Monday, November 29, 2010
Job
I work with teenagers, and last week we did an activity in which they had to come forward and discuss what they are thankful for, one of the autistic children, white, came forward and said "im thankful that I'm not black, cause people are mean to black people" Whoa....that was hilarious, I know some of yall may read that and get all up in arms...maybe even play the "that's ashame card" But seriously he was speaking the truth in his eyes, in 2010 even with a Black President, this young man said, shit I'd rather be in this situation than black...sleep on that
Sunday, November 28, 2010
ramble
gimme something to write about. I've totally neglected my blog game and writing in general. In turn I find myself s lot more lazy these days, but no this isn't some call out for attention. I'm actually saying I just been lazy.
Hmmmm let's see no silly stories or points of views. But hark! they loom, hark they loom.
For those I haven't spoken to in a while or anyone else with English reading capabilities, I am doing great. recently learned to fly, not a plane, but me, I can actually fly now, I was growing rather wearisome of walking around all the time.
I'm watching a movie and need to get back to it, but I'll be back bringing back the posts again starting this week, there's a lot that needs discussing. So, tell a friend, I'm trying to get to 100 page hits a day so please ask questions, suggest topics and I'll see what I can do in regards to babble
Me Out
Hmmmm let's see no silly stories or points of views. But hark! they loom, hark they loom.
For those I haven't spoken to in a while or anyone else with English reading capabilities, I am doing great. recently learned to fly, not a plane, but me, I can actually fly now, I was growing rather wearisome of walking around all the time.
I'm watching a movie and need to get back to it, but I'll be back bringing back the posts again starting this week, there's a lot that needs discussing. So, tell a friend, I'm trying to get to 100 page hits a day so please ask questions, suggest topics and I'll see what I can do in regards to babble
Me Out
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I had to do it...
Today I say, with a heavy heart that my girl and I have ended our relationship. Yeah, she tried her best, and it was tremendous for a while however in the end I had to move on to something more appropriate. Today my friends, I found a new barber (for those just joining, go check the archives for a post entitled "have a fun") Joon you will be missed...
Yeah so apparently(I'm just gonna assume y'all have read and know who Joon is, I'm really not trying to type all that, who knows what types of tangents I may go on as is) Joon has not been at the shop the last few times I've gone in, and even more startlingly so, each time it has been a random medley of Asian woman barbers that come out of a break room to cut the hair of whomever walks in the store. No, I'm serious. When you walk up to the place, it looks kinda like a Hair Cuttery/Urban Barber shop in that it has all sorts of pictures of their "illest cuts" and random magazines but also with a nice selection of pomades and other stuff. (you like how I just got tired of describing the place and said "and other stuff") Anyways, you get there and unless there are other people getting haircuts the place is empty, but once you walk in, two ladies walk out from a door that STAYS CLOSED one of which decides "yeah sure I'll do it" then the other trolls back to the room. I promise you, I have been getting a cut, and witnessed two new customers walk in and see a grand total of 17 different barbers come out. Needless to say, in all this fun and ballyhoo, my haircuts have been getting jacked. Which wasn't a big deal at first because I wasn't working or entering the world of humans. However lately I got big boy work to do and I can't be walking around looking like Sling Blade. So finally I just asked straight up where the heck Joon was, they let me know she had moved back to Taiwan and that was that, and with that I said an unofficial good by to the ladies of Skyline Barbershop.
Today I went to a regular urban barber shop, complete with incense, KING magazines and arguments about Kobe v Lebron for ultimate NBA supremacy (Lebron). I got in the chair, and I will admit, it was like riding a bike
Barber- what you need
Me- lemme get a one and a half all the way around, round the back, and bring the sides down.
Barber-bet
and with those four words I knew it was legit. I'll spare you the details of some long story about how glorious it was yadda yadda yadda. I read a KING, by read I mean looked, got my cut, paid my loot and tip, dipped out. Then of course, as any young sir will tell you, I fully checked that cut out in rear view mirror and when I got home. To make a long story short, if that's even possible at this point, The Lady spontaneously shouted I LOVE YOUR HAIRCUT (no, she did not yell I just type in caps) I had to say that because 1. she did not yell and 2. she always gets nervous after she says embarassing things and goes "augh are you gonna put that in the damn blog" but she did say she loved the cut.
Alright, Conan is on, I have to run. Joon, my girl, take care of yourself, Have a fun.
Yeah so apparently(I'm just gonna assume y'all have read and know who Joon is, I'm really not trying to type all that, who knows what types of tangents I may go on as is) Joon has not been at the shop the last few times I've gone in, and even more startlingly so, each time it has been a random medley of Asian woman barbers that come out of a break room to cut the hair of whomever walks in the store. No, I'm serious. When you walk up to the place, it looks kinda like a Hair Cuttery/Urban Barber shop in that it has all sorts of pictures of their "illest cuts" and random magazines but also with a nice selection of pomades and other stuff. (you like how I just got tired of describing the place and said "and other stuff") Anyways, you get there and unless there are other people getting haircuts the place is empty, but once you walk in, two ladies walk out from a door that STAYS CLOSED one of which decides "yeah sure I'll do it" then the other trolls back to the room. I promise you, I have been getting a cut, and witnessed two new customers walk in and see a grand total of 17 different barbers come out. Needless to say, in all this fun and ballyhoo, my haircuts have been getting jacked. Which wasn't a big deal at first because I wasn't working or entering the world of humans. However lately I got big boy work to do and I can't be walking around looking like Sling Blade. So finally I just asked straight up where the heck Joon was, they let me know she had moved back to Taiwan and that was that, and with that I said an unofficial good by to the ladies of Skyline Barbershop.
Today I went to a regular urban barber shop, complete with incense, KING magazines and arguments about Kobe v Lebron for ultimate NBA supremacy (Lebron). I got in the chair, and I will admit, it was like riding a bike
Barber- what you need
Me- lemme get a one and a half all the way around, round the back, and bring the sides down.
Barber-bet
and with those four words I knew it was legit. I'll spare you the details of some long story about how glorious it was yadda yadda yadda. I read a KING, by read I mean looked, got my cut, paid my loot and tip, dipped out. Then of course, as any young sir will tell you, I fully checked that cut out in rear view mirror and when I got home. To make a long story short, if that's even possible at this point, The Lady spontaneously shouted I LOVE YOUR HAIRCUT (no, she did not yell I just type in caps) I had to say that because 1. she did not yell and 2. she always gets nervous after she says embarassing things and goes "augh are you gonna put that in the damn blog" but she did say she loved the cut.
Alright, Conan is on, I have to run. Joon, my girl, take care of yourself, Have a fun.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
this might take a few posts 1.2
okay so there was no real reason to start a new post, but I had already committed to the whole number, decimal, number thing, so I kind of at least had to have a . two.
now I'd like to take a second to get a little something off of my chest. Since moving up here (Northern VA/DC) I run into a lot more people just in day to day life, which is fine by me, but the real blower, is how serious so many people manage to take themselves, really? wow. I will admit, I am not the first person to say this and will not belabor the point here. However, it bears being said that people by and large, will wield whatever bit of authority/and or power, at their disposal for ANY REASON. I mean, it doesn't matter where you stand on the overall totem pole of,well, anything really, people will indeed get a "tone" with anyone beneath them.
Me and The Lady are in Random Grocery Store 237 and check out boy is straight HEATED(yes, typing in caps is my new thing, don't worry I don't see it lasting long as I keep forgetting to stop undoing caps lock)HEATED that The Lady has done something to warrant calling his supervisor over, who has the "ultra code" that will fix this. Now, I can say the following with first hand experience, I used to work for Random Super Mega Store Membership Only Store 178 for a few months and used to think this then. But, why in the heck don't they just let everyone working the line know this dag on code? I mean really, what is the big secret? are you going to invite all your buddies in so that they can come in your line and get all the 4 for $3.00 Ritz on sale? The manager with the code, or the key, or the wand, or the shamwow, whatever, they use these days is never just standing around. They are never just standing thinking,"man, I sure wish someone would flick on their light so I could enter the password" no, these managers are off doing something way obscure like restocking Western Union Spanish forms from storage, which is upstairs, yeah, you didn't even know there was an upstairs, or they're mopping up some pickle juice cause the part time kid just didn't show up today, or my personal favorite, they're five lanes down putting in the code and have to make two more stops before they get to you. Which really comes down to a matter of simple productivity, does it honestly make more sense for one person to know a magic sequence of digits to make work easier, or for a lot of people to have this same information.
Anyway, ole boy is all huffy puffy, and sighing all heavy, carrying on. Speaking OF WHICH,(testing you) sighing has got to be, the most punk/powerful way to get your point across. In any situation sighing will either convey a powerful message, look at me sighing over here proving my point. Or you will be what I call a sighee one who is sighing as a misfortunate course of events leading him to this predicamenet. Few Examples: You get laid off, You step in gum, You forgot to DVR your show last night, He's late...again, She's Late...again. Anyhow you get it, that really had nada to do with nada, but I was just thinking about sighing.
So old boy is trying to be the sigher like "lemme sigh flex on these two right quick before boss lady gets here" but it came across as "oh look at me I'm 16 and think someone cares Im sighing" I mean really, what did he expect from me, an apology, sorry man shouldn't have got the bread, didnt know it would short the system. But when I looked down at the bagger, this chick was EATING IT UP, I mean she was like all into it on some, ohhhh he just punked them wit dat sigh!!! kill em, kill these aisle 7 breakin fools, break em down boy break em down!!! Because honestly, to her, in their world he has more power and therefore he's really coming across as "that guy" meanwhile Im over here on some "this guy"ole ashtmatic. Boss lady comes over all flustered and talking backwards grocery talk, "wonk gnorw stahw?" soon as he tells her, she unleashes a mother load of a sigh that slices directly through not only his previous punk fairy like sigh, but through all breaths he had ever took, heck, if memory serves me correct, he may have even hiccuped through some wierd sort of wind suction voice modification, what? Once she finishes the sigh which was complete with matching eye roll, she parlayed that into a one hand ultra sonic key-code combo that Im sure went down in the grocery hall of fame. I mean she did the whole code and key thing, and didn't even have to touch the other set of 53 keys in her other hand ( I mean damn, how many doors yall got in here). See now in this instance she was definately flexing her power on old boy, and would have been little lady to but she scurried off to aisle 13 when Boss Lady walked up. However, her total disdain for this boy and his mere insolence even got me a little shook, in retrospect...sorry about the bread
now I'd like to take a second to get a little something off of my chest. Since moving up here (Northern VA/DC) I run into a lot more people just in day to day life, which is fine by me, but the real blower, is how serious so many people manage to take themselves, really? wow. I will admit, I am not the first person to say this and will not belabor the point here. However, it bears being said that people by and large, will wield whatever bit of authority/and or power, at their disposal for ANY REASON. I mean, it doesn't matter where you stand on the overall totem pole of,well, anything really, people will indeed get a "tone" with anyone beneath them.
Me and The Lady are in Random Grocery Store 237 and check out boy is straight HEATED(yes, typing in caps is my new thing, don't worry I don't see it lasting long as I keep forgetting to stop undoing caps lock)HEATED that The Lady has done something to warrant calling his supervisor over, who has the "ultra code" that will fix this. Now, I can say the following with first hand experience, I used to work for Random Super Mega Store Membership Only Store 178 for a few months and used to think this then. But, why in the heck don't they just let everyone working the line know this dag on code? I mean really, what is the big secret? are you going to invite all your buddies in so that they can come in your line and get all the 4 for $3.00 Ritz on sale? The manager with the code, or the key, or the wand, or the shamwow, whatever, they use these days is never just standing around. They are never just standing thinking,"man, I sure wish someone would flick on their light so I could enter the password" no, these managers are off doing something way obscure like restocking Western Union Spanish forms from storage, which is upstairs, yeah, you didn't even know there was an upstairs, or they're mopping up some pickle juice cause the part time kid just didn't show up today, or my personal favorite, they're five lanes down putting in the code and have to make two more stops before they get to you. Which really comes down to a matter of simple productivity, does it honestly make more sense for one person to know a magic sequence of digits to make work easier, or for a lot of people to have this same information.
Anyway, ole boy is all huffy puffy, and sighing all heavy, carrying on. Speaking OF WHICH,(testing you) sighing has got to be, the most punk/powerful way to get your point across. In any situation sighing will either convey a powerful message, look at me sighing over here proving my point. Or you will be what I call a sighee one who is sighing as a misfortunate course of events leading him to this predicamenet. Few Examples: You get laid off, You step in gum, You forgot to DVR your show last night, He's late...again, She's Late...again. Anyhow you get it, that really had nada to do with nada, but I was just thinking about sighing.
So old boy is trying to be the sigher like "lemme sigh flex on these two right quick before boss lady gets here" but it came across as "oh look at me I'm 16 and think someone cares Im sighing" I mean really, what did he expect from me, an apology, sorry man shouldn't have got the bread, didnt know it would short the system. But when I looked down at the bagger, this chick was EATING IT UP, I mean she was like all into it on some, ohhhh he just punked them wit dat sigh!!! kill em, kill these aisle 7 breakin fools, break em down boy break em down!!! Because honestly, to her, in their world he has more power and therefore he's really coming across as "that guy" meanwhile Im over here on some "this guy"ole ashtmatic. Boss lady comes over all flustered and talking backwards grocery talk, "wonk gnorw stahw?" soon as he tells her, she unleashes a mother load of a sigh that slices directly through not only his previous punk fairy like sigh, but through all breaths he had ever took, heck, if memory serves me correct, he may have even hiccuped through some wierd sort of wind suction voice modification, what? Once she finishes the sigh which was complete with matching eye roll, she parlayed that into a one hand ultra sonic key-code combo that Im sure went down in the grocery hall of fame. I mean she did the whole code and key thing, and didn't even have to touch the other set of 53 keys in her other hand ( I mean damn, how many doors yall got in here). See now in this instance she was definately flexing her power on old boy, and would have been little lady to but she scurried off to aisle 13 when Boss Lady walked up. However, her total disdain for this boy and his mere insolence even got me a little shook, in retrospect...sorry about the bread
this might take a few posts 1.1
alas, yes, I have been gone for a little bit. For the record I said that first sentence in a medieval voice as I typed it for added flair, so please, humor me and go back and read it with said accent. New job's had me real busy but I'm back on solid ground again and have time in my brain to babble.
New job hmm lets see I work as an Assistant Director of a Rec Center, it's pretty good work, I'm an official employee of the county I have a .gov email address for whatever that's worth. All that means to me is, PERSONAL COMPUTER does not mean the same PERSONAL COMPUTER that you have at your house. Note to those of you whom may be reading this at work, ask yourself, can this be traced? if so I suggest you at least learn how to manipulate your history as best you can. Yeah, work is going well, I over see a staff in day to day operations of said Rec Center. While that job in and of itself has its own elaborate events worthy of its own daily blog. I AM ALMOST JUMPING UP AND DOWN TO TALK ABOUT THE JOB. However I feel it in my best interest to not speak candidly about my current employer while said employer is .gov and the current job market is in its current state. Now lets get down to foolery...
New job hmm lets see I work as an Assistant Director of a Rec Center, it's pretty good work, I'm an official employee of the county I have a .gov email address for whatever that's worth. All that means to me is, PERSONAL COMPUTER does not mean the same PERSONAL COMPUTER that you have at your house. Note to those of you whom may be reading this at work, ask yourself, can this be traced? if so I suggest you at least learn how to manipulate your history as best you can. Yeah, work is going well, I over see a staff in day to day operations of said Rec Center. While that job in and of itself has its own elaborate events worthy of its own daily blog. I AM ALMOST JUMPING UP AND DOWN TO TALK ABOUT THE JOB. However I feel it in my best interest to not speak candidly about my current employer while said employer is .gov and the current job market is in its current state. Now lets get down to foolery...
Monday, January 19, 2009
1:44
It's 1:44 a.m On Tuesday January 20th 2009 right now, and while there will be billions of words written about the events that are to take place today. Oh, the stories that will be told about today, the anecdotes, and memories, the I remember, the you should have seen, the my mother made me go's. I would just like to say the following...
Congratulations are in order, to America, and to all that have helped get us to where we are. Job well done, Yes We Did. Now go out there and give them a speech we'll be telling our grand kids about President Obama.
Congratulations are in order, to America, and to all that have helped get us to where we are. Job well done, Yes We Did. Now go out there and give them a speech we'll be telling our grand kids about President Obama.
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