Thursday, June 29, 2006
I received a mission yesterday from the SBO (Secret Brother Organization).
I was told that somewhere on the planet Uranus lies a secret weapon.
I was told that I must find the clues.
I was told in order to get to Uranus I had to look at this picture to find the clues.
I was told that it was IMPERATIVE that I look at this butt.
I was told "As always, should you or any of your Blogging IM force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Brother".
Then I had black smoke in my face.
What can I say, what couldn't I say I had to accept this mission although it was a difficult one. So I stared at the picture for a long time, and I couldn't help but stare because the butt is a secret weapon of some kind. I wasn't given any specifics, but there were clues in the email. But there is one thing puzzling me, why does this butt look like some form of abstract art. I guess it doesn't matter ass (I meant as) long I can see that it's a nice butt, I can't tell if she is slightly bent over trying to flaunt one of her best assets, or if someone just cut the rest of her body out of the picture because they were just trying to check out the Derriere while taking the shot.
In any case I was getting away from the subject. I stared and stared and stared, until finally something hit me... We have no way of reaching Uranus, let alone breathing and tolerating the cold (-360 Deg. F) So I gave up searching and just stared at the butt.
Hey Guys, Whose Butt am I looking at anyways...Uh Guys???
Monday, June 26, 2006
Apparently my subconscious lulled me into really getting that sucker cleaned. I mean Clean! I was under the impression that I put just enough detergent in the washer, but I put a little too much....
Somewhere in there lies my shirt...I think! I guess I REALLY needed to get rid of the bird cooties! During my vacation I did a number of things. My birthday which happened to fall on Father's Day, also happened to be during my vacation. What did I do, I went and got a new MP3 Player. It sounds excellent, and it can hold up to 4000 songs. It may not have as much space as the Ipod, but at least it holds 3500 more songs than my other MP3.
I was pretty much sad on my birthday. I didn't do much of anything. Later on that night I went online to look for something to make me laugh, and I found it. I went to one of my favorite websites newgrounds.com. I went and found this hilarious flash animation and song that just doesn't make any sense. I like things like that, but not in my movies though. It's called Crabs, and if you want to see it, make sure you have the Adobe flash player (formerly Macromedia). If you don't have it you can get it here. Also, if you don't have a fast internet connection, it will take a long time to see it. I personally think it's worth the wait though. It cheered me up on my birthday. I was cracking up when I saw it! I must warn you that Newgrounds has some questionable content on there site, however it's not a lot. If you want to see it elsewhere you can see it here at Weebls Stuff. Just don't drink or eat anything while watching this. Especially Crabs!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
My mind needs some exercise
My mind is playing tricks on me
My mind is looking to the blue sky
I feel lonely
I feel tired
I feel "tired"
I feel tears
When I wake up, I wish for a good day
When I wake up, I think of the past
When I wake up, I wish for memory loss
When I wake up, I miss...
I am not supposed to
listen to Rock because of my skin color
I am not supposed to
Cry because I am man
Am I not supposed to just Be
Broken by what one sister said to the youngest
For an answer to all of the questions plaguing me
My nephew is seeing into the future
Is what I am scratching and clawing for
is ultimately what I seek
I can't grasp
How is one supposed to LIVE
Without further Ado
Oops Forgot the Manual
time to Eat
Force Fed this Reality
Not Palatable to me
Friday, June 23, 2006
Meaning- sad from being alone: feeling sad, or causing a feeling of sadness, because of being alone
This is how I am feeling right now. You want to know whose fault it is? It's my own fault. I hold my feelings back afraid that someone will turn around and use them against me. I don't trust anyone because I once let my guard down and people took advantage of me.
You can call it cowardice, you can call me a fool. Who knows maybe the people who called me these things are right.
Today I went and I saw the movie Click. It's the new Adam Sandler movie about a "universal remote control" that allows people to control things in there surrounding enviroment. It is a pretty good movie. Without going into details let me just say that by the end, I felt like Sandler's character.
In Hollywood there is the twist leading to the Happily Ever After!
In real life...
I felt like I took things for granted, and I wish I hadn't missed out on so many aspects of my life. I let my fear control and dominate me. I think it's kind of ironic that one of the people who hurt me most, tried to convince me to live my life. I can't go back get what I have missed out on.
I also feel like if I let someone get to know me, they will end up eventually hating me. I once heard everyone saying, "Charles you are a good person", and you know what, I turned it around and made it into something negative. If I am such a good person, why do I often have to deal with people saying bad things about me. How I dress, my taste in music, my taste in television, my taste in food, why does this even matter? Even if I did get over these feelings, I wouldn't even know where to begin. I am not good at starting conversation. I'm not smart like most of the bloggers I see out here, and I definitely don't have writing abilities like two of my favorite reads. Sometimes I feel like I lack something "special".
Just to feel a sense of belonging. I wish I could say I knew what that felt like.
I think turning a year old has affected me a little.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Today is a big day! For all of the fathers out there today, they will have breakfast in bed, dinner at restaurants, presents, and some TLC. It's a good day for fathers, but you know what, it's supposed to be a big day for me.
All of you fathers out there have robbed me of my birthday. This was supposed to be my day. Now I can't go out to any restaurants, because they will be packed. I probably won't be able to get a seat in a movie theatre either, unless I want to go see Garfield 2, which I don't. What do I do then, I guess I could go shopping, but if I have learned anything about holidays, its that there is always last minute shoppers. I swear if I hear, "are you buying this for your father" the cashier won't live to see tomorrow. If they are lucky I will do what the blogger formerly known as Mad Secretary suggested to me ( I think I may use this today Emily).
Seriously what do I plan to do on this father's birthday (which by the way happens every seven years)? I plan to buy a squirt gun and squirt every dad I see. That or buy a new MP3 player and a few movies. I really want a new car, a zoom lens for my camera, some new clothes, a new computer, and a winning lotto ticket for at least one million dollars. You think that's possible, probably not...
Anyways I'm 13 now, and I don't feel any younger. Did I say 13, I meant I am 31 now and I don't feel any older. I can't believe it. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd make it to 24. Being the age of 31 is a blessing. I was so depressed when I was a teen and I thought I would end up commiting suicide. I remember my 12 grade English teacher saying that a young black male is lucky to make to 24. Him and I had a heated discussion because I refused to believe his statistic. Then it wouldn't leave my head and it ended up embedded in my memory. I guess I am lucky huh.
I wanted to make this birthday a special one, but I have no idea what I can do, that the father's aren't doing.
Shopping it is!
Here is a video by Mondo Grosso featuring "You Know Who". If you don't know who I am talking about you should read my journal more. I feel it's kind of relative to "growing".
If you notice to two kids at "six year olds" walking, then they eventually get to someone at "sixteen years old", and finally someone "a little older than before". I think it's a cool video concept, and a beautiful song performed by Amel Larrieux.
If there is anyone else celebrating a birthday out there. Happy Birthday to you, and to all of you fathers out there. Happy Father's day.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Hey everyone. I was reading an article in the Democrat and Chronicle way back when that said that Rochestarians (like me), speak funny. I'll it post here!
Vowels speak volumes among 'funny-talking' Raachesterians
(March 16, 2006) We may not know it, we may deny it and we might even be embarrassed about it, but a Pennsylvania linguist insists we talk funny in Raachester.
William Labov, a linguistics professor at the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia, calls our dialect the "northern city shift," claiming we say our vowels a bit more oddly than other parts of the country.
"In all of western New York state, words with the letter 'A,' such as 'man,' 'Stan,' they shift and you begin to say the vowel of 'yeah,' " Labov says.
And there are twists to our pronunciation of other vowels. When we say "desk," others may hear us say "dusk."
In many parts of the country, the words "cot" and "caught" sound identical. Not in Rochester. And, to our credit, the dictionary denotes a subtle difference.
Labov recently co-wrote Atlas of North American English: Phonetics, Phonology and Sound Change (available, with a CD, for $620 from Amazon.com). While mainly written for libraries and linguists, he hopes a less technical and less expensive version will follow.
"There's an awful lot of interest in it," he says.
Labov says the same pronunciation phenomenon occurs in Syracuse, Buffalo and Detroit, "but there's no question western New York is where it started."
Labov attributes our dialect to the building of the Erie Canal between 1818 and 1825, when people of various backgrounds came together to work.
"There were so many different varieties of language, they seemed to merge into a whole new dialect."
He says comedian Lily Tomlin, a native of Detroit, talks in a twang that clearly illustrates the northern city shift.
While there's a definite dialect in these parts, not everyone agrees with Labov about its origin.
Wolfgang Wolck, a distinguished professor of linguistics from the State University of New York at Buffalo, has studied speech in western New York for more than 30 years and discussed the region's pronunciation with Labov.
"Nobody talks funny here except for me because I'm German," Wolck says.
He admits the way we sound here differs from other parts of the country, but he calls the mutation the "Buffalo vowel shuffle."
Rochester residents, Wolck says, are known to speak with what he calls a "flat A."
"You say faaan-taaastic. Buffalonians call it a 'hard A.' A man's name is John, but sounds like a girl's name, Jan, in Buffalo."
He says the workers along the Erie Canal may have had some influence on the way we speak now, but immigrants settling to inland northern cities were a greater factor, which he calls an "ethnolect." The Irish, Italian, Polish and German populations settled in neighborhoods and were often segregated from the mainstream population and language.
The rural areas, outside the larger cities, didn't have such a strong dialect, he says. He says language was most affected in cities with a higher working-class (and less snobby) population, which tended to be less conscious of their speech.
He says the differences in dialect were more noticeable in 1970. Television has helped mainstream language. But Wolck sees that changing.
"The country is more diversifying than unifying," he says. "People are accepting those differences as part of the local flavor."
Labov agrees on that point. "Bigger, regional dialects are getting stronger, and more different from each other," he says. But rural dialects have gotten weaker, as have dialects in some other cities, including Cincinnati.
Ed Hall, president of the Greater Rochester Visitors Association, says it took more time learning the unusual pronunciations of some of our local communities, such as Charlotte, Chili, Lima and Avon, as well as the way we accent some of our syllables, such as "complimenTARY" versus "compliMENtary."
"I think that sort of thing is charming," says Hall, who maintains a Southern accent from his native Birmingham, Ala.
I think I speak normal, just like any other Native Rochestarian. You be the judge. Down below, this is an "Audio Blogger" audio sample of my voice posing the question. Listen and tell me if our accent sounds "normal" to you, or if we actually say "AA" instead of "O". If you think about it sometimes words with an O sound like "AA" doesn't it? Hmm, who knows? I'm, not an expert on accents, I just have one supposedly. I never got any complaints when I was in North Carolina, they just laughed when I said pop, instead of soda. Anyhoo, listen to my Audio post and tell me what you think. Until Tomorrow then!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Well only 1 could find "Charldo" and only 1 will get nod. I was trying to lure people in to see how many would find me, but I'm not as popular as Waldo. Come to think of it, I had even less people searching for me than Carmen Sandiego. Anyways, the 1 person that took the time to find me is going to to get pimped on my journal, in a way I never did before. She found me, and I was kind of shocked. Not only is she going to be pimped in this post, but I have another idea involving my journal, inspired by blogexplosion. Who is she???
I have to say that I really hate my senior yearbook. When I first got my year book, I went to the senior class picture page, opened it up and searched high and low, looking for myself in the senior class photo. I couldn't find myself! Finally I came up with the brilliant idea to look for people who had box-cuts. To my surprise I found me, but I wasn't happy with my shot in the photo.
See the kid on in the brown jacket? Do you see the kid who has his neck against the other kids crotch? Well, the guy with the brown jacket is on the other guy's shoulders(Worst possible torture) . Right above the kid with the brown jacket is a forehead with a box-cut.
He wasn't even on that guy's shoulders until the last minute. When he climbed up there, I heard "ready and smile, Cheeeeeeese". I don't know how many pictures I took, but if you look in the Where's Charldo entry, you'd notice a girl standing by her lonesome to the right of us. I should have went and stood by her. She had the best spot if you asked me, even though her head was down. But noooooo, they wanted everyone together! How did she manage to get away from the group.
Did I mention that I hate my yearbook. Oh yeah, there is another reason too. For my senior portrait, I got to wear two distinct types of dress-up clothes. I had this old man, black and white, looking suit that my dad picked out. Then there was the of black pair dress pants with a red shirt and tie that I picked out. I wanted the latter in my yearbook. Either the school chose to use the "old man look", or the photographer made the error, because I remember what box I checked. It made me so upset, that I eventually threw my yearbook away. Somehow it managed to find its way back to me. Have know idea how? I didn't care about it, because I didn't have any friends there. I had fond memories at My other high school, but drama pulled me away from there, and from her...
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Three more days until I go on vacation.
I can't wait, I need a break from work.
I need to be free!
Kind of sounds like a song. Wonder how many copies I would sell. That is if I wasn't tone deaf.
Still, that is not what I have been counting down to in my journal.
Yesterday, when I was at work, my boss lady needed copies of her overage/shortage sheet. Honestly, I didn't know what it was until she explained it to me. It's daily list of shortages for the registers in the store. They have been using the same paper for quite some time now, and even that paper was a copy. It looked like it was begging to be shredded. So I decided to grant it's wish, and out of the blue the words, "I can make you a new one", popped out of my mouth. Part of me wanted to do this for her, because I wanted to contribute in some way.
I've seen so many others up there do things for the desk, and I was always left in the dark. People driving to other stores to get supplies, decorations for holidays and what not, helping in the office...Etc. I feel left out sometimes, because I am the only guy up there, and I am the only one that isn't married or about to be (for the record). I don't have anything to really talk about with them. I just want to fit in. I'm hoping maybe if I remake her overage/shortage sheet, it would help me to reach out and make me feel more useful.
I came home and jumped on the computer and typed up the new sheet. There was some trial and error, but I think I did a pretty good job. It looks way better than the multi-copied sheet that they were using now. I asked my mother for her opinion of my work, and she made it even better. She raised the header and footer, and gave me some more room on the page to lengthen the spaces in between each "paragraph". My mother and I: We got Skillz! I'm going to take it to work tomorrow and see what my boss lady thinks.
Cross your fingers
Recently I discovered that I have another obsession other than Amel Larrieux. Whenever I log on to the WWW, I end up logging on Blogmad to "Surf". I care about getting the credits used to make people see my blog while surfing, but I care even more about the stupid Blogmad ranking. I'm currently a Champion Blogmad surfer. I see the top ten surfers are Insane or Blogmad surfers, which are the two highest surfers (Blogmad being the highest). My obsession has taken me to an all new level, I am looking at it as if its a video game. I am trying my hardest to get to at least Insane (because i'm insane). I don't plan on dying like this character who was playing a video game in a CSI: Miami episode called Urban Hellraisers, and I won't be "playing" for seventy hours straight with only soda as my sustenance.
My obsession includes knowing how much time I have wasted while I was away from the computer. You have to wait 25 seconds before you can click a four digit number to get a credit and a surf point. I know how much time I waste while doing something other than surfing.
Getting my glasses: 1 blogmad surf point
Going to the bathroom: 4 blogmad surf points
Answering the door: 10 blogmad surf points
Writing this post: 60 blogmad surf points
working and eight hour day: 960 blogmad surf points
Knowing that I will never get in the top ten surfers: "Point"less
It's mission impossible, but I like impossible missions!
Why can't they have a page for the top 100 surfers, I think that is a much more attainable goal. Then again...
How can someone spend so much time to reach blogmad status? It seems very time consuming.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I have seen some things that people did that just doesn't make sense. Here's something that happened today!
When you bring bottles to a store, your expected to bring them in clean. At my job this rule applies, but it isn't enforced. We don't have a bottle machine for glass, so people have to turn them in directly to us, so we can count them. Today one of our regulars returned her glass bottles. She and another woman with her, regularly walk around the neighborhood collecting bottles off of the ground and out of people's garbage. Now you'd think that she could read the sign and comprehend exactly what we are trying to convey to people. The sign says that we do not take dirty bottles, and that they have to be cleaned. Her bottles are obviously filthy, and she knows this. You know why I know she knows, because she started cleaning them.
Not with water, with something she thinks is sanitary. A plastic bag that she had her bottles in. She was just wiping them with the bag. The outside may have been somewhat cleared of debris and such, but the inside...
cigarettes, ants, and dirt Oh MY!
On the outside I was sort of smiling, but on the inside, I was yelling. Sometimes I wonder how do people rationalize there behavior.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
My mom will probably never admit this now. Heck she probably don't even remember it, but when I was a kid and I did something stupid or bad, she made reference to what was considered one of the dumbest animals ever on Earth.
She called me a Dodo Bird.
I didn't know at the time what it meant, but I knew that it was something negative, so it made me feel sad. In fact it affected me once so bad, that when I went to sleep one night I had a nightmare.
I dreamt that I was out side playing with two of my cousins, and all of a sudden birds started flying out of nowhere. Dodo's couldn't fly, but I didn't know that as a kid. The looked more like seagulls in my dream now that I think about it. I remember thinking that I should run, because if I didn't they would drop there doodoo on me and turn me into one of them (resistance is futile, the first Borg). My cousins and I scattered. When I say that there were a lot of "DoDo's", I mean there were a lot of them. Bird crap was falling from everywhere, and I managed to get away, but my cousins and other people didn't.
As time went on I heard stories about how people would become "victims" to bird droppings. One guy said he got it on his head. I swore up and down that this would never happen to me. I avoided birds at all cost, when they were flying over my head. Sometimes I would even run to get past birds that were a threat. Seagulls are the main culprits that were a threat. There would be hordes of them at the beach or at Market Place mall, searching for food. A year ago I had to dodge and weave seagulls while I was walking to work, because they were flying low within the entire area of a business called Harris and Humboldt St. Just like the birds in my dream.
Yesterday I was walking home from work, and I was kind of zoned out. I noticed a crow on the ground. I guess it noticed me too, because it flew up on a roof, which is hanging above the sidewalk I was walking on. The stupid crow was perched in a way that it could drop a bomb on me. I laughed thinking it wouldn't happen, and it didn't because it flew away before I started to walk underneath the roof.
That Bird didn't get me But....
Somewhere between The McDonald's near my house and me reaching my street it finally happened to me. Some "Stupidus Birdus" dropped a bomb on my work shirt. I noticed it when I was walking down my street. At first I said what else could happen to me, then I checked my head for "Crapitus Fecesus". Luckily my head didn't fall victim, but my pride did.
The Day Before: My Fly
Yesterday: Bird Crap
Today: Who Knows
One things for sure, I'm tempted to call in sick. Could this be the Week of Humiliation for me?
Reason #1 to get a car!
Monday, June 12, 2006
(Click Picture for bigger view)
Easier said than done right! I will give you a hint...
I had a box cut. If that didn't help here's another hint, use it wisely!
I am on the even number side! Bet you can't find me, in fact I guarantee it. It took me forever.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Last night, after I got off of work, I decided to do some shopping. Before this however, I had to make a pit stop at the men's room (yes I washed my hands).
afterwards, I went and bought a few things. I noticed while I was walking that I had a few people staring at me (more than usual). In one case someone laugh after I passed by them. I felt like I just wanted to be invisible. I just wanted to keep a low profile.
I didn't realize what all the attention was about until I reached home. When I unzipped my jacket and took it off, I noticed that something else was unzipped....
I felt so embarrassed and relieved at the same time. Embarrassed because well...You know, and relieved because it was kind of one of those "We are laughing with you not at you, but we are actually laughing at you kind of deals". I'll be honest, I am insecure. Sometimes I feel like I don't belong, so the fact that my pants zipper was down never occurred to me. I felt like I was being scrutinized, and I feel like I am always being judged.
I found it funny and all after the initial shock of it all went away. I hope they didn't see my football themed boxers, and I hope nothing was sticking out.
As the night went on though, I sat in my bed wondering if I saw someone's fly down, would they want me to tell them.
In fact I have before. I have pulled someone over to the side and told them, or I waited until someone had enough personal space where I could speak low enough that no one could hear me but the person I am speaking to.
Sure I have laughed before, but now I have grown. I may laugh when a family member or a friend is in a similar situation, but not a stranger. I'll let them know.
So my question is, after your done laughing at my expense, would you tell me that my fly is down? Why or why not?
Saturday, June 10, 2006
I did something that I never thought I would ever do in the history of my life. Okay this may seem boring to you, but to me...
I AM AMAZED AT MYSELF!
Last week I went to Wal-Mart and put $25 on one of there gift cards. Then I came home and I bought two DVD's at Wal-Mart.com. My sister Islah told me about it when it first came out, but Ari gave me the motivated nudge in a post, to get out and about searching for it. I couldn't find it anywhere in Rochester, so thats why I ended up online.
I was a late bloomer when it came to this franchise.
My first game was Final Fantasy VIII, and I really loved that game. My favorite GF (guardian Force) from that game is Diablos for the record. I also like the adventures Laguna, Kiros and Ward had. Somehow fate would always bring them together on some tragic yet funny adventure. And you learn this through the dreams of the protagonists of the game. Squall, Rinoa, Quistis, Zell, Irvine, Selphie. It's back story that has significant meaning for the main characters to move forward and come to realize what they are up against.
I skipped FFIX all together, but when Final Fantasy X came out, I was there! It was the first Final fantasy game with voiceovers. The main character Tidus is my favorite, with Auron in a close second. I especially loved how Tidus and Yuna's love grew as the game progressed, which is why I became sad when Tidus had to sacrifice himself (Fayth: Its not that you are dreaming. You are a dream. Maybe you are the dream that will end our dream at last).
Why do I bring this up, because both games are near and dear to my heart. Plus I learned that fans were upset when they brought Tidus back from the "dead" in Final Fantasy X-2. They thought it weakened the game. The "sacrifice" is a bit of a tradition in the Final Fantasy series. I for one, even if I am the only one, was happy to see that there was a happy ending for Tidus and Yuna (I actually haven't seen it yet...Damn Trema). I was kind of sad when I saw Squall give his life. I was in denial too, when I saw Rinoa look up at the sky and point to the shooting star, I said to myself, "She is looking at Squall, yes he IS still alive".
Who was I kidding.
Anyways the reason I bring this up is because, I got a Two for One deal. I was able to get Final "Fantasy: The Spirits Within", and the movie That got me started with this post, "Final Fantasy: Advent Children". I saw The Spirits Within, it was a good movie. Just like in the video games, one of the main characters sacrifices his life for the one he loves. I am about to go see Advent Children now.
Friday, June 09, 2006
When it comes to ice cream, my needs are simple. I just want to be able to walk into the store, go to the freezer and get my ice cream. A couple of days ago, simple couldn't be found in my vocabulary. A couple of days ago I had a hard time searching for my favorite kind of ice cream.
Like I said, my needs are simple. All I want is Vanilla Ice cream. You'd think that would be simple right???
It seems like the stores around here are getting caught up in a frenzy of flavorific proportions.
I don't want Panda Paws!
I don't want Cookies & Cream!
I don't want Cookie Dough (although I like this one)!
I don't want Cherry Vanilla!
I don't want Chocolate 'N' Vanilla
I don't want French Vanilla
I don't want Vanilla Bean!
The only Ice Cream I am looking for is VANILLA ICE CREAM!
Is that TOO MUCH to ask FOR???!!!
I had to look at different brands, and I know Ben & Jerry's don't have it, so I didn't even go there. Friendly's had it but a carton of there's is $6.19. My stores brand was at a good price, but they didn't have any in stock. They didn't have any in Breyers Either! I had to go with Perry's vanilla ice cream, even though it was $4.29.
I had a craving that day and I told some of my co-workers that I was getting some ice cream. I did and it is good. Is it worth the price I spent? Lets just say next time I will endure my craving, until there is a sale.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I have an amazing talent!
Apparently I can sit in a room 5 feet away you, while typing, move around on chair, get up and walk into kitchen and scare the crap out of you.
I could be sitting on a couch kiddy corner from you, get up and walk behind, touch you and scare the bejesus out of you.
I could be lying in my bed, with the urge to "GO". Get up out of my bed walk down my stairs, open my door, go into the bathroom, close the door, and freak you out.
I could be minding my own business, sitting at the computer surfing blogs, have someone come into the room I am in and be frighten from my prescence.
After a hard days work, I could unlock the house door, walk up the stairs, and give someone a heart attack.
Apparently no one can see or hear me. Its as if I am a Ghost or something, this would definitley give all the paranormal bloggers something to write about. But I am not a ghost.
So what am I...
"The Visible Sneaker" You can see and hear me coming and be afraid, be very afraid.
I'm not even trying to scare anyone! What's the deal?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
I posted an entry way back on June 24, 2005 about my brother's phone having a better signal than mines. Both myself and my brother had the same cell-phone model from Sprint. My phone was in pretty good condition, however, Jevon's phone was destroyed, I mean savagely tortured by his lack of ability to hold on the thing. At one point he dropped is phone in a puddle of water, while it was raining outside, as he was walking to his dorm from his job. I remember A Sprint Technician telling us that the phone was ruined. I decided to put my phone's battery on his phone at it was still ticking. Jevon's phone: regardless of the destructive forces that he unleashed on it, is still usable.
Pictures are from my AOL post: Days of are Lives (Phone Edition)
That is even the part that annoyed me. I had an issue with the fact that his phone had better reception than mines and mines was in better condition.
For example when we were at Wal-Mart one day, and we were just walking around. I pulled out my phone to have a look-see and I didn't have a signal. I asked my brother to let me look at his phone, and he had five freakin' bars. I wanted to have a kiddy tantrum.
Eventually I let it go, nothing I could do about it. All I would get is, "are you inside or outside", and "we are not responsible for bad reception when you are indoors". Well I'm not responsible for the finger I am flipping at Sprint.
When our contracts were up my brother and I decided to get new phones. Jevon however took it to the next level, and moved to "greener pastures" (well depending on your perspective). He went over to Verizon and signed up. His signal is good on his new phone, but his old Sprint phone was better. I never saw him loose a signal or a bar with it. I saw it once on his new Verizon phone, but only once.
I on the other hand, decided to stay with Sprint, because I get an employee discount through my job (raspberry). That is the only reason I am still with them. If it ever gets cancelled than I'm "jumping the fence".
I like my new phone! Its a great phone, say one thing. I still get a lousy signal. Maybe my brother has some kind of amplifying abilities with his body (who knows). At least I got a phone that I like. It plays MP3's and its a digital camera, and a camcorder. The part I like most about it, is the micro memory Trans flash card that comes with it. I can take it out of my phone, and put it into a bigger card, and plug it into my computer and either save music to it or pictures.
I'm sure you know where this is going right? Before I had my Nephews picture as my screensaver. But now someone has dethroned him. Who you might ask?
I scanned my CD cover and saved it as a JPEG, and viola. Jalani picture can be seen on the main menu of my phone now. I wouldn't totally get rid of his picture.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I don't know if any of you noticed this, but today is a very unique day. Today marks the sixth day, of the sixth month, of the sixth year of this millennium.
The number of the beast?
I don't think so. You can't hide the fact that there is a 2, 0, and another 0 before the six on the year.
It is a little creepy, but I told a co-worker the other day, that I can't wait to see 11-11-2011, (111111) and it's six digits long. It has no meaning whatsoever, and that is more likely to be a bad day, in comparison to this day.
The only bad thing I can come up with today's date, is the fact that every gambler in New York State fell for it. The numbers 666, 6666, and 6606 were sold out for a week before the actual day. We all know that this number is not going to be the winning number on this day. Our state lottery would go broke. So I'm guessing they will have some sort of clever number that pertains to the beastly number, or they will make it a winning number when enough people give up playing it to make it profitable. If everyone thinks that the "Numbers" and "Win-4" is a totally random thing, think again. I have seen the same numbers come out three times within days of each other last month (621, 261, and 216), then there are some numbers that I see every other month.
I think it's going to be a regular day, unless the anti-christ is being born right as I type this, and the sky turns disturbingly purple, and we hear whispers of those "numbers" in our ear, along with "Friday the 13th", and 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 (LOST numbers).
Monday, June 05, 2006
(Blogger is acting kind of funky, I don't even know if I am going to be able to post)
This month we had two 90+ degree days, which isn't normal for may. I don't think this is going to be a cool summer. In fact I think Rochester may get it's first 100 degree day in years. I don't think I am prepared to go into this summer, and walk everyday that I have to go to work.
I am seriously thinking about buying a car.
I have been thinking about all of the issues that I may face with having one though. Repairs/maintence, gas (expensive), insurance...all of these things are holding me back. I'm not sure that I can afford a car with the current job I have.
Which brings up another intesting point. My brother thinks that if I get a car, I would be able to get a better job. He said that employers look for people with reliable transportation. The city bus sure isn't always reliable. My feet are reliable, its just that I don't think I can walk everyday, through rain, shine, or snow.
I am very tired right now as I type this. I close the desk on Saturday, and then open it on Sunday. Well when I came home Saturday night, I only woke up once at two in the morning because my body was telling me that I needed to "GO". After that, I fell asleep and didn't wake up until around 6:27am. I had to be at work at 7am. It takes me a half an hour on one of my "good days" to get to work. Normally it takes longer, and in this case I had to make it a "Good Day". I still got to work ten minutes late, and at the rate i'm going I may wake up at 7am.
Me+Car= relability= new job = possibly quitting current job....
Oh the possibilities!
What do you thnk Car or No car? I even have a poll in regards to my question in my sidebar.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I'm sure everyone has reasons that for buying a new. Here throw these into the mix!
- You had them for more than 10 years.
- Your a guy and you still wear Bell Bottoms.
- You have holes in both of your front pockets.
- A squirrel shredded a few of your jeans to make a nest.
- Someone forgot to place a "wet paint" sign on the bench you were sitting on.
- A baby pee's right through its diaper, onto your lap.
- You forget them at the laundry mat.
- You have an unfortunate accident with bleach.
- You walk so much that you rub a hole into the inseam at the bottom of your jeans.
- Your baby sister tells you that your jeans are ugly.
- "Where is that swishing sound coming from"
- Your zipper Comes Down as your Sitting Down.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
I think Bouk has ended his rein as Feline Ruler of my bedroom. The past couple of nights I have found rather difficult to fall asleep, because it felt like something was "Taking A Bite Out Charles", rather than crime. I found myself slapping the crap out of my legs arms, and last night my face.
WELL NO MORE!
If Bouk ever decides to sneak outside and worry us to death, while catching fleas and bringing them to our doorstep, than he isn't stepping an inch into my bedroom. I have an itch as i'm typing this. I think Bouk must have lied on my blanket and my sleeping bag (I use it for the really cold nights, you'd be amazed how cold or hot it gets in an attic), because I used my cover, and I got an itch, then I turned to sleeping bag and it got much worse. So finally I threw both of the covers away from my bed and grabbed my sheet. Finally I got some sleep, but I still have an itch, and I have a lot of bumps and the area where they are located has become red from all the scratching. Must wash cats, must wash cats, must wash cats!
I doesn't seem to bother Bouk. Where is Karma when you need it. Maybe I should by some itching powder and pour it on him. I could let him outside again and search for poison ivy. Okay maybe that's a little mean, but it was the itching talking not me. HONEST!
Friday, June 02, 2006
Jodi was tagged to do a Kreative Meme.
Here are the rules:
Jodi picks a letter and I am supposed to use 10 words beginning with the that letter.
At first I didn't want the Letter Z, but now I there are even harder letters out there. K for example, it's a toughie! K is the letter chosen for me, so K it is oKay.
Here are my K's
Killer: NO not what you are thinking. It's my blogmad surfer ranking.
Keep: Keep Tryin' is a song sung by Amel Larrieux when she was one half of the Duo "Groove Theory" It's a inspirational song that I love to listen too. It's also where I got my favorite quote from. "Nothing can stop you as long as you listen to your heart".
Keen: I seem to be able to see and hear stuff no one else sees or hears. Sometimes people don't want to listen until its too late. Once while I was at work, I smelled a faint scent of something burning, coming from somewhere. The two other people at the desk didn't smell it and no one didn't seem to even care what I thought. Two hours later black smoke started rising out from one of the registers computer monitor at the service desk.
Kindness: I'm trying my best to be kind. Last year I was hit with some big family issues, and they made me feel cold, uncaring, insensitive and bitter. I wanted to lash out at everyone, and I kept everyone at arms length. After I got suspended for a week from work, I thought about what I was doing, and I decided that I would try hard to be a more thoughtful person. Even if no one notices.
Kryptonite: No I'm not Superman, but like him I have a weakness. My is Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies! I can't resist them. I have to though, for the sake of my health. If I could give up Cherry Coke along with all of the other sodas, Oatmeal Creme pies shouldn't be any less of a challenge.
Kindred: They say opposites attract. Well if that is the case, why haven't I found The woman of my dreams yet. Sometimes it seems like I am completely and totally the antithesis to just about every woman on Earth. I don't believe opposites attract, that's why I am looking for my Kindred Spirit! I wish she would pop me upside my head already.
Kin: I still haven't gotten in touch with my family on either side of my gene pool. I want to be as closed to them as when I was a kid, but I want to be myself around them. No holding back, and this among other things is keeping me from picking up the phone. Dad I miss you too!
Kid: I wish I could go back and relive my childhood. I missed out on a lot of things! Summer camp, sports, making lots of friends, seeing my dad more than once a month, learning to swim. I wish I had more encouragement and support from my dad. I wish...
Klutz: Like I said before, I am the second most clumsy person on Earth. My former Co-worker claimed to be the most clumsy. Who am I to argue, after she severely cut her index finger on a deli slicer and slipped and fell on the floor in the same day. Hey I only stubbed both of my big toes in the same night.
Knicks: referring to my favorite NBA team, the New York Knicks. At least they were until Patrick Ewing retired. Everything went downhill afterwards. They have been making bad decisions ever since. I won't even get into the decision the NBA made to cut the games in half on local TV when they went to ABC. Lets just say it made me hate watching basketball even more.
If you want to participate in this meme, just leave a comment and I'll pick your letter. Or leave it in Jodi's journal Looking Beyond The Cracked Window.
P.S.: I am still asking for suggestions for a wedding gift. If anyone has any ideas please let me know. To the anonymous commenter. Thank you for your tip. I don't know who you are, but I will consider asking her sister if she is registered. I never new that brides to be could register at stores, I thought only soon to be moms only did this for there baby showers. Thanks!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Back to your regular scheduled programming
I have a little over two months to get my friend Shannon and her fiance a wedding gift, and I haven't a clue as what it is I should get. I have known Shannon for eight years working at our job. She is so nice to me. I can talk to her for just about anything. She listens to me, and I listen to her. I consider her a friend among associates. The only friend I have at work.
Shannon did something that no one else has ever done for me outside of family. She invited me to her wedding. I am so happy about this. I have never, ever been invited to a wedding other than a family member's wedding. I excited, but a little nervous because of my ongoing battle with anxiety. Still I will, (just like the last holiday season at the mall) overcome and defeat my anxiety, even if for only a moment-For this MOMENT!
I have to work that day, because other people at the desk want to come to the wedding to, but Shannon is gracious enough to give me a ride to the ceremony, if I walk to her home. It's not to far from are job. I can't wait, but like I said I have a little over two months to buy a wedding gift, and I don't have any taste (did I just type that)...I meant I don't know what to buy them. So I am asking anyone and everyone to throw me some suggestions. I am willing to pay $50 maybe more, Let me have it...Suggestions that is!
Please Help Me
By the way, I posted the Story Meme Links Below this post.
I'm happy that the people listed below took part in my story meme. I may make it a yearly thing so watch out!
Here are the links to the people who took part in this:
Chapter One: Am I thinking that?
Chapter Two: Reflections of Ari
Chapter Three: Looking Beyond the Cracked Window
Chapter Four: Detached and Indifferent Expressions
Thanx to all!