a piece, i think a new question should be addressed. by now, after the grammy and soul train nods, we all know who jill scott is...but now i wanna know who are her backup singers??? "ya gettin in the way of my feelings..." SUNDAY 3/11: i know i will not be keeping up this rate of constant rambling about my day but while i have the time to do nothing, i might as well make some use of it. ~ I would like to thank my dentist for giving me so much novacane that i am feeling relatively no pain whatsoever--but the night is young... ...:::you can have sex with anyone but holding hands comfortably with someone, now therein lies challenge. i don't mean the way a parent holds a child's hand because they are afraid the child might run away, or when you are dragging someone by their hand to lead them to the right place, or holding someone you are attracted to and having a million and one thoughts fly through your head like "what she thinking?" or "what am i thinking?" or "i hope i'm not seen by anyone i know". just holding hands, in that way that fellow pedestrains have to walk around you--KNOW to walk around you. it's the little things in life:::... on that note, i would never think twice about holding her hand... SATURDAY 3/10: this'll be brief because i just got my wisdom tooth pulled and the novacane will be wearing off soon. last night
i saw the gift last night. one more note: if giovanni ribisi plays one more stupid/mentally-challenged person, he is going to be typecast. look me can read bookz too coming soon: the sith pimp THURSDAY 3/8: before i
went to see the mexican with my best friend from high school,
we had a nice conversation about the irrational thought that being in
a relationship brings to you. not being in one and having not been in
one for quite some time, when people come to me with their problems--everything
seems so damn clear and yet, i know, that if i had a girlfriend, that
part of my brain that has had so long to grow would shut down and i
would be doing the stupid things that people in love do. they should
really examine the brain patterns of a person in love and one who is
not...maybe than can figure out exactly WHAT shuts down...what makes
you accept things that no rational person would accept..act in a way
that no rational person (as you presumably once were) would act...i
know, i know, you'll say love...but there has to be something else... received
the invitation to my ex-girlfriend's wedding...can't wait to go (not
an ounce of sarcasm in that statement, in case she reads it)... today, i love you... WEDNESDAY 3/7: umm, saw The Mexican tonight starring brad pitt and julia roberts. it was "cute". too long. the arguments scenes between roberts and pitt was funny and james gandofini's (aka tony soprano) role was..er...unexpected. but it wasn't that great a movie. the mexican
gets a wait...you
don't know the melanism movie rating system ©...my
bad : hope that helps until next time, You Do because it is just that simple... TUESDAY 3/6: ok. now it
is official. i have my own cyber ego.
SATURDAY 3/3 "he
looks like...an ewok" |
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