Ha, ha.
Yep, I finally saw it.
Well, ME and My Niece finally saw "Curious George" after two weekends of fowl weather.
No SIR!!, 20 degrees and Strong Winds weren't stopping us this time, Brother!
We saw the 11:30 in the morning show at the 84th and Broadway theater which has now become an AMC theater rather than a LOWES that it once was (Guess that Merger/Takeover is offical now...).
Being the theater snob that I was I choose that specific one to avoid all the headaches associated with a children's film (Uncontrollable rugrats, babies crying, etc, etc...) and call me racist all you want, there was no way in hell I was going to see this movie in some ghetto-ass, broken down, gum on the floor, "Multiplex" that were closer to me. The upper west side was idea because let's face it, all the yuppies are there...
For all my planning and waiting, the theater was still a bit...annoying. This was the third week the movie's been out it's still popular.
And my niece herself is no picnic, she has the bladder of an 85 year old woman. I checked with her before we left the house "Do you have to go the bathroom?", "...You sure you don't have to go?"...then when we get down to the theater and buy our popcorn...before we go in a get our seat..."Do you have to go, now's the time, you SURE you don't have to go to the bathroom?"...we get our seats, sit through all the pre-trailer TV Spots and Entertainment news, one last time I ask her? "You gotta go, there still time...", she's good. The previews start...and I swear to god, there are so many animated movies coming out this year! And it's not even Disney, people!...other movie studios are jumping this bandwagon like CRAZY! There had to be at least SIX traiilers, and the only one that stayed with me is some crazy CGI(?) movie with the voices of Martin Lawrence and Ashton Kutcher as a Bear and Antelope, I can't even remember the name of the movie, but what an odd paring...
SO, after the train ride, the tickets, the seats, the pre-trailer, the ENDLESS trailers, the movie's FINALLY about the start...what's the first thing my 7 year old niece says to me...?(Everybody with FEELING!!!!)
"Uncle Leslie, I have to go to the Bathroom."
*sighs*
It was pretty much fun as a root canal after that...
From what I gather, I didn't miss much in the beginning (I'll just have to get the DVD to find out!!!), we came back to see the tail end of the Chameleon scene I saw from the TV Commercial.
The movie in itself was a very nice trip back to my childhood, I read all the Curious George books when I was a kid, they were awesome. The animation style was true to the book with vivid colors enough to rival Warren Beatty's "Dick Track". Will Ferrel's "Man in the Yellow Hat" was a bit too goofy for my taste, but I was able to stomach it for awhile. As much as I enjoyed the movie, I have to admit they went a little over the top with the musical tunes from Jack Johnson linking every scene, should this have been called "Curious George:The Musical"? Even Disney cuts for a break and dialogue once and awhile...
All in all, the movie was great, I would LOVE to see a sequel in the works, I hope there wasn't anything extra during or after the credits because once again, "Niecy-go-Potty" had us running up the aisles with our coats half on.
After the movie, we braced the cold once again and had some Ray's Pizza before going home.
I chatted with JOE on Yahoo around 4pm, he finally got SOCOM for the PSP so now it's on! I'm making it my mission to kick his ass in the virtual world of miltary combat. I've been on a ol' skool kick lately, digging out my old Nintendo64 and playing some of the old games of yesteryear...
That pretty much wraps my weekend up for now...
Tomorrow's the start of another week...god I need a life.
But at least I'm a good uncle.
"You don't give a monkey a latte!!!"
Flashback!
It was a night I'll never forget...
Like Evel Knievel doing his first motorcycle jump the nerviousness you felt that day is still inside you. It was bold, spontaneous and completely against your character, that's why it felt so good. It made you feel alive again, even if it was just for that one night.
5 years, 7 months...that's how long it had been, before that night. Since you felt the warm embrace of a woman, before tending the calls of the flesh, wasn't it enough? Didn't you deserve an ocassional moment of pleasure in life?
No judgements, no questions, no regrets...
What's done is done now, but sometimes it's good to reflect.
Jet Black, it's been exactly one year since your sexual encounter with the escort known as "LOVELY". How long will it be till your next expirence with a woman? Another 5 years?, maybe even 7? Who knows, but here's to your Year 1...and counting.
Hold your Breath.
Like Evel Knievel doing his first motorcycle jump the nerviousness you felt that day is still inside you. It was bold, spontaneous and completely against your character, that's why it felt so good. It made you feel alive again, even if it was just for that one night.
5 years, 7 months...that's how long it had been, before that night. Since you felt the warm embrace of a woman, before tending the calls of the flesh, wasn't it enough? Didn't you deserve an ocassional moment of pleasure in life?
No judgements, no questions, no regrets...
What's done is done now, but sometimes it's good to reflect.
Jet Black, it's been exactly one year since your sexual encounter with the escort known as "LOVELY". How long will it be till your next expirence with a woman? Another 5 years?, maybe even 7? Who knows, but here's to your Year 1...and counting.
Hold your Breath.
"Let sleeping dogs...SLEEP!"
This week has been so crazy on the train and bus coming and goin' to work. The rugrats are still off from school the whole week, but the damn punk-ass teeny boppers are still around. But now emerges a new annoying commuter, one that is starting to piss me off more and more...the concered citizen!
Okay, me being the cronic insomiac that I am, naturally I get some extra zzz's on the way to and especially coming home from work. I have made this into an art form! I can sleep standing up, and I have a keen sense of knowing WHEN TO WAKE UP FOR MY STOP! With that said, I REALLY hate it when some helpfull stranger wants to wake me up for "my own good"!!
Example, Unlike most of the people in the city, monday I had to work. Going downtown to Times Square is a 20-25 minute trip, and I got a seat right away because the train was damn near empty! So I get on the train, right...within seconds I'm back to sleep as if it was 90 minutes ago (5:30am), around two stops down the line, at 145th street, this guy taps my shoulder...
ME (Stirring Awake):What?
DUDE:You fell asleep.
ME (Annoyed): SO!
DUDE: (Suprised): Um, what stop are you getting off?
ME (Pissed): TIMES SQUARE, man!
DUDE: (Embrassed): Oh, sorry. (Gets up and moves to another car...)
Now, a lesser man would BEAT the ever-lovin' SHIT out of that guy! But I chalk it up to an isolated incident and try to go back to sleep, which of course, I DIDN'T!
Fast Forward to yesterday evening (Wednesday)...Now I don't mind taking the 1 train DOWN to Times Square to head out to Queens, but going home, it's hell on earth, so I don't bother. I've gotten spoiled on this east side crosstown bus that stops a block away from the house. It goes on the highway after the upper east side and has me up in the 'heights in no time. SO after a hard day at work, I get on the bus at Grand Central, find a nice cozy seat in the back corner and grab some zzz's.
Once again, I feel someone tapping arm...(It's a woman this time so I try to be a bit more polite...)
ME (Bushy eyed):Yes?
LADY:You were really sleeping, there...
(I didn't know WHAT to say to that so I responded with annoyed cold glance demanding she explain herself...)
LADY (Putting 2 and 2 together...):I was concered that you'd miss your stop...
ME:My stop is one of the last stops, MISS.
LADY: Oh, okay...
ME:Not a problem.
I don't know what is it, maybe I snore, or do something to bring attention to myself, but what possesses a person to up and disturb someone while they're sleeping? I'm cool enough not to rest my head on somebody's shoulder (Real New Yorkers don't do that shit anyway, that's just a TV/Movie Stereotype!) and If I miss my stop, so the hell what?! I just get off and make my back, that's all, damn!
I'll admit, coming home, I get hit the hardest, and sometimes I do go a couple stops past my house (Sometimes I end up all the way up near Inwood!). But when that happens, I stay cool, act like it's my stop and smoothly get off the bus, I don't freak, it ain't the end of the world, damn, c'mon!
More and more, people in the city are shocking me with pleasantries...
I guess I'm gonna have to get a sign to wear around my neck that says..."If I fall asleep, DO NOT WAKE ME UP!...Thank You."
Peace!
Okay, me being the cronic insomiac that I am, naturally I get some extra zzz's on the way to and especially coming home from work. I have made this into an art form! I can sleep standing up, and I have a keen sense of knowing WHEN TO WAKE UP FOR MY STOP! With that said, I REALLY hate it when some helpfull stranger wants to wake me up for "my own good"!!
Example, Unlike most of the people in the city, monday I had to work. Going downtown to Times Square is a 20-25 minute trip, and I got a seat right away because the train was damn near empty! So I get on the train, right...within seconds I'm back to sleep as if it was 90 minutes ago (5:30am), around two stops down the line, at 145th street, this guy taps my shoulder...
ME (Stirring Awake):What?
DUDE:You fell asleep.
ME (Annoyed): SO!
DUDE: (Suprised): Um, what stop are you getting off?
ME (Pissed): TIMES SQUARE, man!
DUDE: (Embrassed): Oh, sorry. (Gets up and moves to another car...)
Now, a lesser man would BEAT the ever-lovin' SHIT out of that guy! But I chalk it up to an isolated incident and try to go back to sleep, which of course, I DIDN'T!
Fast Forward to yesterday evening (Wednesday)...Now I don't mind taking the 1 train DOWN to Times Square to head out to Queens, but going home, it's hell on earth, so I don't bother. I've gotten spoiled on this east side crosstown bus that stops a block away from the house. It goes on the highway after the upper east side and has me up in the 'heights in no time. SO after a hard day at work, I get on the bus at Grand Central, find a nice cozy seat in the back corner and grab some zzz's.
Once again, I feel someone tapping arm...(It's a woman this time so I try to be a bit more polite...)
ME (Bushy eyed):Yes?
LADY:You were really sleeping, there...
(I didn't know WHAT to say to that so I responded with annoyed cold glance demanding she explain herself...)
LADY (Putting 2 and 2 together...):I was concered that you'd miss your stop...
ME:My stop is one of the last stops, MISS.
LADY: Oh, okay...
ME:Not a problem.
I don't know what is it, maybe I snore, or do something to bring attention to myself, but what possesses a person to up and disturb someone while they're sleeping? I'm cool enough not to rest my head on somebody's shoulder (Real New Yorkers don't do that shit anyway, that's just a TV/Movie Stereotype!) and If I miss my stop, so the hell what?! I just get off and make my back, that's all, damn!
I'll admit, coming home, I get hit the hardest, and sometimes I do go a couple stops past my house (Sometimes I end up all the way up near Inwood!). But when that happens, I stay cool, act like it's my stop and smoothly get off the bus, I don't freak, it ain't the end of the world, damn, c'mon!
More and more, people in the city are shocking me with pleasantries...
I guess I'm gonna have to get a sign to wear around my neck that says..."If I fall asleep, DO NOT WAKE ME UP!...Thank You."
Peace!
"Rent...and Lent"
"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes...."
So the musical "Rent" is finally out on DVD. I wonder If I can bring myself to "rent" the movie "RENT" (Hee, hee, I couldn't resist...) and sit down and watch it without thinking about my EX...
RENT really wasn't a box-office smash at the movies due to the Harry Potter Onslaught at the time...makes you wonder about other past faliures coming off the "The Great White 'Way" and moving to the big screen..."Phantom of the Opera" took forever and was a flop, and even "The Producers" fell short to the "King Kong" fever in late December. I think the last sucessfull Broadway crossover was "Chicago", it did win the Oscar for 2002...
Then there's the weird pattern of Movies becoming Musicals..."Chitty-Chitty, Bang-Bang" popped up in the city during the spring last year, "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" made a big debut, and let's not forget Oprah's "The Color Purple"...
I can't see paying 10.25 for movie that people were paying 70 something dollars to see performed live 9 times a week for some many months...and vice-versa, it's too weird.
Next Tuesday is Mardi Gras, and so another one of my dreams goes unfulfilled. It's a lifelong goal to one day party down at the big easy, throw beads at topless chicks on the French Quarter. I know they say it gets BUCK WILD down there, but hey, "moth to the flame", man...One day I'll go, one day...
Along with "Fat Tuesday"...Next week is also "Ash Wednesday", the first day of Lent. Even though I have lost my faith at the moment, I still take time to practice acts of penance by giving up a certain vice for 40 days (Till Easter...). In the past I've given up many things...
* Swearing
* Using unflatering or inapporate nicknames for co-workers (I'm worst than "Sawyer" on LOST...)
* Drinking Orange Soda in the Morning (THAT was one HARD set of days!)
* Complaining
* Chocolate (Another hard year...)
* Video Games
* Being mean to my Sister
* Watching Violence on TV
* Using the phrase "But I'm saying, though!"
* Whistling Indoors
This year I wanna do something positive, instead of doing less of something, do more...
* Listen to nothing but Classical or Jazz music.
* Read at least 15 books
* Watch one movie that came out before I was born (1975) a day.
* Complete at least 2 episodes of the show
* Bowl a couple of games at least once a week
* Go somewhere in the city that I have never been to everyday after work.
I can't think of anything else for the moment, Well, I got a week before I decide...
Till then...
PEACE!
So the musical "Rent" is finally out on DVD. I wonder If I can bring myself to "rent" the movie "RENT" (Hee, hee, I couldn't resist...) and sit down and watch it without thinking about my EX...
RENT really wasn't a box-office smash at the movies due to the Harry Potter Onslaught at the time...makes you wonder about other past faliures coming off the "The Great White 'Way" and moving to the big screen..."Phantom of the Opera" took forever and was a flop, and even "The Producers" fell short to the "King Kong" fever in late December. I think the last sucessfull Broadway crossover was "Chicago", it did win the Oscar for 2002...
Then there's the weird pattern of Movies becoming Musicals..."Chitty-Chitty, Bang-Bang" popped up in the city during the spring last year, "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" made a big debut, and let's not forget Oprah's "The Color Purple"...
I can't see paying 10.25 for movie that people were paying 70 something dollars to see performed live 9 times a week for some many months...and vice-versa, it's too weird.
Next Tuesday is Mardi Gras, and so another one of my dreams goes unfulfilled. It's a lifelong goal to one day party down at the big easy, throw beads at topless chicks on the French Quarter. I know they say it gets BUCK WILD down there, but hey, "moth to the flame", man...One day I'll go, one day...
Along with "Fat Tuesday"...Next week is also "Ash Wednesday", the first day of Lent. Even though I have lost my faith at the moment, I still take time to practice acts of penance by giving up a certain vice for 40 days (Till Easter...). In the past I've given up many things...
* Swearing
* Using unflatering or inapporate nicknames for co-workers (I'm worst than "Sawyer" on LOST...)
* Drinking Orange Soda in the Morning (THAT was one HARD set of days!)
* Complaining
* Chocolate (Another hard year...)
* Video Games
* Being mean to my Sister
* Watching Violence on TV
* Using the phrase "But I'm saying, though!"
* Whistling Indoors
This year I wanna do something positive, instead of doing less of something, do more...
* Listen to nothing but Classical or Jazz music.
* Read at least 15 books
* Watch one movie that came out before I was born (1975) a day.
* Complete at least 2 episodes of the show
* Bowl a couple of games at least once a week
* Go somewhere in the city that I have never been to everyday after work.
I can't think of anything else for the moment, Well, I got a week before I decide...
Till then...
PEACE!
"The freaks come out at Night..."
A quick update before this post: About two weeks ago, I got an email from The Screenwriter's Dig, they're STILL doing their decision making and swear to narrow it down to the TOP 3 finalist by the end of this month. I really don't know what's up with this contest, but I figured I let ya know. I have to admit, while waiting, I haven't been writing anything additional to the 3 and a half episodes and bits of other scripts of the first season. I don't think it's writer's block, just nerves. I wanna know how my PILOT ranks in this contest before I continue (I don't know why, I jus do.), I'm still TRYING to update the blog however, and still wanna release short novella "Backstories" pre-dating the PILOT episode setting up the series a bit. I know there's been an interest in my work or the status of the show and I appricate it and welcome more of it, just figured I'd let ya'll know...PEACE!
Keeping on the scene with AdultFriendFinder, I've been having some crazy conversations...
A LOT of kinky young women have INSANE fetishish and fantasies about black men! Like it's so Taboo or something. There was this young white girl out in Wyoming coming on to me like a drunken prom queen! She said she's seen only around 10 black men in her lifetime out there, and dreams of being "Taken advantaged of" by like five black guys at once!...total crazy shit!
Then, I made a discovery...there are Black People in The Netherlands!...I'm becoming good friends with big, sexy, woman out there...WHOO! She been out there all her life, and her body is BANGING! The pics she's been sending me are off the hook! She wants me to reciprocate, but I...I...I can't take myself to do anything on camera (Ya'll seen what I did for the last HNT!!!). I cam and talk to a lot of people, but some woman take the freedom to chat topless, and sometimes I get to distracted. I also get LOTS of threesome offers from couples that wanna swing. I don't get this either...HOW in the world can people have sex with someone else with their spouse in the damn room. Be like, "you can do me, but my husband has to be there, he loves to watch..."...HELL NO!
I don't know, maybe I'm being close minded by the whole thing...I mean I DO have a "Wicked Immmagination", but damnit, I have limits...but like the train wreck that it is...I can't stray away from this website...it's the new "Craigslist". I just wish I could find someone here in the damn tri-state area instead of attracting all these freaks from everywhere else!
Keeping on the scene with AdultFriendFinder, I've been having some crazy conversations...
A LOT of kinky young women have INSANE fetishish and fantasies about black men! Like it's so Taboo or something. There was this young white girl out in Wyoming coming on to me like a drunken prom queen! She said she's seen only around 10 black men in her lifetime out there, and dreams of being "Taken advantaged of" by like five black guys at once!...total crazy shit!
Then, I made a discovery...there are Black People in The Netherlands!...I'm becoming good friends with big, sexy, woman out there...WHOO! She been out there all her life, and her body is BANGING! The pics she's been sending me are off the hook! She wants me to reciprocate, but I...I...I can't take myself to do anything on camera (Ya'll seen what I did for the last HNT!!!). I cam and talk to a lot of people, but some woman take the freedom to chat topless, and sometimes I get to distracted. I also get LOTS of threesome offers from couples that wanna swing. I don't get this either...HOW in the world can people have sex with someone else with their spouse in the damn room. Be like, "you can do me, but my husband has to be there, he loves to watch..."...HELL NO!
I don't know, maybe I'm being close minded by the whole thing...I mean I DO have a "Wicked Immmagination", but damnit, I have limits...but like the train wreck that it is...I can't stray away from this website...it's the new "Craigslist". I just wish I could find someone here in the damn tri-state area instead of attracting all these freaks from everywhere else!
"The Darkness is my Realm..."
President's day weekend. MOM took Baby Girl to a baby's Christening so I had the place all to myself. I woke up early to go down to the laundromat and do a quarter year's worth of boxers and socks. I had the whole area to myself, I guess everyone went out of town for the three-day weekend...
I was done and back home by 2:30pm...The house was so quiet.
You know, times like this when I'm alone...on a cold winter day like this...I like to open every window in the house. Not wide open of course, but just enough to let a breeze in. And then I turn out all the lights, and wait throughout the day as the sun sets. Slowly, the house becomes enveloped in darkness (That's a nice word, "enveloped", damn, I'm good...). The only source of light is from my TV or Computer Monitor...the cold air relaxes my body as I sit or lie in the darkness. I feel complete, contempt, almost fullfilled...Yes, it's as if I could just melt and travel from one place to next in an instant, being one with the darkness...
Dark, real dark, not even seeing your hand in front of your face, not knowing if that next step you take will be out a door or off a cliff...
Like that Vin Diesel movie, "Pitch Black"...
I don't know WHY I get like this, why I yearn for companionship and social interaction when I enjoy being alone so much, I guess I'm just fooling myself, really...
This is the way I like it, alone, dark, cold...almost if, I'm preparing myself...for death...
(insert eerie, spooky silence here)
I was done and back home by 2:30pm...The house was so quiet.
You know, times like this when I'm alone...on a cold winter day like this...I like to open every window in the house. Not wide open of course, but just enough to let a breeze in. And then I turn out all the lights, and wait throughout the day as the sun sets. Slowly, the house becomes enveloped in darkness (That's a nice word, "enveloped", damn, I'm good...). The only source of light is from my TV or Computer Monitor...the cold air relaxes my body as I sit or lie in the darkness. I feel complete, contempt, almost fullfilled...Yes, it's as if I could just melt and travel from one place to next in an instant, being one with the darkness...
Dark, real dark, not even seeing your hand in front of your face, not knowing if that next step you take will be out a door or off a cliff...
Like that Vin Diesel movie, "Pitch Black"...
I don't know WHY I get like this, why I yearn for companionship and social interaction when I enjoy being alone so much, I guess I'm just fooling myself, really...
This is the way I like it, alone, dark, cold...almost if, I'm preparing myself...for death...
(insert eerie, spooky silence here)
"Man, I don't know what to title this post..."
It's offical, I'm goin to see them PEAS's again. This time, it'll be a full set of crazy, jumping, bouncing, Black Eyed Peas tracks wildin' out in MSG!
And like the last time with Gwen Stefani, I'll be going solo to the concert. I REAAAALY wanted to buy two tickets, but the only pairs of tickets that were available were a bit further back.
While I was at ticketmaster...I looked into prices for a ticket to the broadway musical, "LESTAT". It's a upcoming musical based on Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles". I DETEST broadway, I think the theater is VERY overrated and the demands by stage hands, unions and ever the damn actors is ridiculous...BUT every now and then, a musical or play comes along that actually intrigues me...The last time I was attracted to the theater was when they brought back "You're a good man, Charile Brown." I wanted to see that so bad! And now, I'm dying to check out "LESTAT". The show's already been marked with sub-par reviews that have caused them to cancel the first two weeks of their performances, I hope it doesn't flop and close after just a few weeks.
Tickets for "LESTAT" go for a 110.00, and that's before taxes and fees, good seats are not even available the first two months, the best I can do is a show in may...
I don't wanna go crazy and spend money like a friggin nut, so I'll wait and see if I can get discount tickets somehow.
No snow or rain to ruin the weekend, but it's going to be VERY cold in the city! The tempature's gonna drop to the teens by sunday.
We'll see how the weekend goes...
And like the last time with Gwen Stefani, I'll be going solo to the concert. I REAAAALY wanted to buy two tickets, but the only pairs of tickets that were available were a bit further back.
While I was at ticketmaster...I looked into prices for a ticket to the broadway musical, "LESTAT". It's a upcoming musical based on Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles". I DETEST broadway, I think the theater is VERY overrated and the demands by stage hands, unions and ever the damn actors is ridiculous...BUT every now and then, a musical or play comes along that actually intrigues me...The last time I was attracted to the theater was when they brought back "You're a good man, Charile Brown." I wanted to see that so bad! And now, I'm dying to check out "LESTAT". The show's already been marked with sub-par reviews that have caused them to cancel the first two weeks of their performances, I hope it doesn't flop and close after just a few weeks.
Tickets for "LESTAT" go for a 110.00, and that's before taxes and fees, good seats are not even available the first two months, the best I can do is a show in may...
I don't wanna go crazy and spend money like a friggin nut, so I'll wait and see if I can get discount tickets somehow.
No snow or rain to ruin the weekend, but it's going to be VERY cold in the city! The tempature's gonna drop to the teens by sunday.
We'll see how the weekend goes...
"The Black Eyed Peas are going to be at MSG on April 21st!!!"
Should I get one ticket...or two, praying I can find someone to go with in two months?
"Don't know it till ya try it, Buster!"
Work is getting hetic, dealing with miserable conditions is bad enough, but when your work gets so difficult, you get even more fustrated. Scanning these old, crusty ass documents from 1940-whatever is getting to me due to the quality of the paper I'm handeling. Smooth modern paper flows effortlessly through my machine and my production sky-rockets in the 10k Plus ballpark (10,000 a day...), but wrinkled, creased, mangled, mauled and mulalated pages jam constantly! Carbon pages stick together and go in 3, 5 sometimes 10 pages at a time! There are times when I wanna break that machine and then I realize how expensive it is and my fist stops short.
I don't feel too bad because there are two of us scanners running now, but I'm a bit of a competition freak so I offend easy when others wanna talk shit about my production numbers.
I hate to think about it, but unless this assignment ends quick, I've just about had my fill of the damn UN and these rinky-dink IPS assignments...
Now, 9 times out of 10, my sorry excuse for a job would be the LEAST of my problems, but with the lack of anything else going my way, the little things are getting to me.
I don't know, guess I'm feeling this funk now that all the major holidays are come and gone, Turkey-Day, X-mas, New Year's, Super Bowl, Valentine's Day, there's nothing left now...
The weather ain't been much help either, almost every damn weekend it's either raining or snowing, what the hell? *sigh*...there's nothing I wouldn't give to be curled up on a sofa with young lady in my arms looking at an old black and white movie for the first time. My arms, enveloping her body, feeling her cool skin against me as I slowly warm her up with stored kinetic body heat energy...not a care in the world, just the two of us...
I've been so curious to actually sit own and watch "Touch of Evil" or "It happened one Night..." In this Oscar season, I've heard so many reffernces to those two, I wanna check them out...too bad I don't have "Turner Classic Movies" on cable.
Well, now that I have gotten that off my chest, lemme get to today's post title...
One of my co-workers (The motormouth/social butterfly...) decided to play "AVON" and bring a couple catalogs to the office today, but they weren't for any make-up or beauty products...they were sex toys.
SO, me being the open-minded, wicked immagination, closet freak that I am, I check out a few books, much to the other ladies' suprise...
I ordered four jars of scented and edible body paint, and a pair of "foreplay" dice (I love games of chance...).
I had no direct plans for the paint, but who knows? It may come in handy one day...and it pays to be prepared!
See, I may be out of the game, but that don't mean I can't visit the equipment store from time to time...
Hmmmm....I wonder is a dildo is a acceptable Ice-breaker gift for the first couple of dates?
Weekend plans on the horizion...
Try to hang out with JOE Friday...
Ask Irene out on a date and get politely shot down Saturday...
Take my niece to see "Curious George" finally on Sunday...
I don't feel too bad because there are two of us scanners running now, but I'm a bit of a competition freak so I offend easy when others wanna talk shit about my production numbers.
I hate to think about it, but unless this assignment ends quick, I've just about had my fill of the damn UN and these rinky-dink IPS assignments...
Now, 9 times out of 10, my sorry excuse for a job would be the LEAST of my problems, but with the lack of anything else going my way, the little things are getting to me.
I don't know, guess I'm feeling this funk now that all the major holidays are come and gone, Turkey-Day, X-mas, New Year's, Super Bowl, Valentine's Day, there's nothing left now...
The weather ain't been much help either, almost every damn weekend it's either raining or snowing, what the hell? *sigh*...there's nothing I wouldn't give to be curled up on a sofa with young lady in my arms looking at an old black and white movie for the first time. My arms, enveloping her body, feeling her cool skin against me as I slowly warm her up with stored kinetic body heat energy...not a care in the world, just the two of us...
I've been so curious to actually sit own and watch "Touch of Evil" or "It happened one Night..." In this Oscar season, I've heard so many reffernces to those two, I wanna check them out...too bad I don't have "Turner Classic Movies" on cable.
Well, now that I have gotten that off my chest, lemme get to today's post title...
One of my co-workers (The motormouth/social butterfly...) decided to play "AVON" and bring a couple catalogs to the office today, but they weren't for any make-up or beauty products...they were sex toys.
SO, me being the open-minded, wicked immagination, closet freak that I am, I check out a few books, much to the other ladies' suprise...
I ordered four jars of scented and edible body paint, and a pair of "foreplay" dice (I love games of chance...).
I had no direct plans for the paint, but who knows? It may come in handy one day...and it pays to be prepared!
See, I may be out of the game, but that don't mean I can't visit the equipment store from time to time...
Hmmmm....I wonder is a dildo is a acceptable Ice-breaker gift for the first couple of dates?
Weekend plans on the horizion...
Try to hang out with JOE Friday...
Ask Irene out on a date and get politely shot down Saturday...
Take my niece to see "Curious George" finally on Sunday...
"I need me a woman!, but a woman is hard to find...with all these girls around!"
Keeping in line with affairs of the heart...
Normally, I wouldn't swipe something from a fellow blogger that I'm tyring to "Get to Know" a little better, but then again, she doesn't know about my blog so she can't track it back to me...
Between the Golddiggers and The Independent "The fuck I need a man for, anyway?" Woman (Thank you Destiny's Child!)...it's a mine field out there. This is a cool breakdown to clear things up a bit.
GIRLS leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
GROWN WOMEN make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.
GIRLS want to control the man in their life.
GROWN WOMEN know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.
GIRLS check you for not calling them.
GROWN WOMEN are too busy to realize you hadn't.
GIRLS try to put a man 'on lock' by using sex.
GROWN WOMEN know that it's the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to 'lock' you down.
GIRLS fake-moan, lay there and take the stabbing.
GROWN WOMEN say, "Just stop" , get up, get dressed and walk it out.
GIRLS are afraid to be alone.
GROWN WOMEN revel in it--using it as a time for personal growth.
GIRLS ignore the good guys.
GROWN WOMEN ignore the bad guys.
GIRLS make you come.
GROWN WOMEN make you come home.
GIRLS worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
GROWN WOMEN know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.
GIRLS try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e. don't want him hanging with his friends).
GROWN WOMEN realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time'even more special and goes to kick it with her own friends!
GIRLS think a guy crying is weak.
GROWN WOMEN offer their shoulder and a tissue.
GIRLS want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
GROWN WOMEN show him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate w/o fear of losing his manhood.
GIRLS get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
GROWN WOMEN know that that was just one man.
GIRLS fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection,
ignoring all signs.
GROWN WOMEN know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love
you back and move on without bitterness.
GIRLS will read this and get an attitude.
GROWN WOMEN will read this and pass it on to other grown women!!
Normally, I wouldn't swipe something from a fellow blogger that I'm tyring to "Get to Know" a little better, but then again, she doesn't know about my blog so she can't track it back to me...
Between the Golddiggers and The Independent "The fuck I need a man for, anyway?" Woman (Thank you Destiny's Child!)...it's a mine field out there. This is a cool breakdown to clear things up a bit.
GIRLS leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
GROWN WOMEN make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.
GIRLS want to control the man in their life.
GROWN WOMEN know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.
GIRLS check you for not calling them.
GROWN WOMEN are too busy to realize you hadn't.
GIRLS try to put a man 'on lock' by using sex.
GROWN WOMEN know that it's the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to 'lock' you down.
GIRLS fake-moan, lay there and take the stabbing.
GROWN WOMEN say, "Just stop" , get up, get dressed and walk it out.
GIRLS are afraid to be alone.
GROWN WOMEN revel in it--using it as a time for personal growth.
GIRLS ignore the good guys.
GROWN WOMEN ignore the bad guys.
GIRLS make you come.
GROWN WOMEN make you come home.
GIRLS worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
GROWN WOMEN know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.
GIRLS try to monopolize all their man's time (i.e. don't want him hanging with his friends).
GROWN WOMEN realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time'even more special and goes to kick it with her own friends!
GIRLS think a guy crying is weak.
GROWN WOMEN offer their shoulder and a tissue.
GIRLS want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
GROWN WOMEN show him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate w/o fear of losing his manhood.
GIRLS get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
GROWN WOMEN know that that was just one man.
GIRLS fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection,
ignoring all signs.
GROWN WOMEN know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love
you back and move on without bitterness.
GIRLS will read this and get an attitude.
GROWN WOMEN will read this and pass it on to other grown women!!
A history lesson...
He was a soldier for ROME. He fought, killed, and prospered in the name of the country he loved. His honor was in the service and was guaranteed a prosperous life in the current time and the next. While he exercised many luxuries, there was one restriction that vexed him. As a soldier, under the law of Marcus Aurelius Claudius Gothicus also known as "Claudius II", he could not take a wife. A soldier was forbidden to marry under consequence of death, but he didn't care. He had chosen the one who he would claim his own for all time and sought the service of a Christian monk who in turn married the unnamed soldier and his bride...but, they were discovered and while the rogue was able to save himself and the woman he loved, the monk was captured and ordered to be executed on February 14th...that monk's name was SAINT VALENTINE.
The year is 1929, the place, Chicago, Illinois. Two powerful crime families control opposite sides of the city. On the North Side, An Irish gang led by George Moran, and on the South Side...An Italian gang led by none other than Al Capone.
Frank and Peter Gusenberg, members of Moran's Gang tried to assassinate Capone's number 2 guy, Jack McGurn, when they failed, McGurn devised a retaliation attack. Five men from Capone's gang tricked Moran to a meeting at a warehouse on North Clark Street with intent to buy discounted hijacked bootleg whiskey. While Moran himself missed the meeting, seven of his men were caught off guard by Fred Burke and four of McGurn's assembled crew disguised as police officers in a stolen car. The seven men surrendered and believed the officers would take them to the police station where they would be grilled, processed and out on bail within hours. Fred Burke in full cop uniform ordered the men to face the wall and line up, once they obeyed, Burke and his accomplices produced Tommy Guns and proceeded to open fire on the unsuspecting gangsters. By the time the real police arrived, one dying member of the seven was asked "Who shot you?", in which he replied, "Nobody shot me." and expired.
Moran soon lost control of the south side after the attack, and Capone became public enemy #1. The event itself, happening on February 14th soon became known in history as the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre.
The moral is Not everything about this damn holiday is all chocolate and roses, from the beginning of civilization...to the 20th Century, tragedy has coincided with the concept of romantic love one can't exist with the other, remember that the next time you give your loved one a token of your appreciation.
The year is 1929, the place, Chicago, Illinois. Two powerful crime families control opposite sides of the city. On the North Side, An Irish gang led by George Moran, and on the South Side...An Italian gang led by none other than Al Capone.
Frank and Peter Gusenberg, members of Moran's Gang tried to assassinate Capone's number 2 guy, Jack McGurn, when they failed, McGurn devised a retaliation attack. Five men from Capone's gang tricked Moran to a meeting at a warehouse on North Clark Street with intent to buy discounted hijacked bootleg whiskey. While Moran himself missed the meeting, seven of his men were caught off guard by Fred Burke and four of McGurn's assembled crew disguised as police officers in a stolen car. The seven men surrendered and believed the officers would take them to the police station where they would be grilled, processed and out on bail within hours. Fred Burke in full cop uniform ordered the men to face the wall and line up, once they obeyed, Burke and his accomplices produced Tommy Guns and proceeded to open fire on the unsuspecting gangsters. By the time the real police arrived, one dying member of the seven was asked "Who shot you?", in which he replied, "Nobody shot me." and expired.
Moran soon lost control of the south side after the attack, and Capone became public enemy #1. The event itself, happening on February 14th soon became known in history as the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre.
The moral is Not everything about this damn holiday is all chocolate and roses, from the beginning of civilization...to the 20th Century, tragedy has coincided with the concept of romantic love one can't exist with the other, remember that the next time you give your loved one a token of your appreciation.
"Here comes the "Boom"....Here comes the "BOOM!"!!!"
DMX said that shit best...here comes the BOOM!
26.9 Inches in Central Park...New freaking record for snowfall in one storm! Can you say "Jean-Claude VAN DAAAAAAAAM!" We got hit with so much snow...and Thunder! Who ever heard of snow with Thunder and Lightning!...crazy!
Needless to day I took this storm very lightly when I finished my last entry...
The streets were deserted, not even a bus was seen any where...and in my corner of the neighborhood, there's about 10 different lines that surround the building. Any soul brave enough to be out there couldn't walk on the sidewalk, they had to walk in the street and pray not to be hit my a car...
My niece was still with us and it didn't look like psycho-sis was going to make an effort to come pick her up.
Fortunately, we had a few DVD's to look at to pass the time courtesy of Blockbuster Online...Me and mom looked at "Flightplan" with Jodie Foster, and a few "Fraisier" DVD's I've been renting and collecting. I'm still working on "Deep Space 9" and a couple of other TV DVD box sets to copy. And I occassionly make mom a few of "Golden Girls" and "Murder, she Wrote" DVD's for her collection.
Cable channels were tripping on some "Steven Segal/DMX/Jet Li-movie marathons" this weekend. TNT had a rotation of "Exit Wounds", "Under Seige 2", "The Glimmer Man", "Romeo must Die", "Cradle 2 the Grave" and "Lethal Weapon 4", showing each movie at least twice during the day! Meanwhile TBS was showing "Underworld", "The Matrix", and "The Replacements" over and over...
My niece got excited when she saw "Underworld" at one point...
"You're not supposed to be watching THAT!..." I told her.
"...that movie's too scary for you! With Vampires and Werewolves!"
This kid turns to me and with the craziest british accent a 7 year old can muster, she says...
"Please!, It's Death Dealahs, and Lyle-cans." (I know how to really spell the names, but that's how she sounded...)
"I saw part two even before I saw this one, Uncle Leslie..." she dismissed in a normal voice...
"WHAAAAT?" I yelled.
"Mommy got the dvd at home, it's clear and everything, did you see it?"
Kids, they growing up too fast!
I spent most of the day in the bed napping on and off after all the walking I did. Took some time to update the blog a bit...
We were hoping the schools be closed tomorrow so Baby Girl don't miss any classes, she's gonna have to stay an extra night with us and we'll see what happens in the morning...
26.9 Inches in Central Park...New freaking record for snowfall in one storm! Can you say "Jean-Claude VAN DAAAAAAAAM!" We got hit with so much snow...and Thunder! Who ever heard of snow with Thunder and Lightning!...crazy!
Needless to day I took this storm very lightly when I finished my last entry...
The streets were deserted, not even a bus was seen any where...and in my corner of the neighborhood, there's about 10 different lines that surround the building. Any soul brave enough to be out there couldn't walk on the sidewalk, they had to walk in the street and pray not to be hit my a car...
My niece was still with us and it didn't look like psycho-sis was going to make an effort to come pick her up.
Fortunately, we had a few DVD's to look at to pass the time courtesy of Blockbuster Online...Me and mom looked at "Flightplan" with Jodie Foster, and a few "Fraisier" DVD's I've been renting and collecting. I'm still working on "Deep Space 9" and a couple of other TV DVD box sets to copy. And I occassionly make mom a few of "Golden Girls" and "Murder, she Wrote" DVD's for her collection.
Cable channels were tripping on some "Steven Segal/DMX/Jet Li-movie marathons" this weekend. TNT had a rotation of "Exit Wounds", "Under Seige 2", "The Glimmer Man", "Romeo must Die", "Cradle 2 the Grave" and "Lethal Weapon 4", showing each movie at least twice during the day! Meanwhile TBS was showing "Underworld", "The Matrix", and "The Replacements" over and over...
My niece got excited when she saw "Underworld" at one point...
"You're not supposed to be watching THAT!..." I told her.
"...that movie's too scary for you! With Vampires and Werewolves!"
This kid turns to me and with the craziest british accent a 7 year old can muster, she says...
"Please!, It's Death Dealahs, and Lyle-cans." (I know how to really spell the names, but that's how she sounded...)
"I saw part two even before I saw this one, Uncle Leslie..." she dismissed in a normal voice...
"WHAAAAT?" I yelled.
"Mommy got the dvd at home, it's clear and everything, did you see it?"
Kids, they growing up too fast!
I spent most of the day in the bed napping on and off after all the walking I did. Took some time to update the blog a bit...
We were hoping the schools be closed tomorrow so Baby Girl don't miss any classes, she's gonna have to stay an extra night with us and we'll see what happens in the morning...
"In the streets...of Philadelphia...scratch that...Manhattan"
It's been the news most of the week that a blizzard was going to hit the city tonight. You would NEVER guess if you woke up and saw how beautiful it was at 8:30 in the morning...not a cloud in the sky!
I woke up this morning (Despite staying up late last night...) becuase I wanted to see JOE out in long island and I needed to catch an early train out there (The 10:38). Psycho-Sis was bring my niece along to visit mom and even through we haven't seen them in 3 straight weekends (A world record, I'm sure!), I did NOT feel like staying home today.
The SOCIOPATH is just showing off because she just got her tax return and is expected to blow it all at stupidly as possible. She's planning a trip to Alantic City, and some other insane spending spree...
While I was trying to get ready, something in the back of my head told call JOE before leaving. God it's murder being right all the time...
"YO!, I was just about the call you, man...you know that snow is coming tonight, right, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over the night and I try to drive you to the station sunday morning..."
I couldn't believe this guy...
"Hell no!" I replied
"C'mon, man! You know I'm afraid to drive in the snow..."
"You know what, then...FINE, I ain't Commin!"
"WHAT!?!?...Wait!" JOE screams.
I was just about to hang up...
"What?" I barked.
"You NEED to come, you my way out!"
"Out of what?" I asked.
"MY wife's taking the kids to some house warming party! I'm staying behind to chill with you! If you don't come over Imma haveta go!"
I was furious!
"Put her on the phone..." I said calmly.
"What?"
"Put HER on the PHONE, NOW!"
A second goes by...
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me, listen, this snow's scaring me a bit, tell the boy I can't make it out, today okay..."
If it was possible, I could almost SEE JOE's wife smile through the phone...
"Okay, LESLIE, I'll tell him, thanks..." (Hangs up the phone.)
As soon as I clicked the cell phone off, I put it on vibrate, five seconds later it started buzzing...I let it go voicemail...
"That'll teach that stupid punk..."
Ironically enough, I did have a backup plan...someone out there needed a smile on their face, and I was just the FRIEND to help put it there...
BUT things never go the way they're planned. In a perfect universe that friend and I would have gone down to the seaport, checked out the latest exhibit down there, walked around inside the mall a bit and we would have been back at each other's home just as the snow was starting to fall...
But naturally, those plans fell through, too...
So, by 1pm...I grabbed my digital camera and decided to just roam the island...
Before I headed down to the subway, I took a picture of a billboard in the center of the main street in the heights...
1:15pm - "Fifty's still king in the Heights, I hear his movie's hitting DVD in a few weeks..."
I brought a all-day pass and headed down to the fashion district...
2pm - "I've passed this thing so many time and always wanted to take a picture of it..."
2:30 - "What's midtown without a look up at the Empire State Building?"
3:30 - "Squirrels in Madison Square"
As I started past the Flatiron Building, I started to see some flakes...
4:00 - "The Virgin Megastore at Union Square"
4:15 - "What kind of person would be proud enough call his coffee "Mud"?, and sell it on a "Mud Truck"?
4:45 - "Battery Park, The wind is starting to blow the snow around a bit, now. (but it's not sticking to to ground!)
5:00 - "Water Street - Found this poster on the phone booth."
At around 5:30, I arrived at the Seaport, an ordinary person would have been drawn away by the weather now. Dark, cold, windy, and a dusting of snow, me? I was having the time of my life like a crazy person! There were people still around the mall area as I window shopped all the stores. All the walking around was getting to me, but I was afraid if I sat down, I'd fall into a coma (Had to keep walking around to stay awake...). I decided to treat myself to some minutes on a massage chair. $5 for 15 minutes, $1 for 3...once again, seen it a few times, never tried it...IT WAS HEAVEN!, I'd recommend it for anyone whose been stressed out.
The seaport is always cool, I remember the last time I was around here, I took a picture of a nut in a chicken suit.
At 6:30 I left the seaport and started heading uptown, it was pretty dark now so taking pictures was out of the question. Walking back to Union Square when I could have easily taken the bus was crazy, but I did it anyway...I kept thinking back to that Bruce Springsteen Music Video for "Streets of Philadelphia"...him just walking throughout the streets...
And me, walking alone in the city, in the sleet in the snow...This is the story of my life, the way I'm going to be for the majority of my life...the snow pelting of my face, the wind numbing my fingers and my body through my thin autumn jacket...this is my life...a long walk down a cement street in the cold. Man, I'm getting deep.
It was 7:15 when I arrived back at union square and walked into the warmth of Barnes and Noble. I checked the Humor section for any Garfiend, Boondocks or Foxtrot Comic Strip collections, then browsed around a bit.
I can't believe some people in these bookstores that lay on the floor in the aisles or stand in front of certain shelves reading books, they look like statutes frozen stiff and in the way! Some don't even move when someone's approching..."Hey buddy, get yer nose outta the damn book and move so I can reach one!"..."Get off the floor, this ain't your mom's house! People are walking around, MOVE!" I found the infamous PostSecret book based on the website, and a new attempt on Sci-Fi by Walter Mosley.
At 8 0'clock I checked in with mom at the house, she said Psycho-Sis brought a washer and dryer and arrainged to have it delivered, she then dropped off my niece at our house and took off before the snow got real bad. I sighed, knowing what was waiting for me at home made me wanna stay out later (Damn, I wish I drank...). Still afraid to sit down and fall asleep walked around the bookstore s'more and browsed the bargain books tables.
By 9, it was getting late and I was finally getting hungary to I started walking crosstown from 5th and found a Wendy's. The snow was starting to coat the streets and parked cars so I took the train home back uptown. I would have taken the scenic route with the bus, but sometimes I'm afraid to take the bus in the snow...
At 10:15pm, I walked in and my niece immediately came up and hugged me in my damp cold jacket...
This kid, the more she drives you crazy, the more you love her...
"I was scared Uncle Leslie!"
"Scared?, Why?"
"Cuz you don't stay out a long time like you did..."
"Well, baby girl, sometimes I jus need some time alone..." I said.
"Oh, alright, just DON'T do that to me again, okay?"
I pat her on her head and smile..."Alright, I won't."
I took more pics than the ones posted and will put them on my Photoblog someday (Bear with me...).
By the time I went to bed, the snow was coming down but didn't seem like much, we'll see what happens in the morning...
Peace!
I woke up this morning (Despite staying up late last night...) becuase I wanted to see JOE out in long island and I needed to catch an early train out there (The 10:38). Psycho-Sis was bring my niece along to visit mom and even through we haven't seen them in 3 straight weekends (A world record, I'm sure!), I did NOT feel like staying home today.
The SOCIOPATH is just showing off because she just got her tax return and is expected to blow it all at stupidly as possible. She's planning a trip to Alantic City, and some other insane spending spree...
While I was trying to get ready, something in the back of my head told call JOE before leaving. God it's murder being right all the time...
"YO!, I was just about the call you, man...you know that snow is coming tonight, right, I was wondering if you wanted to stay over the night and I try to drive you to the station sunday morning..."
I couldn't believe this guy...
"Hell no!" I replied
"C'mon, man! You know I'm afraid to drive in the snow..."
"You know what, then...FINE, I ain't Commin!"
"WHAT!?!?...Wait!" JOE screams.
I was just about to hang up...
"What?" I barked.
"You NEED to come, you my way out!"
"Out of what?" I asked.
"MY wife's taking the kids to some house warming party! I'm staying behind to chill with you! If you don't come over Imma haveta go!"
I was furious!
"Put her on the phone..." I said calmly.
"What?"
"Put HER on the PHONE, NOW!"
A second goes by...
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me, listen, this snow's scaring me a bit, tell the boy I can't make it out, today okay..."
If it was possible, I could almost SEE JOE's wife smile through the phone...
"Okay, LESLIE, I'll tell him, thanks..." (Hangs up the phone.)
As soon as I clicked the cell phone off, I put it on vibrate, five seconds later it started buzzing...I let it go voicemail...
"That'll teach that stupid punk..."
Ironically enough, I did have a backup plan...someone out there needed a smile on their face, and I was just the FRIEND to help put it there...
BUT things never go the way they're planned. In a perfect universe that friend and I would have gone down to the seaport, checked out the latest exhibit down there, walked around inside the mall a bit and we would have been back at each other's home just as the snow was starting to fall...
But naturally, those plans fell through, too...
So, by 1pm...I grabbed my digital camera and decided to just roam the island...
Before I headed down to the subway, I took a picture of a billboard in the center of the main street in the heights...
1:15pm - "Fifty's still king in the Heights, I hear his movie's hitting DVD in a few weeks..."
I brought a all-day pass and headed down to the fashion district...
2pm - "I've passed this thing so many time and always wanted to take a picture of it..."
2:30 - "What's midtown without a look up at the Empire State Building?"
3:30 - "Squirrels in Madison Square"
As I started past the Flatiron Building, I started to see some flakes...
4:00 - "The Virgin Megastore at Union Square"
4:15 - "What kind of person would be proud enough call his coffee "Mud"?, and sell it on a "Mud Truck"?
4:45 - "Battery Park, The wind is starting to blow the snow around a bit, now. (but it's not sticking to to ground!)
5:00 - "Water Street - Found this poster on the phone booth."
At around 5:30, I arrived at the Seaport, an ordinary person would have been drawn away by the weather now. Dark, cold, windy, and a dusting of snow, me? I was having the time of my life like a crazy person! There were people still around the mall area as I window shopped all the stores. All the walking around was getting to me, but I was afraid if I sat down, I'd fall into a coma (Had to keep walking around to stay awake...). I decided to treat myself to some minutes on a massage chair. $5 for 15 minutes, $1 for 3...once again, seen it a few times, never tried it...IT WAS HEAVEN!, I'd recommend it for anyone whose been stressed out.
The seaport is always cool, I remember the last time I was around here, I took a picture of a nut in a chicken suit.
At 6:30 I left the seaport and started heading uptown, it was pretty dark now so taking pictures was out of the question. Walking back to Union Square when I could have easily taken the bus was crazy, but I did it anyway...I kept thinking back to that Bruce Springsteen Music Video for "Streets of Philadelphia"...him just walking throughout the streets...
And me, walking alone in the city, in the sleet in the snow...This is the story of my life, the way I'm going to be for the majority of my life...the snow pelting of my face, the wind numbing my fingers and my body through my thin autumn jacket...this is my life...a long walk down a cement street in the cold. Man, I'm getting deep.
It was 7:15 when I arrived back at union square and walked into the warmth of Barnes and Noble. I checked the Humor section for any Garfiend, Boondocks or Foxtrot Comic Strip collections, then browsed around a bit.
I can't believe some people in these bookstores that lay on the floor in the aisles or stand in front of certain shelves reading books, they look like statutes frozen stiff and in the way! Some don't even move when someone's approching..."Hey buddy, get yer nose outta the damn book and move so I can reach one!"..."Get off the floor, this ain't your mom's house! People are walking around, MOVE!" I found the infamous PostSecret book based on the website, and a new attempt on Sci-Fi by Walter Mosley.
At 8 0'clock I checked in with mom at the house, she said Psycho-Sis brought a washer and dryer and arrainged to have it delivered, she then dropped off my niece at our house and took off before the snow got real bad. I sighed, knowing what was waiting for me at home made me wanna stay out later (Damn, I wish I drank...). Still afraid to sit down and fall asleep walked around the bookstore s'more and browsed the bargain books tables.
By 9, it was getting late and I was finally getting hungary to I started walking crosstown from 5th and found a Wendy's. The snow was starting to coat the streets and parked cars so I took the train home back uptown. I would have taken the scenic route with the bus, but sometimes I'm afraid to take the bus in the snow...
At 10:15pm, I walked in and my niece immediately came up and hugged me in my damp cold jacket...
This kid, the more she drives you crazy, the more you love her...
"I was scared Uncle Leslie!"
"Scared?, Why?"
"Cuz you don't stay out a long time like you did..."
"Well, baby girl, sometimes I jus need some time alone..." I said.
"Oh, alright, just DON'T do that to me again, okay?"
I pat her on her head and smile..."Alright, I won't."
I took more pics than the ones posted and will put them on my Photoblog someday (Bear with me...).
By the time I went to bed, the snow was coming down but didn't seem like much, we'll see what happens in the morning...
Peace!
"Misadventures in Wonderland"
AdultFriendFinder.com the website, the headache.
The website promised to provide people that just want to have sex, no bullshit. This part is true, but they should add a subtitle...ahem.
"Every beautiful, drop-dead, breathtaking woman you happen to come across living in your neighborhood will either be Bi-Sexual, a Lesbian, or an attached woman exploring her sexual possibilities."
On the plus side, the crazy stuff I've seen on webcams is enough for the membership fees alone...
I saw this crazy 36 year old woman from somewhere out west (I think it was Ideho...) was topless and playing with herself on cam, then suddenly she pulls out a REAL Desert Eagle (Big Long Black GUN!) and started using it as a dildo! I click on her nickname so I can read her profile she is a total gun-nut, she brags about her uzi and other types pistols...
All the expirences haven't been bad, I've made a few distant friends. One is all the way "Across the Pond". A sexy Brit who only goes on cam to chat and has never as much shown her figure. Her cam is directly on her apple round face, she has a very sexy accent, and she chews on her lower lip a lot...She's married and has 2 kids and only chats late at night (2am in London is 9pm in New York...).
Other potentials are always too damn busy, all we end up doing is playing email tag. It's very fustrating. My original plan was to at least find a date for Valentine's Day, but alas...that's not going to happen.
I just had another bad expirence yesterday while I was sick...A woman I was playing email tag had asked for the digits. I wash hesitant, but after sensing a sign she was going to back off, I gave her cell and she called.
Her:"Hello..."
Me:"Ah, you must be "X".
Her:"Yes, Sorry to be so agressive, but my profile should have warned you."
Me:"I did read that, and I don't expect to play any games with you..."
Her:"Then lets go, then?"
Me:"What?"
Her:"I get off work at 6, when can you come over so we can fuck?"
Me:"Um, I can't..."
Her:"See, this is what I'm talking about, you didn't wanna give me your number..."
Me:"Yeah, but..."
Her:"Can you least tell me your name?"
Me:(Shocked, and still Hesitant) "Um, Ah, Le..."
Her:"See, can't even do that, look, I'm a nurse, I work 18 hours a day, I need someone up to my speed."
Me:"Oh,"
Her:"It was nice talking to you...good bye." (Click).
Now, if it was friday night (Instead of Wednesday), and I didn't have no damn stomach virus...I've MIGHT of jumped at that chance...but to be that damn forward after only emails, with no chats private or public is damn near insane.
These woman on this damn site are either Gay, Too Slow, or Too DAMN Fast! Even when I wanna chat on cam myself, I get no takers (Probably because I'm NOT offering to get naked and masterbate so others watch!)...well, my membership will expire and I just won't renew, till then I'll be enjoying watching other women stuff "God knows What" in "Who knows Where"...
The website promised to provide people that just want to have sex, no bullshit. This part is true, but they should add a subtitle...ahem.
"Every beautiful, drop-dead, breathtaking woman you happen to come across living in your neighborhood will either be Bi-Sexual, a Lesbian, or an attached woman exploring her sexual possibilities."
On the plus side, the crazy stuff I've seen on webcams is enough for the membership fees alone...
I saw this crazy 36 year old woman from somewhere out west (I think it was Ideho...) was topless and playing with herself on cam, then suddenly she pulls out a REAL Desert Eagle (Big Long Black GUN!) and started using it as a dildo! I click on her nickname so I can read her profile she is a total gun-nut, she brags about her uzi and other types pistols...
All the expirences haven't been bad, I've made a few distant friends. One is all the way "Across the Pond". A sexy Brit who only goes on cam to chat and has never as much shown her figure. Her cam is directly on her apple round face, she has a very sexy accent, and she chews on her lower lip a lot...She's married and has 2 kids and only chats late at night (2am in London is 9pm in New York...).
Other potentials are always too damn busy, all we end up doing is playing email tag. It's very fustrating. My original plan was to at least find a date for Valentine's Day, but alas...that's not going to happen.
I just had another bad expirence yesterday while I was sick...A woman I was playing email tag had asked for the digits. I wash hesitant, but after sensing a sign she was going to back off, I gave her cell and she called.
Her:"Hello..."
Me:"Ah, you must be "X".
Her:"Yes, Sorry to be so agressive, but my profile should have warned you."
Me:"I did read that, and I don't expect to play any games with you..."
Her:"Then lets go, then?"
Me:"What?"
Her:"I get off work at 6, when can you come over so we can fuck?"
Me:"Um, I can't..."
Her:"See, this is what I'm talking about, you didn't wanna give me your number..."
Me:"Yeah, but..."
Her:"Can you least tell me your name?"
Me:(Shocked, and still Hesitant) "Um, Ah, Le..."
Her:"See, can't even do that, look, I'm a nurse, I work 18 hours a day, I need someone up to my speed."
Me:"Oh,"
Her:"It was nice talking to you...good bye." (Click).
Now, if it was friday night (Instead of Wednesday), and I didn't have no damn stomach virus...I've MIGHT of jumped at that chance...but to be that damn forward after only emails, with no chats private or public is damn near insane.
These woman on this damn site are either Gay, Too Slow, or Too DAMN Fast! Even when I wanna chat on cam myself, I get no takers (Probably because I'm NOT offering to get naked and masterbate so others watch!)...well, my membership will expire and I just won't renew, till then I'll be enjoying watching other women stuff "God knows What" in "Who knows Where"...
"HOBOKEN?!?!?...OOOOH, I'M DYYYYING AGAIN!"
It was just standing there, like a mirage in the distance on a vast desert wasteland. I was skeptical at first, but really had no choice...there was NO other place to get anything to eat for lunch. We had just arrived at this werid isolated area in Queens, a killer skyline view of manhattan island, very "Outside of the Glass looking In", there, parked down the block on the street corner...a harmless looking Chicken Truck.
I'd thought a simple helping of french fries wouldn't hurt from this unknown greasy-spoon on wheels, they were luke warm at the most, and a bit cruchy...
But then, 18 hours later, come this morning...I felt the WRATH.
In my lifetime, I've been stabbed, shot, thrown down a flight of steps, FALLEN down a flight of steps (There's a SUPRISE factor to consider...when you've been thrown, you see the fall coming as opposed to suddenly falling with no time to prepare or anything!), beatten to a bloody pulp and damn near LYNCHED...but NOTHING compares to the PAIN of a Stomach Virus! Destroying your insides and keeping you in the bathroom 20 hours a day!
For the first time in over a year, I couldn't make it to work...and they needed me. I felt like shit! There we were settling in a new work area and only I knew how to work that pre-hystoric bucket of bolts they were calling a scanner. I was the only one who paid attention to the new software on that busted ass PC they provided for us yesterday, and now day two, I'm out for the count.
My team leader called me at 8:30 when it sunk in that I wasn't showing up. Trying NOT to sound in pain while on my throne of porcelain, I tried to talk them through the whole process, but the corner office where we sit screws up our cell phone reception. They were helpless, and I was in agonizing pain.
Rumor had it our regular equipment would arrive by friday, all the setbacks we're going through already, it doesn't look like we'll make our March 31st proposed deadline.
I tried not to feel too guilty about work as I laid in bed thinking of ways to destroy that damn chicken truck.
By noon, I had downed enough Pepto to see everything pink...it worked on the pain, the damage was done.
In didn't ANYthing the next 24 hours, not a damn thing...
Can't believe in this day and age FOOD can be so damn dangerous!!!!
I'd thought a simple helping of french fries wouldn't hurt from this unknown greasy-spoon on wheels, they were luke warm at the most, and a bit cruchy...
But then, 18 hours later, come this morning...I felt the WRATH.
In my lifetime, I've been stabbed, shot, thrown down a flight of steps, FALLEN down a flight of steps (There's a SUPRISE factor to consider...when you've been thrown, you see the fall coming as opposed to suddenly falling with no time to prepare or anything!), beatten to a bloody pulp and damn near LYNCHED...but NOTHING compares to the PAIN of a Stomach Virus! Destroying your insides and keeping you in the bathroom 20 hours a day!
For the first time in over a year, I couldn't make it to work...and they needed me. I felt like shit! There we were settling in a new work area and only I knew how to work that pre-hystoric bucket of bolts they were calling a scanner. I was the only one who paid attention to the new software on that busted ass PC they provided for us yesterday, and now day two, I'm out for the count.
My team leader called me at 8:30 when it sunk in that I wasn't showing up. Trying NOT to sound in pain while on my throne of porcelain, I tried to talk them through the whole process, but the corner office where we sit screws up our cell phone reception. They were helpless, and I was in agonizing pain.
Rumor had it our regular equipment would arrive by friday, all the setbacks we're going through already, it doesn't look like we'll make our March 31st proposed deadline.
I tried not to feel too guilty about work as I laid in bed thinking of ways to destroy that damn chicken truck.
By noon, I had downed enough Pepto to see everything pink...it worked on the pain, the damage was done.
In didn't ANYthing the next 24 hours, not a damn thing...
Can't believe in this day and age FOOD can be so damn dangerous!!!!
"Little house on the Prairie"
"We're on our own out here, Laura."
After moving to our new digs yesterday, it became clear that we were going to be a bit hard till help from the client arrived. So, being the mad scientist that I am, I went digging and brought in an old back-up printer from home to help us with our reports. I also brought my CD with Office XP zipped in a self-installed file. We needed ACCESS to do the tracking and billing of the documents we scan every day.
I'm taking the extra step and offering all I can to help, the guesture really suprised the two ladies. They probably think I'm crazy being this dedicated, but hey...so what? If I gotta fit the bill myself to get things done, so be it.
These people in this office are "Handcuffing" us with snob like attitude! We're told to show up at 8am, but nobody's in the office on time to let us in! They always come in late! They don't wanna issue us keycards that can open the doors so that make going to lunch a headache too! I go by myself at around 12:30pm, then the girls go TOGETHER at 1, me getting back in hasn't been a problem, but by the time the girls come back, the rest of the office is on break, too!
Here's a good example, today I came up with the idea of ringing each other's cell phone as a signal one of us is outside waiting to come in...
Now, in the hallway the main door has an intercom bell (Which is as loud as a fly's sneeze by the way!), someone inside hears the bell or sees us through the security cameras they got all over and presses a remote button to unlock the magnetic door. The main door then leads into a small room where ANOTHER door awaits leading to inside the office. Once the worker unlocks the first door, he/she then must WALK through the entire floor (From where ever they sit at...) and unlock door number two and let us in. It's a fuckin "Better Mousetrap" scenario!
SO, I go to lunch and then come back and get let in, then the girls go...half hour goes by and then my cell rings, telling me that the girls are outside waiting. I leave our little corner and search the rest of the office, trying to find somebody...no one around, all went to lunch. So I then start checking all the desks, looking for the damn button to let them in door #1...nothing. FInally I get the idea to let them in from the inside myself. I open door #2 and enter the small room, but then think, "How am I gonna open this door coming back?", so I place my cell phone in between door #2 to prevent it from closing (Clever!?!?) and then go to the main door to let the girls in...
Only the lock to Door #1 doesn't work...Door #2 must be closed in order for door #1 to open!
Can you understand this ACME ROAD-RUNNER BOOBY TRAP bullshit I gotta go through?!?!?
So, putting 2 and 2 together, I foolishly move my cell phone and let door #2 close, and then volia! Door #1 opens and the girls are giving me hard looks.
They come in, and now the 3 of us are in this small room with a door on opposite ends, and now we realize we ALL can't get back in past door #2, but at least we can go back out door #1 to the hallway and ring the stupid soft intercom bell!!!
From 1:30 till 2:15 we were in that damn little room wondering what the hell to do...
You see that floor is so massive, they have conference rooms, a freaking kitchen lounge, the archive library, and various other exits out of the building, no one checks the damn camera or comes through the main way!!! These people are ASSHOLES! 2:15 came by, the damn custodian finally noticed us from the cameras!
The few archive people we've seen are pratically ghosts, they're never at their desk, they come late, but damned if they leave at 4pm on the dot! And we're not that cold-minded, sometimes I wanna finish my box and the reports have to be done and we stay till around 4:15pm...They come up to us saying that's a problem, everyone's gotta be out by 4, blah, blah, blah...fuck that, man!
If what happened today is ANY indication on how things are gonna be, we are in for some SERIOUS trouble!!!
Damn, I almost MISS the freaking metal detectors!
After moving to our new digs yesterday, it became clear that we were going to be a bit hard till help from the client arrived. So, being the mad scientist that I am, I went digging and brought in an old back-up printer from home to help us with our reports. I also brought my CD with Office XP zipped in a self-installed file. We needed ACCESS to do the tracking and billing of the documents we scan every day.
I'm taking the extra step and offering all I can to help, the guesture really suprised the two ladies. They probably think I'm crazy being this dedicated, but hey...so what? If I gotta fit the bill myself to get things done, so be it.
These people in this office are "Handcuffing" us with snob like attitude! We're told to show up at 8am, but nobody's in the office on time to let us in! They always come in late! They don't wanna issue us keycards that can open the doors so that make going to lunch a headache too! I go by myself at around 12:30pm, then the girls go TOGETHER at 1, me getting back in hasn't been a problem, but by the time the girls come back, the rest of the office is on break, too!
Here's a good example, today I came up with the idea of ringing each other's cell phone as a signal one of us is outside waiting to come in...
Now, in the hallway the main door has an intercom bell (Which is as loud as a fly's sneeze by the way!), someone inside hears the bell or sees us through the security cameras they got all over and presses a remote button to unlock the magnetic door. The main door then leads into a small room where ANOTHER door awaits leading to inside the office. Once the worker unlocks the first door, he/she then must WALK through the entire floor (From where ever they sit at...) and unlock door number two and let us in. It's a fuckin "Better Mousetrap" scenario!
SO, I go to lunch and then come back and get let in, then the girls go...half hour goes by and then my cell rings, telling me that the girls are outside waiting. I leave our little corner and search the rest of the office, trying to find somebody...no one around, all went to lunch. So I then start checking all the desks, looking for the damn button to let them in door #1...nothing. FInally I get the idea to let them in from the inside myself. I open door #2 and enter the small room, but then think, "How am I gonna open this door coming back?", so I place my cell phone in between door #2 to prevent it from closing (Clever!?!?) and then go to the main door to let the girls in...
Only the lock to Door #1 doesn't work...Door #2 must be closed in order for door #1 to open!
Can you understand this ACME ROAD-RUNNER BOOBY TRAP bullshit I gotta go through?!?!?
So, putting 2 and 2 together, I foolishly move my cell phone and let door #2 close, and then volia! Door #1 opens and the girls are giving me hard looks.
They come in, and now the 3 of us are in this small room with a door on opposite ends, and now we realize we ALL can't get back in past door #2, but at least we can go back out door #1 to the hallway and ring the stupid soft intercom bell!!!
From 1:30 till 2:15 we were in that damn little room wondering what the hell to do...
You see that floor is so massive, they have conference rooms, a freaking kitchen lounge, the archive library, and various other exits out of the building, no one checks the damn camera or comes through the main way!!! These people are ASSHOLES! 2:15 came by, the damn custodian finally noticed us from the cameras!
The few archive people we've seen are pratically ghosts, they're never at their desk, they come late, but damned if they leave at 4pm on the dot! And we're not that cold-minded, sometimes I wanna finish my box and the reports have to be done and we stay till around 4:15pm...They come up to us saying that's a problem, everyone's gotta be out by 4, blah, blah, blah...fuck that, man!
If what happened today is ANY indication on how things are gonna be, we are in for some SERIOUS trouble!!!
Damn, I almost MISS the freaking metal detectors!
"A little traveling music, Please..."
Well, once again I said good-bye to the headquarters of peace and was wisked away this week to another location on behalf of the UN. Their records warehouse in Long Island City, Queens. In true disorganized fashion, our new digs were worst than the last. Before the three of us (Two Box Prep ladies and me, the Scanner...) were crammed in some god-awful corner "closet" office over 30 stories up with barely enough elbow room for each other. Now we're in some corner/hallway-afterthough-storage area with no view. A small highlight is the stylish waffle glass wall the hides us from the rest of the office...Also the area itself in near two schools, a college and a high school...I've haven't seen so much jailbait since god knows when...
The thing with this new building that's messing with me are the hours of operation. We can only be there from 8am to 4pm. An hour early and no room for an "Offical" lunch break. Keeping with the "Slave Ship" flow the area was completly deprived of any modern conviences. A basic PC with NO internet connection (So much for surfing at work!), none of the programs we often use (ACCESS, EXCEL, WORD), a slow scanner...basically, we were slumming it.
We went from High Security and Closet Space...to isolated, remote, run-down, and on our own. The Archive Warehouse residents want nothing to do with us, we have to wait till they let us in rather than being issued temporary badges to work the magnentic doors. We can't use their computers to email our reports to Seacacus....it's like we're those three orphans in tht movie "Series of Unfortunate Events". We've reduced to fend for ourselves and use our own resources to get the job done!
On the homefront, I've been using my new webcam on adult friend finder and been getting weird unexpected results (Lotta FREAKS out there!!!)...I was shooting to find a date for Valentine's Day and while a couple of LOOOOOOOOOOOGshot Prospects appear on the horizion for a possible Spring or Summer romance...nothings happening anytime soon.
*SIGH*
Feburary sucks big time...Valentine's day is the biggest crock anyways...If I was involved with someone EVERYday would be Valentine's Day!
The thing with this new building that's messing with me are the hours of operation. We can only be there from 8am to 4pm. An hour early and no room for an "Offical" lunch break. Keeping with the "Slave Ship" flow the area was completly deprived of any modern conviences. A basic PC with NO internet connection (So much for surfing at work!), none of the programs we often use (ACCESS, EXCEL, WORD), a slow scanner...basically, we were slumming it.
We went from High Security and Closet Space...to isolated, remote, run-down, and on our own. The Archive Warehouse residents want nothing to do with us, we have to wait till they let us in rather than being issued temporary badges to work the magnentic doors. We can't use their computers to email our reports to Seacacus....it's like we're those three orphans in tht movie "Series of Unfortunate Events". We've reduced to fend for ourselves and use our own resources to get the job done!
On the homefront, I've been using my new webcam on adult friend finder and been getting weird unexpected results (Lotta FREAKS out there!!!)...I was shooting to find a date for Valentine's Day and while a couple of LOOOOOOOOOOOGshot Prospects appear on the horizion for a possible Spring or Summer romance...nothings happening anytime soon.
*SIGH*
Feburary sucks big time...Valentine's day is the biggest crock anyways...If I was involved with someone EVERYday would be Valentine's Day!
"The TRUTH about CharLIE"
Okay, now that the relauch has come and gone, it's time to address an issue revealed right before my little sabbatical...
I originally was going to pull an "Austin Powers" cop out and claim my dear sweet friend, Irene was a "Fem-Bot" and reveal that "I'm single again!' But then I felt she deserved better than that.
The reality is, Irene are I are just good friends. I kept her a secret from the blog because she was the only one who IM'd me (Hint, hint!)...in time she became one of my biggest confidants in everything. She even has semi-nude pics of me trying to do my last HNT.
I'm not gonna be stupid and say I'm not attracted to this beautiful flower growing in concrete soil...Those mysterious slanted eyes, her awesome physique which is able to create car accidents just by her walking down the street like "Carolina" in the movie "Desperado". When I first came across her blog I believed we were kindered spirits and I still believe that. I value her friendship and would do anything asked by her short of taking a bullet.
So, to recap...Are seeing each other, no?...are we having sex?, no...have we seen each other naked?...I can dream can't I?...with that said, I will now resume my "Indiana Jones"-like search for some "skins".
I'll give Irene credit...she DID make me forget about finding a lil somethin-somethin on craigslist!
Like anyone out there took us seriously in the first place...HA!
I originally was going to pull an "Austin Powers" cop out and claim my dear sweet friend, Irene was a "Fem-Bot" and reveal that "I'm single again!' But then I felt she deserved better than that.
The reality is, Irene are I are just good friends. I kept her a secret from the blog because she was the only one who IM'd me (Hint, hint!)...in time she became one of my biggest confidants in everything. She even has semi-nude pics of me trying to do my last HNT.
I'm not gonna be stupid and say I'm not attracted to this beautiful flower growing in concrete soil...Those mysterious slanted eyes, her awesome physique which is able to create car accidents just by her walking down the street like "Carolina" in the movie "Desperado". When I first came across her blog I believed we were kindered spirits and I still believe that. I value her friendship and would do anything asked by her short of taking a bullet.
So, to recap...Are seeing each other, no?...are we having sex?, no...have we seen each other naked?...I can dream can't I?...with that said, I will now resume my "Indiana Jones"-like search for some "skins".
I'll give Irene credit...she DID make me forget about finding a lil somethin-somethin on craigslist!
Like anyone out there took us seriously in the first place...HA!
RELAUNCH!!! "Password:Swordfish"
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Surprise!!! YES, I brought a webcam! WHY?, I don't know it was on sale at K-Mart for 22.99 ($25 with tax)!!! Remember when these damn things came out and they were 150 dollars!?!?!? And only chic business type would use them for tele-conferencing...
Now freaks of every form got them so people could watch them do crazy shit in the privicy of their own home!
I hope everyone bares with me with the volume and everything (I know I sound low, I'm shy what the hell u'd expect? Opera?!?!), I mumble a lot and I just can't STAND the sound of my voice on a electronic recording device or even the phone! I do NOT sound like this in person (Or hell maybe I do and I just don't know it...)
I hope I can one day video chat with some of my fellow bloggers (hint, hint!), but untill then, expect some new crazy things comming up now that I have this new toy to play with...
Toodles!!!
P.S. If there's anyone that knows any media storage sites that can store clips more than 2 minutes without paying and MINIMUM registration...let me know!...PEACE!!!
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