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"Paging Sadie Hawkins"... a conversation

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Sadie Hawkins . Read for continuity, then continue. Disclosure: On Saturday night after Katie got off of work, she asked me if I wanted to go out and get something to eat (more on the details on this during my answer at the end) and the encounter found us in IHOP... While there, we witnessed a dude and a chick, obviously on a date -- which appeared to be their first -- who had been seated and had drinks and menus in hand when we even arrived. We get our drinks and order our food, they're still mumbling over the menu. Then it happened... The server came to refill our drinks and see about taking their order, and the dude asks, pointing at the menu on each item "well, how big is that? you think it's about big enough for 2 people?" quite obviously negotiating with his "date" over the split of a meal to save dough. They wound up getting their food to go (presumably to avoid leaving a tip) and leaving. On the way out, he asked for SOMETHING that th

History lessons...

What the two of you may or may not know about me is that I have an extensive military service record... Korea? 4 tours... Cuban Missile Crisis I was there... Vietnam? 2 tours... Desert Storm? In the building... Somalia? Damn skrate... Serbia/Kosovo? I had retired, but was called in on a special force to kick some ass without even having to take names... Afghanistan/Iraq 2.0? Ufck that, I refused... The most fond of my four tours of Korea would have to be the last one... Summer 1952, two weeks prior to my negative 47th birthday, I invented a method with which our defenses were so impregnable, even in the cover of night and sometimes rain, that the war would shift in our favor until 1953's cease fire. The Cuban Missile Crisis was a weird one for me, I bumped into a claimed-claivoyant lady named Sanchez, whose first name I have since forgotten who used to tell me all kinds of random facts about my future romantic endeavors. At the time, given my very young age of negative 17 and my pe

Yes, I waited

Unless you live under a rock or have Baseball's boring-ass head jammed up your ass since the end of the NBA season, you might have missed that this is allegedly the biggest summer of transactions in the NBA. The crown jewel of this whole situation, despite my dislike of the kid personally, is LeBron James. True to my reasoning for not liking him, he hammed the spotlight, wasted peoples' time and threw ufcking press conferences and isht. As per usual, the Knicks wasted money they probably shouldn't have and will be no better for it. Boston struck first with their long-time star Paul Pierce opting out of his final year and taking a little less money than he could have demanded. As much as I dislike him for being a douche in general, I respect his having done so. It remains to be seen what they will do to make their situation better via trades and other non-megastar free agents, seeing as how they didn't save enough to secure one of them. Toronto gave Ahmir Johnson, who

See you on the other side...

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My birthday just (technically) ended, but I will have to return to work this morning. Then it will be the weekend. See the two of you next week sometime, I will be perfecting the best-applied binge drinking technique at the party Sunday, then paying for it chilling at home on Monday, so don't expect to see anything at least until I return to work on Tuesday. Wish me luck!

What a difference 11,323 days makes

As of the moment that this post will go live, I am now 31 years old. With leap years of 1980, 84, 88, 92, 96, 2000, 04 and 08, that is Eleven Thousand, Three Hundred Twenty-Three days in those 31 full trips around the sun. In that time, I have learned a great many things, gained and lost a great many things and people and importantly take from it a great many lessons. I guess I have my parents to thank here as well. I thank my dad for giving me a clear and concise portrait of how NOT to deal any children I should so happen to sire. I thank my mom for doing as best she could with what she was given. I thank the three of my grandparents who were alive to help raise me where pops just wouldn't, even when we were with him or when my moms just couldn't because of the hand we were dealt. I thank my late grandfather for the life lessons a man should impart on a growing boy, in the absence of the normally necessary father figure. I thank my moms especially for allowing us the chance t

Is this what it's come to?

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On Monday, as I sat around unhappy about the lack of Basketball programming and REFUSING to weather the vuvuzelas in The World Cup, I was at the computer listening to something. Damned if I could remember what I was doing on the computer. That is neither here nor there, though. I got a text from my friend Brian. Brian: Did u dl the dead prez gangsta grillz Me: Yeah, grabbed it when it leaked last Wednesday, I like it, but I don't love it or anything... I think they are wearing thin on me these days. Brian: Yeah, I got it Brian: I feel you but compared to drake and waka waka its the shit Me: No cosign, I can't pretend something is "great" just because it doesn't suck as much as something else. Brian: But ok music does seem better if the market if flooded with subpar bs. Its like that girl that's a 6 during the school yr that's an 8 during summer school... That last message from Brian was at 22:34, I was not awake much longer on that night. Been bedd

Saturday, June 26 2010 -- "no technology day"

[ Phlip note - more specifically, no HOME technology day] I made the decision at 12:34pm on June 23 that on Saturday, I would turn the computer off, update my facebook that I was having a "No Technology Day" -- a day in which I would spend as much time as possible disconnected from my computer and to NOT respond to text messages. Those who NEED me were instructed to call me and only in case of emergency if then, as I would have no qualms with hanging up on them over some bullshit that could have waited until Sunday. As per the usual, we DID have the cameras with us today, if only to chronicle what we did do for the day. In the interest of not going stir crazy, we did make a point of leaving the house for a large portion of the day. And here is how it went... ***Scene 1, 11:16pm Friday night, setting the stage*** Facebook status reads as follows: "Going to bed now... Tomorrow is a no technology day, computer will be off and no emails/texts will be responded to on Sunda

But, but WHY?!!?

Gonna step on some toes, here... [ Phlip note - don't take it personal] At current, I know/know of at least 5 (but probably more) people who are currently/recently-involved-with, dating or knocked up by persons that fit the description of a "loser." Not that I have any hell to send any of these folk to, but considering these factors... Un/Under-employed Multiple children by multiple women Drug habits (yes, even weed) No ambition Habitually unfaithful Liars ... it is what it is. As I have thought about the situations, I began to attempt to tie down just WHY these situations continue to fester as they have... Do I have it tied down? Hell no! But damned if I don't have an opinion or 20. And that brings us to where we are today. ***1 - Control*** The fact that he does not have a job, or has one that pays like ass because of circumstances all of his own doing leaves him to need a place, a commodity that you may so happen to possess... The feeling, more ofte

Pr0ns, you've failed me again - why porno is not a good sex-ed teacher

Okay, this is the point in time where we should probably be fathering our male children better... Ignoring the undercurrent on FaceBook this past Sunday where there was more praise for women than men on Father's Day ('da fuck?!!?) , and not willing to be blamed for being a homophobe for pointing out that boy children raised ONLY by single mothers tend to come off a bit effeminate, I will deal in fundamentals here. In the opinion of a pr0ns connoisseur... While exploration of the physical mechanics of the whole thing (yes, the in and out of it all, perhaps even some techniques) , it stands to fact that anything beyond -- and sometimes including those -- cause more harm than good. Neverminding how unrealistic ANY pr0ns that you find yourself stealing on the internets buying actually is -- unless you're recording it at home -- pr0ns serves mainly voyeuristic fantasies, that is the need to see someone doing some shit that you couldn't, or wouldn't do at home. Such as?

The Boondocks Season 3 Episode 8 -- "Pause"

Previous statements about The Boondocks' third season nothwithstanding, I LOVED this episode. Yes, the jokes were applicable when the episode was obviously written last year, but the BET Generation just will. fucking. NOT. let this Tyler Perry buffoonery die! That being said, the initial moments of the show, prior to the setup to just what was going on, complete with satire of EVERY Tyler Perry movie/play -- complete with Huey explaining EXACTLY how all of them go down (even though I have only witnessed one, God save my soul) -- was CLASSIC to me. With that spot of business out of the way, we were left with Riley and Granddad in an exchange explaining something that I have been TRYING to get people to see for a while now. That would be the fact that if you find yourself HAVING to say "no homo" at the end of every third sentence, then you're apparently not doing an effective enough job of thinking before you speak. One further, if it becomes a habitually occurring ev