Wasting time with Jet

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1. If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, the dots will remain only one color, pink.

2. However if you stare at the black "+" in the center,

the moving dot turns to green.

3. Now, concentrate on the black "+" in the center of the picture for a longer time. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see a single green dot rotating. Its amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see. Its beyond me how it works .

COOL EH?

Remember I said Death Comes in Threes?

Damn, they REALLY did it, son!

They Killed 'm!

I've never seen justice so swift, well except when the police shoot 50-some odd bullets at a brother....DAMN!

When you think of someone you care about in pain...

When you think of them alone out there, waiting for a word of hope from someone...

When you want to BE that someone...

....Just pick up the phone and CALL, you DICK!...

You actually grab the phone for a sec, scroll thru the phonebook...

and you freeze on her name, it staring at you in the face...

and your hand actually starts to shake.

30 seconds go by and it feels like an eternity.

THEN, you flip the phone closed and get dressed.

...You have to go to work.

Three Shirts and a Pocket SuDoku electronic game.

I gave mom the 1st Season of "Martin" on DVD

Baby Girl got "Bratz:Diamonds" for her DS.

Psycho-Lesbo-Sis got CD's by Ciara and Monica and an extra Memory card for the mp3 player.

The Eagles won (Best Christmas Present EVER!) so, I guess I'll be sticking around a lil longer, kiddies.

And now, a nauseating story for ya!

Something about riding the train with mom, we have THE MOST craziest conversations.

So, coming back home from seeing "Pursuit of Happyness" mom tells me Baby Girl still sometimes sleeps with mom in her bed.

Hell, back in the day, all three of us squeezed in a Queen Size...

But Psycho-Lesbo-Sis's "Friend" be there too...and apparently they try to "Sneak" a couple of moments of affection when they THINK the little one is sleep.

But apparently she isn't.

The sheer THOUGHT of my sister making out with another GIRL is disgusting, but the thought of a child bearing witness or even AWARE!

THAT cannot be good for the child, it's liable to warp her into some deranged...man I don't even wanna imagine.

Talk about "Don't wake The Baby" ala "Jungle Fever"

Imma be brief because at this time, I should be sleeping because I have to work tonight (Yeah, I know, a bitch, but whaddya gonna do?)...

The Godfather's Dead...Sad

Saw "Happyness"...Slow, even Sadder, Silly Narration, Mom cried, I didn't, but the movie has a great payoff at the end.

The existence of this blog lies in the result of a Football game.

If the Eagles beat the Cowboys, thus clinching the Wild Card...I will continue on to 2007...

...If not, this blog and every other blog attached will cease to exist, New Year's Day 2007, it will end...nothing will change my mind.

There you have it...

Game Time is in less than 20 minutes that I write and post this...I'm going back to get a few more hours sleep.

PEACE (and on this day, I REALLY mean it.)

I get tagged by KimmyK for something!

Just in time for the holidays.

Here we go...

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Hot Chocolate. Nog is yucky

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Sits, Wrapping became messy and overrated after we ourgrew Lincoln Logs, Legos and Star Wars Models.

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? Both, color lights mixed with those annoying white lights that blink and sing christmas carols.

4. Do you hang mistletoe? Um, no...that's usually from the drunks and sluts at Office Parties.

5. When do you put your decorations up? Usually the 2nd week of December.

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding desserts)? Cinnamon Rolls

7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child: Graddaddy getting me my APPLE IIc, after I cried asking mom for a Commodore 64, If and when I become a grandfather, I plan to SPOIL the HELL outta my Grandchildren.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Ooooh, bad memory time...I think I was 10 or 11, I snuck outta bed (Swearing I heard Sleigh Bells, even though we lived in a High Rise with only a terrace and no chimney!) and made my way to the living room...I hear some scotch tape tearing off, sneak through the Dining Room into the kitchen and hide behind the clothes dryer. From there I see mom in the corner of the living room under the tree taping a note on the box of a Atari 5200...the note says not to open till she gets up...she suddenly turns around, sees me behind the dryer and shreks in fright...scared out of her wits as I grin an evil grin and yell "Gotcha!" It would have been terrible if she had a heart attack, thank god she didn't!

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We used to have one freebie, but not anymore.

10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? One step at a time...Putting the tree in the stand, the wrap-around fringes, the icicles, the ball ornaments, the miniature ornaments, a dash of snow frosting, the lights and then the star.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? I hate it. Love It, always have and always will!

12. Can you ice skate? Um, I'm black...so, no.

13. Do you remember your favorite gift? I'll never forget, despite computers, gaming systems, etc, etc...my favorite gift was my Optimus Prime Transfomer. It cost 30 dollars back then (which is like 60 dollars current time) and mom was SO pissed because right after she gave it to me (Couple of weeks), we saw the VHS release of TRANSFORMERS:The Movie (I never saw it in the theaters...) and found out Optimus was KILLED while fighting Megatron (The bad guy that turns into the Gun)...All I remember was mom grumbling "Thirty F**king Dollars" over and over again...

14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? It's not presents, it's isn't even family...It's just charity...the act within itself, no amount too small or big, no task a burden to others, just spreading goodwill to others who normally wouldn't catch a break in their lifetime. The disabled, the disenfranchised, the minority, the second class, women, the elderly...whoever demands respect. Just administering it without hesitation, that's what this holiday is all about.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? Any kind of christmas candy.

16. What was your favorite holiday tradition? We really weren't the tradition type of family.

17. What tops your tree? It used to vary, between a star or an angel.

18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? I've always been a "Giver" because receiving gifts has been SUCH an expirence (Extreme, paralyzing Joy...or Hurtful, Agonizing Pain).

19. What is your favorite Christmas Song? Classical Christmas Music, The Nutcracker Suit, "Little Fugue" by Bach, I hate carols with words to memorize or over-zealously religious...the best are instrumentals.

20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? Yum...except current abominations like Tootsie Roll Candy Canes or Sweet Tart or Starburst Candy Canes...leave the original be!

21. Who do want to tag? Well let's see....I'll let everybody off the hook since it's christmas!

22. What is on your wish list for Christmas? IN the words of Castor Troy (Nicolas Cage) in "Face/Off"..."Take one gaddamn Guess!" (Evil Grin)

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PEACE!

and MERRY CHIRSTMAS!!!

So instead of brooding about the past on why I hate this time of the years, I decide to go mum for a week or two. Meanwhile...MORE BULLSHIT hits the fan.

And as usual, it all starts with Psycho-Lesbo-Sis...

First, the Dipstick of a Baby-Father fed-ex's my niece's chirstmas gift...A Nintendo DS Lite. Seriously, does a 8 year old GIRL need a 149.99 dollar advanced PDA-like portable system to treat as a toy? The damn thing comes with a stylus for crissake! That's just waiting to get lost or broken. That whole "Touch-Screen" technology is not easy to do, she barely plays with her regular Game Boy....It's just STUPID and Spoiling the child rotten!

This whole situation put Psycho-Sis up in arms with HIS side of the family and she's calling down south cursing on the phone every other minute...

THEN she goes on this mission to find MOM the perfect christmas gift after so many failure with past holidays and birthdays (The Toaster Oven fire, the Can Opener Thumb-Cutting Incident, the winter coat allergy fiasco, etc...) I've finally come to my senses and get a simple gift to open that morning...and buy a gift with her that she wants AFTER christmas...BUT NO, this bitch has other plans.

While doing the birthday jewelry shopping expedition (Which apparently resulted in mom buying sis a 200 dollar chain she DOESN'T like!) she claims she remembers mom liking a bracelet for 120.00 She asks me to go half on it, but when we get there she tries it on and it's too small...

We should know better than to try and surprise her like that, she needs to try something like than on and make sure it fits right.

So then she says lets get her a Digital Camera...she saw one in a Blockbuster ad for 120 dollars, not remembering the make, model or nothing. We went through this with the damn Cheap-ass DVD player from Radio Shack! And I'm just correcting that mistake now, I'm not about to throw money away on a bullshit knick-knack camera!

So I take her 60 and tell her I'll find something, but I tell mom the whole story and she breathes a sigh of relief that we didn't buy anything and tells me not to bother.

But this is not registering with Psycho-Bitch so she's blowing up my cell, leaving cursing messages and shit and just plain trippin'

WE GO THROUGH THIS SHIT EVERY FUCKING YEAR!

Before, it was where we were gonna be...Mom's House or Her Place...now, with her Lesbian Lover practically there all the time, there's no question...Mom goes in the morning, BY HERSELF, I stay home...I have to go to work that night anyway (I have Sunday off, but Monday Night is like a Tuesday so they're expecting us to come in.)

I hate this shit...I just wanna be alone somewhere, ANYwhere till this is done.

Today, I went to the movies to see that dragon movie, "Eragon". Sunday, Mom wants to see "Pursuit of Happyness", so I said cool, I go with...I'll probably see "A Night at the Museum" this weekend, too.

I would like to work on my Year in Review post, but once again, I'm getting bored with things like this blog...

It's time to let fate play a role on whether or not I should keep this goin...

Stay Tuned

Decision 2007 is upon us!

Been on an emotional rollercoaster as of late

While the rest of the world is off being happy, I'm sitting in the dark waiting for 3 spirits to visit me in the middle of the night.

I've been trying so hard to recall the fucked up Christmas memories and have Post Drafts a plenty waiting be to completed.

Shit like this really gets to you when you think back and recall as many details as possible.

It's like forcing opening a wound that was stitched up, fucking around with the thread and shit.

It REALLY hurts.

What does it matter, thou...It's not like anyone's reading this blog lately, or ARE they and they're just not leaving comments?

Well, like I said, everything is working out for everyone around me...online and otherwise.

Irene's on cloud nine and we barely IM anymore...JOE is spending a nice Christmas in Jacksonville for the first time...The Bastard brought the Nintendo Wii for his son (and himself, of course), KimmyK battles germs but I'm sure she's happy as a Who from Whoville about the upcoming holidays

I can't leave comments on FIRE5's blog for some god-forsaken reason which means he's having a blast tinkering with it, change templates or two every-so-often...

I think the UP side for me is that work is getting better, the machine has finally been tamed and mastered, so long I keep the extra maintenance up, although I am getting weird stares by everyone who sees me bringing in cotton swabs...

There's so much crap I wanna do during the day, and I'm doing it, little by little...

I wanna get my place presentable so I can have escorts coming to MY place whenever I feel the itch...MOM's getting all Christmas Kooky putting up decorations and stuff.

Gotta treat myself this friday, my last two fridays have been crazy ass adventures (The Couch and Chirstmas shopping with Mom and Psycho-Sis), fuck that, I need some ME-TIME! Go to Tower Records in Lincoln Center before it closes, hit the Virgin Megastore, see a movie, browse around Barnes and Noble, hit the Seaport, just to walk around...

I just hope it doesn't fucking rain...

I think I've cursed too many times on this fucking post...

shit

damn.

Ah, well.

I'm not a Wine Cooler guy, but I STILL sing this from time to time...

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

There was a time when ABC had so much faith in LOST it could put it against ANYTHING...

EVEN "American Idol".

BUT now...The Powers That Be don't think the show can take on Big Bad Simon...so what does it do? They push it later on at night to 10PM! A first I believe, for LOST!

Going against CSI:NY and now MEDIUM?!?

With the way things are going...LOST will probably put everyone to sleep by 10:30pm airing so late (That's what happens to my mom on most nights, expect for "Without a Trace" when it was on Thursdays...she fall asleep during ANY 10-11pm show on any network!)

Look like LOST is getting the "ALIAS-in-it's-final-years" treatment...what next? It moves to Saturday or Sunday?

Anyways...

I'm having headaches enough TAPING MEDIUM and looking at CSI:NY online...moving it to 10pm reinforces my intentions to NEVER see another episode again...

Keep it up, ABC...you're batting a 1.000

I've been on a REAL BUSTA RHYMES kick lately so I had to put two titles to this post, the second's a semi-famous track from his album "GENESIS"...

ANYhooo...

When it comes to BLOGS, I have...

My Inspiration...(I gotta change that hyperlink on the side...)

My Alter-Ego

My American-Hating, Smut Peddin' Canuck from the North...

My Country Grammar Good Read

And then there's KIMMYK...

The Michael Jordan of Blogger...

The, The, FREAKIN' MAN (even thou she a woman..)

Whether the ghoulish and freakishly cool comic strips, the abstract picture posts, the audioblogs, the Half-Nekkid Thursdays, if it was cool it was on her blog at one point or another...now KimmyK raised the bar yet again with AUDIO COMMENTS!

Hear your voice online and leave a comment for KimmyK, HOW COOL IZ THAT!

SO, those of ya'll out there curious about how I sound...check out her blog, because you won't see that high tech stuff HERE!

Peace!

Ripped again from "Overheard in New York"...


"Nah, She's Faking the Hysteria, Too"

Boyfriend: I'm sorry, I just can't be with you anymore. You're too clingy.
Girlfriend: I'm not clingy! I fucked, like, ten other guys!
Boyfriend: While we were dating?
Girlfriend: Whatever, it was because you're not that good in bed. Oh, yeah, I faked all my orgasms, by the way. And my boobs? --Aren't water balloons!
Boyfriend: Dude. First of all, we're on a motherfucking-packed subway. Second of all, being a crazy bitch isn't going to help your case.
Girlfriend starts crying hysterically: You can't break up with me! I love you! I love you! I love you!
Stranger, to boyfriend: If you're thinking of killing yourself after this, I sell knives.

--Brooklyn-bound L train

I swear, you CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP!!

Still here, just taking a break before the Year-End Blogging begins...

So, while juggling IM's from 2 lovely ladies...the moment of truth arrives from Contestant #1 who I've been suspect about from day #1.

You talk about your time INVESTED, sheesh! This girl really was feeding me a line...

So, the story so far was She's out there in Jersey, she's traveled all around the world, she's an invester, stock market-playa what have you and she goes On and On about the price of Gold...

Meanwhile, on the personal tip, I get some more personal info and PLENTY of more pics to ogle at (*WOLF WHISTLE*...this chick is NIIIICEEEE!...I'm talking "LOVELY" nice, and it's been awhile since I thought about HER!)

Last week, she hints that she can't wait anymore, she wants to meet, she goes on and on about how "God as fated us together, you're the one I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with, yadda, yadda, yadda,...WHO TALKS LIKE THIS?!?!?), so I say cool and as we start to set up a date and time...BOOM! Allofdasudden she says she has to take a trip where else...GHANA. Red Flags and Alarms start blaring instantly. At first I almost thought she wanted me to go with her (Yes, we were THAT serious...) in which I would have replied "I gotta Work." while inside think "HEEEEELLLLL NOOOOOO!"

She ends saying she's going on her own to BUY some gold and when she comes back we'll get bizzay till the cows come home...so, I'm okay, no biggie, I can wait a few more days (By simply staring at all her lovely pictures she's sent me, :) )

So a day or 2 goes by and apparently, Ghana is 5 hours ahead of us so IM'd got a bit tricky. Plus she doesn't have a laptop or anything so she's using a public computers somewhere...and THAT'S when the other shoe drops...

All of the sudden, lil miss investor chick...is stranded in ghana with NO Money to get back to the States...She apparently spent all her money on a deal to send some gold back to her place in New Jersey...and after all that...WEEKS of IM's now we get to the SUCKER PUNCH! She said she needed 170 dollars for the airfare and 500 dollars for Customs Duties!...WHAT THE FUCK!?!?

I WAS SO not hearing it...

Talking about the duties id jus money to hold on to while you flying, and she'll give it right back to me if I meet her at the airport...GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!

Oooooh, she almost had me folks....she was laying on that sobb story GOOD, yo...

Man, I could imagine how many OTHERS she probably scammed with this "Dame in Distress" act...

But for all I know, it could be true, she is out there can't call anyone else for help...her parents died in a plane crash...she didn't mention any friends...but still! I ain't got it like that, and if I did, I would have needed to meet her FIRST, before considering helping her...

So, I pleaded my case and told I couldn't help...she played the sad violins and finally gave up trying to guilt me...

The End. I KNEW it was too good to be true! DAMN!

Imma change that post and remove those pics...who knows if they were really her from jump street...but I gotta WHOLE lot more where those came from, and scam or not...I got what I invested my time for IM'ing all day and night *WINK*


So, where one story ends...

Another begins...

I'll tell ya about the NEW object of my affections... :)

stay tuned!