The musings of a madman...

Got this from the homie Galen -- who got it from HIS homie Crissa -- last night... I liked the read enough to request to share with the two of you... IF A MAN WANTS YOU If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be . Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationsh...

Sometimes in fits of boredom, The Katie and I just ride around and talk, or just go to a park -- usually Center City Park downtown on the (usually very "on") chance that one of us might want something to eat or drink given the close proximity of good food and drank to the park... Yesterday, after we went to the zoo and then to lunch, we went to the park and observed the little brown children playing in the fountains like they're not supposed to be, as well as all the people just wandering about the park as we talked. This really is enjoyable, I have always people-watched in order to get ideas for characters in my stories. It seems sometimes to have struck her as a bit odd, but she will now realize what I am doing when she reads this tonight. Anyway, the only thing any of that has to do with this blog is the fact that we were riding around talking when this idea hit us... "What in the hell are people talking about when they use certain colloquial phrases?" We fou...

Sometimes I see headlines in the newspaper and I KNOW that I will be made to be ashamed of being brown... Yesterday's headline in the newspaper on the desk as I walked past on my way to make water was "Alleged Dispute Over Haircut Leads to Shooting," which IMMEDIATELY struck me with the feeling of shame. After I came back from el baño, I sat down to a quick Google Search using the name I saw in the paper in order to fashion a post for the both of you to read... I knew I was about to be treated to some elaborately negrous story immediately upon the headline, and I knew further cartoonishness would be achieved when I saw the damned name, which reeks of 16 year-old parenthood. The story has it that the shot individual was arguing with his wife over a haircut their child received while in the care of her parents, when the girl called for her father, who shot him. ... allow me to pause to laugh at this shit... Okay, where were we? Oh yeah... It seems to me, based upon what ...

"... pay athletes and musicians so much?" That is a question simple fucktons often ask when they cry to White Jesus because they're only making 35k annually... I look at it like this. NBA arenas seat on average about 25thousand people each. Tickets, comparing the courtside, suite and nosebleed tickets, are about 50 bucks each. Parking is not free, nor are refreshments... That is a total of $1,250,000 in tickets sales PER game, no? And that is even BEFORE concessions and the 9-fucking-dollar watered down beers... They will play 41 of those games every season in that arena, more if they make the playoffs. Assuming the very natural sellout crowd, we're looking at $51,250,000 per season. Television stations, local and national corporate sponsors WANT to try and sell shit to those 25k people, so they will GIVE the owner of the team money to put logos and place flashy advertisements all about the arenas. Television companies? Yep, they will cut the team (owner) in on their ...

One reason, two words... Jeffrey Deskovic I will let Jeffrey tell his story himself. Click here to read it For those of you too lazy to read it, here's the cliffs... Jeffrey is tried and convicted of a rape he did not commit... Naturally, Jeffrey appeals... The conviction was achieved through illegal means, and DNA evidence would have exonerated him... Misinformation given to his lawyer as related to the filing of his papers led to them arriving late... Did I mention that DNA evidence and the fact that HIS DNA was not ON the broad would have exonerated him? Sonia Sotomayor, based on the fact that his petition was late, refused to hear his case... The US Supreme Court, based on her decision, REFUSED to hear his case and he spent SIX MORE YEARS in jail... Look, I am not exactly pleased with some of Barry's choices in office to this point, but the appointment of someone who would send ONE innocent person to have his life ruined in that manner sits terribly wrong with me. I know t...

"... that you look like..." That is the start of a line of conversation that I have come to fucking DETEST. I have come to hate it so much that I usually begin the teeth-gritting at about the point where they get to "did anyone..." because I KNOW what comes next. What's funnier is that it is usually people of the pink persuasion who make such statements... It wouldn't be so bad, though, if they were EVER fucking right about it. Every damned day -- today included -- the statement goes "he kinda looks like you" or something of the sort. Today in particular, for example... I was leaving the office for a moment to go make water when one of my coworkers looks up from the paper, the front page of which sitting on his desk and displaying an image of a recently-arrested individual here in the county in which I work: (story here , images copyrighted and cannot be shared for some reason) "Dude, he looks nothing like me..." "Well sure he does, ...

This post will contain a ton of links, 10 to be exact, as I have been all over the internet chasing after this one... To make your experience as easy as possible, I strongly suggest that you hold your CTRL key and click them, so as to not lose your spot here... Toying around in my RSS feeds the other day, I came upon an article where some students at the Frank Lloyd Wright School of Architecture, which struck me as a brilliant piece of work with what it provides and what it uses to get there. Panelized construction makes for ease of assembly -- which can take place on site or in a factory. "In a factory?" you say? The thing is only 600 Square feet, which makes it simply transportable on normal roadways, and we have ALL seen "WIDE LOAD" towing a whole damned house that probably shouldn't be, no? By the appearances of things, they have this thing situated in a desert. It can apparently be engineered to either plug into utilities, or be powered by solar and get ...

I know the finals were over weeks ago. I wanted it that bad, and now I got it.

In light of all that has taken place the last couple weeks, I am completely and totally uninspired to write anything on these pages, yet I must. I do it in the name of practice. Today, I will kill both of you to death with my boredom and a few pictures, some of which will actually be funny. Just look at him Fuck what you heard, I want a blue Great Dane NOW, bitches... Yes, I am aware that the dog will grow to be as big as ME, but LOOK at him!!! Who could want a Pit Bull after seeing that? Y'all screwed me over on my birthday last week, someone hook it up! And you expect me to believe this guy is the next big thing? Yes, that is Drake, Mr. "best I ever had." Perhaps it is blind fury because I fucking hate his "music," but I place very little stock in someone who started as a child actor on Degrassi. I mean, at least Mos Def was on Cosby... Is he playing a cripple, a retard or a little of both? By the looks of this photo, I am guessing a little of both. Seriousl...

10,958 days, 14 hours and 35 minutes ago... My twin's commenced from 10 minutes after that. Yes, that is how long it has been. Today is my birthday. That is 30 years in rich dummy terms. Happy birthday to me. callmephlip@gmail.com for paypal donations or to arrange gifting.