123008 Hello Wrestler Infested Waters

Earlier this evening, Julian was surfing his Facebook, and caught this outlandish picture through his peripheral; he has an eye for finding sharks getting pile driven by Streets of Rage-esque characters.
Now, I did some research and have now come to the understanding that approximately once every 2009 years a shark loses it's life due to a wrestling related death. Now for those that thought wrestling was fake, prepare to reconsider that assumption, because soon enough, sharks will become extinct and we can blame it on table crashes and barbed wire matches. And you better think twice if you were "that" kid who wanted to grow up and become a professional wrestler and announce your gimmick as "shark boy". Next time you swim in the ocean, be aware of wrestlers. Yell "WRESTLER!" to warn others. If you encounter one, punch it in the nose and/or the vicinity of the scrotum then contact the local life guard or beach patrol; they're usually attracted to steroids or Stacker 2 pills.

What marketing campaign thought it was a GREAT idea to have a man pile driving a shark?
...Because a shark pile driving a human is just a little over the top.

122808 SLam Dunk Competition.

I'll make this one quick, for the road is calling for me to come home. My niece Taleiya had an extravagant 5th birthday party. See..

122508 theonlythingimconsideringisthatyoureinconsiderate

The rain is singing to me. I do my best to isolate each drop as it pummels then caresses the near window. I am the secret admirer of the rain, but shush, don't spoil it. We were laughter tonight as we are every Christmas celebration. A lonely Christmas will be my title for later today, since everyone is always doing something, including my family. I'll find something relevant to do, I always do. I'll find somebody to swap words with, I always do. I'll monitor your existence, I always do.

something sour...

You choke on your words too much and you hate it. Enough for for me to realize your hesitation gets the best of you. You're too quiet. Silence is louder than you. Your words use to set me on fire, and I used to inhale the fumes. Yet you've grown cold. And I have withered you through my obsessions. You're empty now. I used to want to embrace you like Longfellow's own; but you left me no choice but to scream diatribes from the inside of your head. So thank you for the hospitality, it's quite roomy once you feng shui the leeches. 

something sweet...

and to you, a child, my niece, Taleiya. You're a princess, though you won't take the title and you're humble at 4 years; I Love You with every ounce of my being. December 26th is near, your 5th birthday. The sheer joy on your face and your excitement brings the most genuine smiles out of all of us and reminds us to acknowledge everything and everyone with admiration and reverence. Happy Birthday to you<3

122408 Merry Christmas Eve to All and to All a Good Morrow

It's Christmas Eve there and hardly here. 

I spent time with Aaron and his brothers. The power went out here in the cold city of fairfield, so we played TROUBLE, quite possibly one of the best board games invented.

Tonight we feast and experience the most genuine christmas.

CHEERS.

 

122308 No Honey Roasted Peanuts?

Aaron and I headed to the LAX to catch our 8:15PM departure, which then got delayed to about 9:45 so there was a lot of music to be heard through the majesty of Apple products.  

Aaron and I had some great laughs as always. We took up a row (which consists of 3 seats) but we knew the flight was full/sold out, so we left the middle seat empty. To have a stranger sit in between us as we talked over them (literally) and played our DS's would probably lead them to feel as if they were the most privileged individual to sit next to "awesome" and "amazing".  So we "silently judged" and "observed" each person as they passed our row.  We wanted to hold an interview for each person that asked if the seat was taken, but there wasn't much time.  A black woman proposed the question, and Aaron replied "no, go ahead" then I quickly followed my intuition and said "you know what, how about he just move and sit in the middle" and no not because she was black, but because she probably would have shot both of us for talking over her if she were to sit in the middle...well I guess then yes, because she was black and snuck a "gat" onto the flight.  And she looked sluggishly boring as hell.  BTW, my ratchet that I carry with me for when I bike, was considered a weapon, so LAX took it from me.  Yes, I was planning to tighten the nuts on the pilots and have my way with them; GIVE ME MY RATCHET BACK! I NEED IT FOR MY WHEELS!

Also, I saw a different black woman today on the flight who looked like a sassy gal, with a shirt that read, in post-modern techno font, "OBAMA IS THE NEW BLACK".  Now, what is that suppose to mean? You're disregarding the term "African American". and just because you're a black woman, you're allowed to see color and I'm not? Are you suggesting that FINALLY "your people" have some sort of integrity and intellect because our president is an African American? First of all lady, your shirt is too hip for office, and second, you, wearing that shirt makes your race as a whole look ridiculous because you're suggesting that before Obama, there wasn't any room for intelligent African Americans. There's this one guy, named Martin Luther King, Jr.  who has a HOLIDAY that lasts an entire month, who changed the course of history and who set the bar for so many black people; ever heard of him? Probably not because your BET channel is on way too loud and you have a subwoofer connected to your 17 inch TV.  Anyway, MLK set the bar, but the latter African Americans took that bar, molded it, welded it into a gun and shot their own kind; some of them took the bar as it is and brought it to the Rodney King riot/beating. People, you need to watch the BOONDOCKS episode called "The Return of The King" and learn a thing or two. Youtube it or Hulu it or something. I am in no way a racist nor prejudice in anyway, just only against black people wearing shirts that read "OBAMA IS THE NEW BLACK" because he's more than that, he's the new PRESIDENT.

Anyway.  We played our DS and jammed and swayed to our music as we were handed complimentary peanuts.  And it wasn't until I popped a few in my mouth (that's what she said:) and I realized how plain they were. Of course I ate them, it's protein for a veggie like me, but It made me miss honey roasted SO much.

I got home. Washed my clothes around midnight and did some thinking. Thinking is fun. Which gives me an idea...maybe for a music video, or a short film. OH BRAIN you're so good to me...sometimes.

122208 Oh Naples How I Love Thee.

I'm just going to rant, so bare with me, because I do.  

I seem to have a tendency to blog so late at night or early morning as some marsupials look at it.  Tonight I went to naples for the 3rd time this week and walked the canals and took in the beautiful boats resting atop the water and envisioned myself in all the pretty little homes, as The Faint would put it. Although a lot of the festive lights were turned off since it was midnight, yet it was, and always is, a real relaxing experience to just walk and accept the fact that i'll never be as successful as the individuals in the art deco-esque homes are.  How inspiring and motivational Naples can be. But in all honesty, I do love the winter nights there.

Now, I have been doing a lot of thinking about friendships, relationships in general. How people come and go in our lives, some stay put, others diminish while we hold onto the memories that are still available to us. How some people can be in your life for what seems to be a lifetime yet it ends, and you realize in retrospect that it was not as long of a run as you thought. Each person we encounter and share a moment with for whatever reason, whether it'd be an acquaintance, an in depth discussion of friendships, an irrational case of non sequiturs, a salutation to a stranger, a 2 month friendship with somebody from somewhere, a 15 year friendship with somebody you grew up with, a 2 minute interaction with that one person who seems to be nobody. Sometimes they can last for our entire existence, some of it ends. Yet every single soul we have encountered has impacted us and affected us in some way whether it's beyond our comprehension or not. Our connections show us who we are and what we're about. We show one another what we're capable of through response and interaction. We provoke each other's thoughts. It changes the course of our lives. Every single person we have met has challenged us and vice versa, but it is up to us to acknowledge those challenges (as the challenger or the challenged) whether they seem existent to us our not; or how crucial or irrelevant they are. Those challenges can bring up inspiration and motivation but can also inhibit you from particular aspirations and even stifle your creativity and paralyze your motives. It is our foremost responsibility to drain one another of what is seemingly useful for our own lives for we are each others' resources. And that is what we do; use each other until we're worn out and need something new, something more, and something different. We look for new people, those of akin interests, those on the same level or even above because they set the learning curve. We are forever sponges. We soak up what we need, until we're useless to one another, yet we got what we needed. 

And I have recently dealt with such challenges and have, as of late, had the urge to refrain from certain individuals because I'm at the point in my life where they're just not needed as selfish as that sounds and is. But it were those exact challenges they have brought to my attention that triggered this state of selfishness. So who is to blame? Whether these persons recognize what they have introduced to the opposing or not, I'm looking out for ME first. I am not one for small talk (thought provoking or not, because we both know I'll forget about it tomorrow) nor irrelevant relationships that weigh me down and limit me from being. Some people just barely exist to me these days; some people just are not as real as they try to be.

122108 'Tis a Sunny Day

It's my first day here. I didn't sleep till 5AM.  I haven't lost a battle to insomnia in such a long time; I forgot how thought provoking it was.  I've been missing out I guess.  

I decided to use the black template for this blog site, and no not because my Xanga was black, because it wasn't.  But rather to save some kilowatts for those who decide to visit my page.  Sort of how blackle (the african american equivalent to google, because the word niggle just sounds offensive) saves thousands of kilowatts a day. In fact, google might as well merge with blackle and help save more watts; call it blaggle. That or get your Attention Deficit Disorder ass off a computer and read a book or jog in the park.

I need a haircut. Ending up like Rapunzel is not on my to do list.  But ending up with hair like Uncle Jesse (John Stamos) sure is.  By the way, remember that time, recently, when I typed John Stamos in parenthesis and the red dotted line appeared under "Stamos" publicly announcing it's spelling error, not to mention embarrassing it? It's a crime for crying out loud! One of the most sexiest men alive, next to the 12 year old version of myself of course, not having his Last name plugged into my (and yours. OURS) dictionary database is just absurd.  I say, you do yourself a favor and add it right now, because the only thing John Stamos deserves besides an uncalled for spellcheck is everyones virginity. 

cheers.

   

122108 It's almost Jesus' birthday.

Courier font of course, the working man's typeface according Stephen Colbert, seemingly the most intelligent and funniest man alive right now. Three cheers to that guy.

Today is December 21st, two thousand and eight and it is approximately 3AM aka way past my bed time. When I'm up this late I feel like the entire world is sleeping with the exception of myself. But that can never be true. Now, I started this blog or as I pronounce it, B-Log, to keep myself busy and to keep myself writing (hopefully), because it's writing nonetheless right? And I can only get better at it. Unless somebody mistakes me as a zombie and pieces my brain with a wooden stick. And also. maybe those who read might be amused and/or enlightened or even (hopefully) offended. 

Today (well yesterday) I saw Milk.  An amazing film about Harvey Milk the political endeavors of the first homosexual man to be elected into office in the United States. Let me just say, Sean Penn's performance was supreme; simply uncanny. Blew me away (no homosexual pun intended) A story well told, and a film that was beautiful in every aspect imaginable.  The cinematography tied in well with the stock footage used and gave the audience a legitimate 70's vibe. So kudos to Gus Van Sant for an outstanding work of art.

We also snuck into Seven Pounds which was not the most exciting film to watch. I guess thats what we get for sneaking into a movie right?  It dragged, it was dull yet it had potential to be something more. It seemed like a character driven film yet they seemed to be droll and opaque even because the director did not want to show too much. As if he was hiding them from us. But it is possible to give without revealing too much and spoiling the ending, but that wasn't the case here.  Same goes with the writing, it wasn't enough. The first hour and 40 minutes was so vague, which lead us to endure the entire film to see how it turns out.  But it wasn't worth it. I wanted to like the film after I walked out because I understand what the director was going after, but it was not told or shown correctly. Good form, but bad landing Gabriele Muccino.

I also witnessed probably the feeblest attempt at a game of beer pong In red-cup party history. Seriously, a three foot table with 5 cups each? Like it was Playskool My First Beer Pong table or something. At arms length, one can easily be the victor; even without looking like Michael Jordan at the end of Space Jam (stretch arm strong anybody?) I guess that is what separates the men from the desperate.  It was honestly a disgrace to see, yet very funny.  I think my IQ dropped a few points. I don't mind playing a game of beer pong once in a while (I dabble), but what ever happened to old fashioned inebriated slurred indistinguishable conversation? Did it die with your class? Probably. Which brings me to tease you with this. We invented a new style of beer pong called RING PONG or as some of my friends call it Don't Get Fucked. And yes, the cups are in a ring incase your imagination bailed on you for dirty thoughts. Further information and rules will be leaked in due time. Though I will go as far to say that it is The Man's game.

Jesus' Birthday is in 4 days. I got him an ice cream cake from Cold Stone, I hope he likes Cookies 'N Cream because I can't return it.  AND, I got him some Crocs for his birthday/christmas gift.  Yeh, I decided to combine both occasions since he's like thousands of years old, because we all know you get 2 separate gifts if you're birthday is on the same day as christmas ONLY when you're young. They guy has a beard. My cut off age is 18. 

As for now, I think I should turn in (I feel like Doug Funny writing B-Logs)

cheers.