Wasting time with Jet

The pussy eating house party was actually a club (Club Sapony) instead of a actual HOUSE party so I didn't go.

Anybody see that movie "Eyes Wide Shut" with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman? Does ANY body know where THOSE type of parties are at in New York?...LET ME KNOW....I don't care if I have to wear a mask and shit...I need to find one of those places....

I know they exist...

Annnnnnnyhoooo.....A reader put me on to this site that lets you upload all types of files less than 100mb (So that means you can't put TV Shows on that Mo'fo cuz EVERYBODY would be SO doing that!). This might come in handy if I would to let others read my script one day. In the meantime, I used it to off this cool movie file I've been trying to embed on the blog here...(JussPics only lets you put on 2 minute clips, whereas this music video was 6.) While it's NOT embeded, it's available for download, free at the this link here.

Check it out, it's an Anime Music Video, homemade montage of sequences from the series (Cowboy Bebop) with the song in question (The Verne's "Bittersweet Symphony") playing in the background. It's a good collection of scenes with Spike showing off his best kung-fu moves and other memorable scenes (Not too many with MY namesake's character, JET BLACK, but ah well...)

check it out, it's a good treat.

And if anyone DOES know a site where I can store this so it can be embeded (and it won't cost me anything.) feel free to let me know.

Peace!!!

Been awhile since I posted, I know...NO one's leaving comments on my posts anyway, so what the difference?!?!?

Here's what ya'll been missin'....

I AM on the verge of self destruct...I am Alan Shore from "Boston Legal" formely of "The Practice"...

I am behaving in a strange, yet homoerotic way...

I'm starting to have cybersex with people online, now...

I have discovered that I have a very nice ass, and I am turned on by all the attention is has the potential of drawing...

There is a middle aged couple in North Dakota that is intrested in having a threesome with me and I am actually considering it...

There is a pussy eater's house party in Queens this friday and I may actually go...

Then there's IRENE's Mardi Gras party saturday night, I wish to take an extra ammount of beads so I can repeately see her tits...

I'm afraid I've finally gone over the deep end sexually due to so many unavailable women out there with their obligations to their children...

I think I might have to raise my standards and start having sex with women, 10-15 years older than me that way I don't have to worry about them having children...

I may start checking craigslist again...

and finally...

I just got word from Seacacus about the next scanning assignment after this UN bullshit...it's back in manhattan for a bank in midtown, the duration is supposely, a month and half...everytime I think I'm out...they PULL me back IN!

It's 3am, I have a half day at work tomorrow working from 12 noon to 4pm...

I have to go now, I'm going back on line to put baby oil on my ass and show it off again...

peace!!

Spring is here and lets face it ol' chum, you're discarding more than a few slacks now due to worn holes in the crotch.

So, mumsy dearest gets the idea to drag me to the only place in town I can get clothes these days...

Big and Tall Casual Male on 23rd Street and the East Side.

Now, getting to the east side from The 'heights is no easy trek. The normal route would be to take the A train down to 23rd Street (Well, actually take the A to the C train that stops on the local 23rd street stop, I know...but us New Yorkers say it like that to cut corners...we don't like to use 5 words when 3 will do, capesh?) then take the crosstown 23 Bus to 3rd Avenue.

BUT this weekend, there was HEAVY track work being done...almost everywhere!

Despite the headaches, we got to the store by 3:30pm...

As soon as we entered, I saw 2 nice summer shirts next to door...

UNlike my mother, I believe I have good taste in what I like to wear as opposed to mom's opinion of what should I wear. I like dark colors and solids, but I also have a taste for the flair...SHE believes in stripes, muti-color BOX patters, shirts that look like university or state flags with four colors covering each corner or something WAY bizarre!

I like rayon, she likes cotton, I like single needled, she like double knitted. She looks directly for the 30%-50% section, for me, I care nothing of price as long as it fits me well, feels nice and goes with my style...

See, I get my sense of taste from the one infulential aspect in my life...TV.

Shows like "The Sopranos", "CSI:Miami", and "Las Vegas"...they tell me how to dress.

So I wasn't afraid to get a nice white hawaiian shirt with green leafs to go with the few green slacks I have. MOM didn't like it because at the center of some leafs there was a white flower (She probably though it looked too fruity, tell that to James Gandolfini when he's holding a baseball bat over his shoulder...)

MOM was obsessed with buying a pair of jeans to "Walk around the house In", she believes I wear my good work clothes out when I continue to keep them on till the evening...

I can't help it, I don't have "around the house" clothes, I'm either wearing something I always go out in, or I wear nothing at ALL! (Which means I'm usually wearing my robe looking like Tom Cruise in "The Last Samurai").

The last time we were here she found a pair that SOMETIMES wear a bit too often (It's not like it's funky or anything, it just looks like it belonged to an auto mechanic now...) so she opted for darker blue pair that was lucky enough to fit me.

While I tried on other stuff, mom snuck off to get some dress socks and belt, along with other stuff I didn't need or wasn't looking for (Well, okay, I guess I DID need a belt, but it wasn't in the damn plan!).

We divided the clothes up and paid an even amount each. She brought the Jeans and one blue shirt that was acceptable, along with 3 pairs of dress socks...

I brought two nice exotic spring shirts and the belt. The whole fiasco took 45 minutes as opposed to mom shopping Psycho Sis or Baby Girl, which is an all day adventure with the demented witch getting an overpriced pair of boots or a thin leather jacket that has to double as her spring and autumn jacket because it's the price of two sensable coats AND getting an outfit that barely fits or is too small for baby girl.

Then psycho sis gets mad that mom paid for half my stuff not even thinking I paid the other half when she ain't GOT no damn money to buy anything cuz she spent it on junk she don't need! *sigh* I don't need to get worked up over her bullshit...

buying the clothes made me feel a little bit better after such a funky week.

Lord knows, I'm not getting any symphathy from my online audience (I personally believe that if someone from Iraq or Afghanistan were in my shoes, they'd STILL complain a little, damnit!...and true, that Reeve Orphan may be sad, but he got a damn TRUST FUND!!...that kid is SET 4 LIFE!)

I was really close to buying a slim PS2 this weekend so I could play my old games again, But I guess the clothes would be better. Yesterday I also brought a ticket to another concert (Yes, I'm going alone, again, damn I'm pathetic...), I'm getting out of control, here!

I got the Black Eyed Peas at MSG in three weeks on April 20th, now I just brought a ticket to see Mos Def, Erykah Badu, and The Roots at Radio City Music Hall in May (Whoo-HOO!). I'll just have to skip Dave Brubeck and the JVC Jazz Festival this year, unless I get a good job after soon.

Speaking of work (YUCK!), It seems we're coming to the end of this shitty UN assignment out in Queens. It's estimated we have around 10 more work days (Two Weeks) till we're done, then...who knows?

The powers that be may send me back to seacacus, or let me go for a while. In that happens, I've been working long enough to qualify for unemployment insurance again. I also got my tax refund (I gotta file!) to fall back on, so I'll be in good shape...

With the spring coming again, the Parks Department called back Psycho Sis to work with them for an unbelievable 3rd year in a row (well summer anyway...). She starts working on the 8th (A saturday?) so me and mom will be doing the babysitting thing EVERY GODDAMN weekend till school's out.

*SIGHS*...I haven't IM'd or emailed Irene all week, and judging by her blog she's got other things on her mind, I'm just one less wrinkle on the tablecloth that is her life...(Woah, good one!). She has a Blogger gathering in a couple weeks, I'l go to that, but after that... (I don't even wanna finish that thought...)

I'm thinking of taking April off (I know I just had a month off back in November!) and post song lyrics of tunes I feel kick ass...wheather I actually do that, depends if my mood changes by next week.

I'm out, ya'll

PEaCE!!!!

It's been a minute since I've posted, I dunno, I think I'm getting tired to doing this, too.

Thinking of chucking this blog away as well as withdrawing from societey in general...

I mean how many people can I possibly be reaching with my depressing adventures and opininated opinions?

It's had a good run, more than a year, maybe it's time to hang it up...Like Jordan, like Jay-Z, like Lennox Lewis, like Brett Farve...Oh, he didn't retire yet.

I dunno, man, I just dunno.

Music's been the only thing cheering me up, Ghostface Killah's upcoming album "Fishscale" is kinda tight...there's a killer track on there that hypes me up so much I repeat it over and over...It's called "The Champ", they don't make a video for that joint it'll be a tragedy...

I also finally heard Richard Ashcroft's latest album "Key's to the World" (He's the lead singer from The Verne of "Bittersweet Symphony" fame...) and he has a nice track called "Music is Power" that's awe inspiring...

I download so much shit it takes weeks before I even listen it it.

I'm STILL looking for the Moby Hotel Concert DVD. It's out everywhere but the US at the moment from what I gather, it won't hit our stores till April...

I don't know why I'm in this blue funk...maybe because it'll be a year since I've been here with mom soon, or this damn UN assignment in Queens (Which should have been done by now...)

It's just something about this time of the year...

Oh and one more thing...PEACE OUT TO THAT B!TCH @$$ N!GGA Terrell Owens!!! Have fun in Dallas, cuz they ain't goin nowhere, ya punk!

*sigh*

I don't think I can do it anymore.

I've had it up to here with my social life.

I don't understand, I'm charming, I'm pleasent, I'm inteligent, I can carry a conversatation...

I mean I know I'm a recluse, but I am trying...

But I guess I'm chasing a dream...

I had the distinct pleasure of expirencing the perfect relationship at a very young age and it's JUST NOT GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN...

So, I'm walking away...

No more attempted dates, no more IM's, emails, or good intentions, it's over.

I'll attend social gatherings at my leisure, but I refuse to let my social life paralyze me at home every weekend wondering what the hell to do.

The world out there is outside my reach.

Everyone has other obligations than to waste time with me so I'm not going to bother anymore.

I don't have a car, I don't have money, and I don't have my own place...why would ANY one want to be involved with me?

Shit, even if I was gay I couldn't probably find anyone.

So, that's it...spring is here and this bear's going in hibernation....indefinately!

Wake me up when it's time to die.

Staying with the music mood, I finally updated my Left Panel listing the songs that are in my MP3 Player!

It's sorta a peek inside the madness that is Jet Black, a window to my soul...

From the moment I step out of the house, till the moment I come back at the end of the day...my MP3 player is the Music Supervisor to the movie that is my life...

Whether I'm walking down the street to "BitterSweet Symphony" pretending to be in slow motion...

Or running on a train platform to tune of "Duel of the Fates" from Episode's One and Three...

My personal favorite (and often repeated) tracks on the list are...

"So Damn Beautiful" Every time I look in the mirror, baby...
"Runaway" (Del Shannon version not the Bill Conti track), beacuse I too be "Walking in the rain..."
"Tomorrow Comes Today" This will actually be my TV Show's proposed theme song in the opening credits, it's message tells me I need work hard and not put things off till tomorrow...because Tomorrow comes Today!
"5 Years" Of course anything by bjork is going to be in my head...ditto for "All is Full of Love"
"Harbour" This is a nice crusing track, if I had a motorcycle, I'd play this everytime I ride...
"Take Five" I love Jazz, 'specially Dave Brubeck

Music make my mundane life a bit more interesting and as you can see, I have a expanded taste that covers all types of genres.

take a peek, I recommend everything there for a first listen to the open ear, and if you know stuff simular to what you see here, feel free to tell me about it!

Laters!

'bout eight years ago...

I was wandering around Tower Records in the Village when a song came on the PA system that caught my ear. It was a hip hop group rapping over a Live Instrument type beat sort of like The Roots. The pounding of the drums and the use of trumpet horns reminded me of a beat I had heard in a video game (I kinda dig the whole Video Game soundtrack thing...), a cut-scene theme from the classic "Ninja Gaiden" (NES version from Tecmo circa 1989!). So, I went up to the DJ booth and asked "Who's that playing?" the guy digs behind the table and hands me the album "Behind the Front" by a little unknown upcoming band called THE BLACK EYED PEAS!...the rest is history.

It's amazing how a chance encounter can influence your taste in music. Just wander around the music store and you may hear something new you might like...

Fast Forward to today...

Moby's new Concert DVD for the "Hotel" tour (That I SHOULD of seen myself at Webster Hall last year!...UGH (Biting my clenched finger!)) came out this week and I went to the Virgin Megastore to pick it up.

For SOME bizarre reason the damn store didn't have in stock yet so I wandered around the electronic music section for a bit. A song came over the speakers that I started to feel...

It had a jazzy-flute/recorder thing to it. I LOVE the recorder! Not too many people play it in jazz these days. I have three albums by Bobby Militello (Who currently plays Sax and Flute for the Dave Brubeck Quartet) and I wish he'd do more solo albums.

So anyways, I go to the front info desk of the Electronic Music section and ask what's playing, he hands me the album "OM:Lounge Volume 10". The track in question was "Chopsticks" by J Boogie's Dubtronic Science (Weird name, huh?).

Without listening to the rest of the album, I played that one track over and over the whole night (When I get caught up in a track, I OD on it!).

I went to Amazon.com to look up some more from "J. Boogie" and found a couple other CD's to look for.

It's a cool feeling discovering new enjoyable music...expand your horizons, ya'll...
dive in to something you would never think of listening to, it just might blow your mind.

Oh, and by the way...that track that got me hooked on the 'Peas...was "Head Bobs", track 15.

PEACE!

You feel a flash of heat.

Your blood boils with rage. You don't think it's possible, but everything you see has a red hue.

You roll on the balls of your feet, you suddenly can't stand still...

The adrenaline spikes your brain, and your pulse starts to rise...

And in an instant, you're shuddering, shaking in place, trembling.

People are starting to stare at you now as your teeth start to chatter.

You don't necessary convulse, but it's as if you standing on the street in California during THE BIG ONE as your body starts to shake violently

Your eyes start rapidly blinking as the passengers around you back away in fear.

In the five longest minutes in the world someone finally gets the attention of the bus driver in the front.

...and then you lose control of your legs...and your bladder, and then it's light out.



You wake up three hours later at Lincoln Hospital.

A nurse asks if you're all right and explains what happens to you.

You get a bill for 720.00 and get dressed and get the hell out of there, that specific hospital contains bad memories for you.

Your name is Jet Black, and it's been two years since you had your first and last Nervious Breakdown. Two days after that, you resigned from your job in westchester.

Who would of thought the job would make you crack like that?

To the point where it became unhealthy...just to work!

All because of the people responsible...

The ones that betrayed you...

And the one who drove you over the edge, the one who tried to change your job description, to assign tasks that weren't yours to do...

Who would have imagined a single person could effect you that way!?!?

You miss the money you made, you miss the freedom it gave you, but then you think back to that bus...

...lying in a pool of your own urine, mind a complete blank and the answer is clear...

you had to get out.

No money in the world is worth your mental health, remember that, the next time you fee pissed off at work.

That's right!

I am offically bringing back the TV Production Meetup Group on Meetup.com The first meetup is in april, I hope to get some people to come, past meetups have been dismal, so I'm going to try and get things going. Maybe I can meet others that can help me...

Anyone in the city and has an interested in TV Production can join the group and then find out when the 1st meetup's gonna be and where...

As for the contest...

I'm still looking over the rules a bit, I still may keep my script in the contest to see if it wins.

We'll see...

Hey, guess what?...They found Water Geysers on a moon near Saturn...but who the hell cares?, it was 74 degrees today!!!...WHOO!!!!

Man, I went outside for lunch at 12:30 and I just wanted to cry. It was so nice, not too hot, a little breazy, but not enough to chill ya. Man it was awesome!

I SO wished I had something to do tonight...

Mom went to the movies after work to see "Madea's Family Reunion"

I came home and ordered a medium pizza from dominoes, if I wasn't gonna have candy, I had to reward myself with pizza! I caught an encore showing of "Lil' Kim's Countdown to Lockdown" and then treated myself to a nice peaceful bath...

fantasizing about Big Momma Queen Bee...

Ahhhh....bliss, baybee....

God I so need to get laid, soon...

"Two minutes with Jet" Tuesdays

you've been warned...

P.S. Segment Title has NOTHING to do with Mr. Black's sexual performance, so don't get it twisted, 'kay?

PEACE.

Imagine...

Dave Chappelle...

Lil' Jon...

Stone Cold Steve Austin...

and Noreaga the rapper (AKA NORE).

All in the same room together...looking at each other...

The possibilities are endless.

WHAT!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?!?

Wha-WHAT!?!??

WHAT!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?!?

Wha-WHAT!?!??

WHAT!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?!?

Wha-WHAT!?!??

All four of them saying "WHAT" for like twenty minutes straight. Someone get me a video editing machine, or a Mixer with four sample buttons! Or better yet, get the game Simon and attach each one's voice to a color...

WHAT!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?

WHAT!?!?!?!?

Wha-WHAT!?!??

For some strange reason, this came to me in a dream last night...I think the lack of candy is REALLY effecting my brain...

P.S. What is the deal with these reruns of LOST every other damn week!?!?!?

P.S.S. What ya'll think of that Ice Cube produced show "Black White" on FX???

Every once in awhile I like to reflect back a bit...

Still in the Wyclef mood, he also had a song called "Cheated...to all the ladies.". Now I've never cheated on a girl, but there is a long list of ladies my heart has gone out to...

To Shanna Edwards...

For making out with me in my closet every day after school before my mom came home.

To Mother's friend, Harvey's Daughter (who's name escapes me at the moment.)...

For all those times we played "House" in your room while our parents played Spades every weekend.

To Opal Robinson...

The VERY first girl to steal my heart. Your grandmother baby-sat me as a child and she always wanted us to be together, even as kids. As close as we were, running around with the other neighborhood kids, I think you knew there was something special between us. I don't know why you left the way you did...there are so many conflicting stories. Was your mother beating you?, Did you run away from home?, Did your mother send you away to your father who lived in California?, why DID you go away, and why do they say so little about you other than the fact that your're living out west...pieces of info I've gather are so mysterious. You were my FIRST true LOVE, and I actually FEAR the day I see you again...that's how much I loved you.

To Deidre...

Opal may have stolen my heart, but you were the first I GAVE it to. The only reference I can think of to describe our relationship is that we were like NEO and TRINITY. We loved each other, THAT much. I honestly don't think I would have made it through high school if it wasn't for you. Acedemically, physically, spiritully, you pushed me to go on when I reached my limits. You were the only person I let see me cry when my grandfather died. I didn't cry in the hospital, and home after the news, or at his funeral, mom thought the shock of his loss would drive me insane and wondered why I never cried, but then I took you to his gravesite, I fell to my knees and you held me in your arms as I wept quietly for over five minutes. I had never felt so vulrable, so exposed, and you comforted me during one of the worst moments in my life.

Then I lost you, and things just haven't been the same...

I still fail to see the reason why HE took you from me, maybe because it would be the only way to save my soul, that the only way I wouldn't fall into the abyss is if I had something I value the most waiting for me at the end. So that's why I haven't turned yet, he's holding you hostage for my soul and knows that I would do anything and everything to see you again, to hold you in my arms, to tell you one more time that I love you.

I WILL see you, again...I swear it.

To Sonia Yi...

For showing me the world outside the horizon. For introducing me to culture, music, and art. For my continued education in sex anf foreplay, for introducing me to erotica. I taught you english, you help me survive those annoying Business prerequiste classes at Brauch. You taught me the wonderful things I can do with my tongue and I will never forget that. We had a lot in common both being victums of car accidents, but in true culture clashing fashion, your interpetation of "Love" involved an abundence of generosity, and it came to the point where my "NEGRO PRIDE" (her words not mine...) got the best of me. I refused to be your trophy, letting you buy me whatever I wanted, so I had to do the unthinkable...I broke your heart. I wouldn't say I'm proud of what I did, it...just had to be done, and for that, I'm, NOT sorry (you read right...).

To Nefertti McNeil...

Jealousy...

It's something I had never expirenced before I met you, and something I vow never to feel again after what happened between you and I. I never thought I would actually fall for someone in the workplace, I thought I was better than that, but when you started working at the library I was in, I couldn't take my eyes away from you. And when I learned you were involved with someone else, I never felt rage like I did back then. It's one of those things that haunts me in my sleep, what I did back then. I will honor you with my story...I'll tell it the way it happened, and while people may not think I was responsible for what happened...I know I was, and for that I AM sorry.

My second season of the show will be dedicated to you.

To Jersey City (aka My Ex)...

There was a long period of downtime before I got involved with matters of the heart once again by dating you. Times had changed, technology had advanced and now there was this new crazy thing called the internet which had been around for around four or five years now, and there was the threat of Y2K around the corner. Movies like "You got Mail" taught us that MAYBE you can find your true love in cyberspace.

And that's where "Usagi" met "Lushis" (not our real Nicknames, only shortened.) on TalkCity through WebTV. A cashier working after school in a supermarket, and a temp working Lockbox for Chase Bank in early 1999. We talked all into the wee hours, online and on the phone...and then started dating on the regular. I treated you like royalty. We went everywhere...you were even the Very first girl I brought home to introduce to the family. Not even the girl I was ready to MARRY had that honor! ALL my past relationships had been a secret (Hell, mom probably believed I was still a virgin...), and then I introduced them to you. My mother was nice, but she had this insane theory that I was getting involved with someone only to compete with my sister who had just given birth to her only grandchild. She thought I was jealous and trying to get deeply involved with someone, ANYone just to "catch up" to my sister. She tried to warn me about you, but I didn't listen...Her theory was abusrd of course, but she did have good intentions warning me not to get too deep, but I didn't listen. Things went so fast and soon we became lovers. It had been so long since, but you didn't complain, soon we were like rabbits, I guess we did go too fast too soon, intimicy soon turnned to isolation when you started college in the fall, and all of the sudden, I became a liability. In the time thereafter you admitted there was no one else waiting for you that you needed space to work on your studies, and part of me wants to believe that...BUT I knew better. When it comes to college, there's always the next man right around the corner, and me playing the role of long distance boyfriend "back home" (where in fact it was right here in the city!), I knew it was only a matter of time.

A lesser man would feel PLAY'D...I wined and dined you with my money, and you fucked me out of pity, again, and again, and again...

What pains me is you probably did it out of obligation, and if that was the way you felt, I wish you hadn't done it at all...I rathered you spend my money and treat me like shit, just like any other woman would probably do out there...but when we had sex, it was because I thought you loved me, because I loved you (damn, you.).

I may have not shed a tear for you, but I almost wish I could, because the feeling you left inside me...I wouldn't wish on ANYone.

I can truly say because of you, I may never treat a woman the way my heart wishes to, because, the in back of my mind, I will always compare them to you.

You broke the heart of the last romantic person in New York City. I hope you're happy where ever you call home.

Part 2 coming soon...

I have had yet another revelation...

I am trying to win the affections of someone who is out of my reach. Someone who's untouchable.

Which brings me to one, Remy Lebeau...(Click on these cool comics scans to read 'em).


























Former Thief, and member of the X-Men. Born and raised in N'awleans. Has the cool ability to charge objects with stored kinetic energy, turing anything into a explosive. His weapon of choice are playing cards that he skillfully throws like darts or ninja stars.

"Gambit" (code name) has set his sights on seducing the tought-as-nails southern belle, "Rogue" who's unique mutant power prevents ANY form of physical contact with another without causing serious harm.

One touch, a kiss, anything...and it's lights out.


















Remy, being the scoundrel that he is has a tendicy to shoot himself in the foot at times when it comes to getting close with Rogue, one bad comment or remark, and he usually ends up in the doghouse. But sometimes, the two click on more levels than they rather admit.


























I feel like I'm going through the motions. Weather, wakes, worship obligations, everything has been throw in my way to prevent this first step...

I don't know what it is with is woman, why she occupies my mind so...

Dinner at the revolving resturant in the Times Square Hilton Hotel...

...Halloween Brunch and Jekyel & Hyde

A handsome cab ride through Central Park...

These are things I see myself doing, just out of second nature and it's just feels like I'm ice-skating uphill...


























I mean, I know being a single parent is tough, family is everything, and who am I to stand in a way of a mother spending valuable time with her child? I'm just a guy, who'd worship the ground she walks on, who'd do everything he could to comfort her on her worst day, who would put a smile on her face even if she didn't want one...

I'm offering genuine human companionship with the potential of bliss, happiness and well-being...isn't everyone entitled to that?!?! Isn't that worth working hard for? (changes tone into "Morpheus Mode"), Isn't that worth DYING for?

Rogue herself is naturally dificult to interact with due to her powers. There's a running gag implying she has "A way with Men" meaning she hasn't always been good with relationships.

SO, how can it happen? The lone maverick working on the side of the angels, and the woman who has become an island...isolated and untouchable.

I dunno, maybe I'm just venting because I haven't had any candy in a week, the lack of sugar is making me snap...

But one must ask himself, "Why aggervate yourself?, why don't you just give up?"

I think he said it best, "...Don't nobody know why Gambit loves A challenge."

















I'm not one to give up easy, and I believe the harder the fight, the better the reward.

I saw "Block Party" this afternoon, it was funny. Wasn't really Eddie Murphy's "RAW" funny, or even Eddie Griffin's "Disfunksional Family" funny, but it had it's moments, the music performances were cool, all but Dead Prez, I really don't see what my man Dave sees in those crazy cats, they had to feel out of place compared to all the rest of the performances...

I got home at around 6:30pm, and naturally I was greeted by my niece who was over with mom and me for the day (Which was why I left the house early for the movie...)

She came rushing up to me with her new CD Player she got for christmas (I'm suprise she hasn't broken it, yet...), screaming at the top of her lungs...

"Uncle LESLIE, you gotta make me a CD!!!...I want Aly and AJ...can you make it for me, please!!?!?!?"

"What?...Who?" I asked looking at the child...

The she starts sing the words to their hit single...

"DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU...THIS IS THE END..." (She's NOT ready for American Idol!)

This is all greek to me so I calm her down and tell her I can check...

I checked all my usual downloading websites and came up with zip.

Then I found this site from the UK, which allows you to download longs for as little as .10, entire albums for at least 2.00 or less. The song she wanted was called "Rush", I asked her for the .10 and decided to burn the whole album for her anyways.

"Where does she get this taste for WHITE music?" I asked mom.

Mom scoffed, "You're talking about HER liking white music mister "I-Love-Moby", and that silly swan wearing Bee-Jor-Ork girl!"

"Ha-ha, very funny, and her name is pronounced "BEE-YORK" (Bjork), the "J" is pronounced like a "Y" in iceland!

With two movies down, I plan to finish my New Movie Weekend Hat-Trick by seeing "16 Blocks" tomorrow.

Should I be worried that my niece is being brainwashed by candy-corny Bubble-Gum Pop on TV? or am I just being paranoid?

Let's face it, I can, and will not ever be able to play a musical instrament at a decient level. I mean, I was one of those kids who begged my mom for a Casio SK-1 with the sampler and when I got a regular one, I couldn't even play "The Little Prince".

True piano is probably the one thing I would love to master, but there's a part of me that digs the guitar...

SO with that in mind, I was looking as some of the Chappelle's Show season 2 episodes on DVD the other night and I saw the one with Wyclef as the music guest. He played a nice simple (yet a bit repetative) ditty called "If I was president..."

Now, me being the lonely brother that I am...I decided to improvise a bit on that song with a mixture of Alicia Keys' "If I was your Woman".

I'm still working on it a bit so here's just a few bars off the top of my head...

(Strums up imaginary acoustic guitar)

Irene, my love...this one's for you.

(plays intro)

If I was your boyfrieeeend...
If I was your Boyfrieeeend...
If I was your boyfrieeeend...

If I was your Boyfrieeeend...I'd Tivo every "Top Model"...
I would let you LEAD and I would follow...
I'd never drink straight out the bottle...
And I would never ask you to SWALLOW (If you know what I mean...)

Oh IF I was your BOYfrieeeeend...

I'd love you till I die...
would never make you cry...
and would never EVER stray my Eye.

Yeah Girl, If I was your boyfrieeeend....

I'd Tivo every "Top Model"...
I would let you LEAD and I would follow...
I'd never drink straight out the bottle...
And I would never ask you to SWALLOW (If you know what I mean...)

SO IF I was your boyfrieeeend....

I'd would hear every word said.
put the rose petals on the bed.
and would never hesitate...to give you head. (If you know what I mean...)

One more time now, If I was your boyfrieeeeend....

I'd Tivo every "Top Model"...
I would let you LEAD and I would follow...
I'd never drink straight out the bottle...
And I would never ask you to SWALLOW (And that's real...)

IF I...IF I...IF IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII....WAS.....YOUR....Boooooooyfrieeeeend!

Cha, cha, cha!

And I never took a songwriting lesson in my LIFE!!!


Thank you, thank you very much, good night!

Ash Wednesday, 1st day of Lent. Didn't see many marked foreheads in the streets today, it's wonder anyone goes to church in the city anymore. After an long and hard evaluatition, I've decided to give up candy for lent. No more Sweet Tarts, Starburst, Skittles, Twix, or any Chocolate in it's candy form (Chocolate Chip Cookies don't count...). This is going to be tricky, I'll have to depend on Fruit Snacks in the meantime.

The first friday's coming up again, which means I'm going to try to see this Hip Hop Karaoke at Rothko for sure time time, I hope...

I also plan on doing a marathon movie run by seeing all three new movies this weekend. Dave Chappelle's "Block Party", the sci-fi flick, "UltraViolet", and Bruce Willis' "16 Blocks". Friday, Saturday, Sunday...Boo-YA!. This could be the beginning of the spring box-office movie season. I plan to see "V is for Vendetta" next weekend, too.

The Screenwriter's Dig has once again contacted me about their contest...

They revisited their contest rules and clarified the prize package award a bit. As a top ten finalist I'm entitled to at least $1500.00...in company shares (as in NOT REAL F*%king money!) and if I don't win the grand prize but my concept is still interesting enough to be taken to hollywood, I can be compensated up to $50,000 (In cash.) for the idea within the next year and a half. It's a bit up in the air my involvment if it's brought this way as opposed to if I actually won. Translation:"If I don't make the top 3, they MAY take the show off my hands out of mercy and try to make money off it anyways, promising me chump change if it's a hit or not.

I gotta sign this damn agreement before I find out where I'll place. It almost sounds like these bastards may wanna steal my idea. After waiting all this time, I almost feel like bailing out, it's a gamble, I wanna think about it for a weekend.

I've got some cool new ideas for the blog that I my spring up soon, I also wanna FINALLY update the photo blog with all my latest pics. Till then...it's off to the coal mines...

PeaCE!

(Damn, Imma miss those Sweet Tarts...)