What is Newsworthy?

The bank at my job was robbed this week!

It happened and just about everyone was oblivious of this, except the people at the bank. My co-worker and I was chatting about things going on in our life, and all of a sudden we see police officers dart inside. In shock we say, "what's going on". No one seemed to know, and then more police officers come in to the store. Then a couple of detectives come inside. At this point all of the cops are down at the bank talking to the employees there. Then it occurs to us what is happening. My co-worker goes outside to look at how many cop cars are out there. She comes back inside and says, "there are a lot of police cars outside, you should go see". I go out there and I see about seven squad cars, and three unmarked cars.

How does a person come into a bank and rob it without no one knowing though and while during the day. It was bold for that person to do it, that person must have been crazy, or an addict. I didn't see anything suspicious at all. I heard that the crook got away with about $1000, and is still at large. I hope they get this crook so that they won't rob anyone again. You'd think that it would be on the news, but it wasn't. I guess robbing a bank isn't news anymore. At least tell people that there is a possible threat out there. A small section in a paper, ten seconds on news show, something (be community driven). No telling what this person will do next time.

What is newsworthy?

What does it take?

Probably three men in full blown body armor, with automatic weapons, shooting up the place.

Seriously though, what do you think would make the news.

A person dying from cancer, that needs a bone marrow transplant.

Or

Several people infected with a mysterious illness that ISN'T life threatening.

It's just sometimes I see stuff on the news that doesn't really need to be. We went months here hearing about J-Mac's performance in his final high school basketball game. I know he is autistic and I know what he did is awe inspiring, but to here it over and over again, it was well...too much.

I'm not trying to be insensitive, but there is more to life than "Shock and Awe".

Rant (I couldn't resist)

I don't think there is a such thing as a coincidence anymore. I know I said this before in a different way, but sometimes it seems life is a written book.

Backstory:

One day last week when I came home from work, Seinfeld happened to be on TV (The TV was on and no one was home by the way), and for some reason I listened to it while I was putting away some groceries that I bought. Jerry was trying his darndest to watch the Mets game that he taped on his VCR, and he didn't want to know the score until he was finished watching it. Every time He would pick up the phone and talk to someone, he would tell them that he taped the game, and he didn't want no one to tell him the score. Along comes Kramer, and he blurts it out, this in turn makes Jerry upset, and he loses any motivation he had to watch it. He didn't want to know the score, because it would ruin any suspense to the game. If you know the score, than you basically know the ending. For a show that is about "Nothing" I found myself relating to something. That is exactly how I feel, and I thought to myself that I hope that this doesn't ever happen to me.

T S O I #1(Tie-In story of importance):

About three years back, my boss lady couldn't find anyone that wanted to work on Sunday morning that was reliable. So she asked me if I wanted to do it, seeing how I want to see my Bills play (Go bills). "Sure Thing", I agree and she said it was mines. All parties were in agreement, that's the end of that right?

Wrong!

Here comes everyone requesting Sunday off ("Oh I have to go to a baby shower". "I have to go out of town". I'm being forced to go to a party". blah-blah-blah). There goes my Sunday Football down the drain. Boss lady and her assistant and one other person in my department are exempt from working on Sundays, because there full-time, and they have no problem with this. I have a problem, because Sunday mornings are suppose to be mines. There is me and Four others in our department, and one of them works in the office on Sunday. So that leaves me and three others. Guess what...We have to have an Opener(1), A Mid-shift(2), and a closer(3). So this leaves two others in reserve. One of them happens to run the front-end primarily, so we can eliminate her from this. One person is in reserve. What happens when someone gets taken out of work for some reason?

NO FREAKIN' RESERVE!

For the record, it's the part-timer that works in the office on Sundays that is out of work. My three other co-workers have been requesting Sunday off, or asking if they can open. So where does that leave me. I end up as the closer, while my boss lady or her assistant rotate between opening in the office and opening the desk for these last few weeks (Did I mention that they aren't supposed to work on Sundays because they would get time and a half).

T S O I #2

Saturday night, I decide that since I have to close the desk, I will tape the game. Guess what pops in my head? That episode of Seinfeld! I was hoping and praying that I wouldn't here anyone say who won or who lost, or what the freakin' score was. I just wanted to enjoy the game.

Bringing it all together:

Sunday afternoon, one of my regular customers comes up to the desk to play her numbers. I was upset, because I was missing the game. I guess it must of been noticeable, because she asked me what was wrong, I told her, and she started toying with me (well actually flirting...long story). She kept asking me if she could tell me the score and I kept saying NO. I explained to her that I was taping the game and I wanted to go home and see it, so finally she let me be and we both laughed it off. I guess another customer overheard our conversation and when I went over to do his bottles for him, he blurts out, "The Bills Lost, hey I couldn't resist".

WTF

How can you not resist, what you don't have any freaking will power.

Hey Dumbass!

If a woman came up to you and she had Gonorrhea and you don't have any protection, are you gonna just hop in the sack with her with her because you couldn't resist? I can see your epitaph now, "'Dumbass' couldn't resist a dare, even if it meant Jumping from atop Niagara Falls".

Well Mr. Dumbass your lucky I CAN resist my temptations. Mr. Dumbass your lucky that my job was motivation enough to keep me from doing some of the worst possible torture I could think of. Like sticking a shard of glass in just the right spot so you wouldn't ever speak again.

Your LUCKY I was able to restrain the very spiteful, and malevolent side of myself. I come into work and I serve these people, you think they would have the common sense, and the common courtesy to respect my wishes. I work my butt off to serve them, so don't I deserve to be able to come home, unwind, and enjoy myself after a hard days work. I guess Not! Sometimes I wish I had the ability to make people to see things through my eyes.

Theory of a deadman (not the band, but me)

It's that time of year again!

That time of year when you wake up in the morning and discover that your shivering and freezing your butt off.

That time of year when the High Temperature is fluctuating between hot and cold.

That time of year when you start to bring out all of your long sleeve shirts, from out of storage.

It's that time of year again where I go and buy a descendant of my best friend and hope that we can be friends too. As long as it doesn't mind sacrificing itself for my nose.

Where I hear complaints about how cold it is.

Where all of the leaves fall off and die, but leaves (leafs) us a beautiful color show.

That time when my neighborhood seems more peaceful, because no one wants to be out on a cold day.

It's that time of year again, and I have a Theory.

The Autumnal Equinox (Sept. 23, 2006, 12:03 AM EDT) is here so you better be prepared. This means folks that The Fall is officially here, and that winter isn't far behind. Get prepared, because I have a feeling this is going to be a bad one. Why you ask, because I haven't had a fever all year long. The last time I went without having flu like symptoms, was in 1998. I didn't get sick at all that year, and the winter of '98 (December 1998-March of 1999) was a pretty bad one. We had a blizzard in March that nearly stopped everything in our city. People didn't have to go to work (unless you work in a grocery store), kids didn't have school, buses weren't running, and cars were getting stuck. This was the considered the blizzard of '99, and I think we had nearly three feet of snowfall in 48 hours. So unless I become ill within the next couple of months be afraid, be very afraid. No one on the east coast will be safe. I have felt tired, and weak from a lack of sleep, but I haven't been sick at all. Usually the erratic temperatures get to me, and turn me into a big moping baby mess.

NOT SO FAR!

I bet everyone going to put some kind of voodoo curse or a jinx on me now. "Hey Charles, achoo!" I better go and knock on some wood or something.

Oh and I forgot, first we have to fall back.

If a meme came an bit you on the butt...

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

I have a growing list actually.

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?

Alfonso Ribeiro

3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

There was this one lady that brought back five cans of nuts, oh then there was this guy that kept putting in cans that were not compatible with our can machine and he knew he wasn't supposed to. Oh then there is that woman that pissed me off, when she brought a propane tank in the store, which resulted in me punching the container that holds the tanks…Lets just say I would like to really throw a very long punch.

4. What is your favorite cheese?

Velveeta on some shells.

5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?

Pork Chop Sandwich. Mmmmmmmmmm, Pork!

6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie (porn counts) celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?

Jada Pinkitt, but Will Smith would kill me with his “will-isms”

7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who do you pick?

C’mon anyone who reads this blog knows who I'd chose. I'd give you one guess, and her husband would kill me too. What’s up with me and adultery?

8. Now that you've slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?

Save it towards my Playstation 3.

9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Congo

“Now could we
Now could we
Now could we go
Get to cong, get to cong congo
Get to cong, get to cong congo”


10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?

“I need to go and lay my feet upon the stone
Where the first of us stood before, before, before
Where we came and played to revive our depleted souls
Where we went to forget our freedom was not our own
Where we went to hold onto the memory of way back home”

11. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is...?

It is me telling the angel that he can pick whatever alcoholic beverage he wants, because he isn’t an angel. If he was he’d know that I am against people drinking alcohol. It’s poison, and the proof is in the drunken fools past, present, and future. I wonder if I was too harsh. Oh well!

12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?

I’ll do a little research on slavery, then go back to the point where it was about to be introduced with a bazooka mind you and blow the son-of-gun to bits and pieces.

13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

(In a crazy tone of voice) NO ONE WILL STOP ME FROM EATING PORK NO MATTER WHERE I AM! Whether I am on a waterslide, or whether I am at a table. Whether I am walking a dog, or whether I am in a stable. I could be in the bathroom and NO ONE WOULD STOP ME FROM EATING MY PORK!

14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what's the premise?

One thing is for sure; I have yet to see a TV show about a rich family that becomes poor, and have to move next door to an annoying poor family. The family that used to be wealthy ends up getting there motivation to become rich again from there determination to move away from the annoying destitute family, by using zany ideas and inventions based on there encounters with there bothersome neighbors. Eventually over time (the course of the series) this happens and a side effect of this is that the annoying poor family ends up rich too. They end up moving to the same locale as each other in the end. That sounds like a premise for a TV show.


15. What is your favorite curse word?

I guess I say them all about the same. Someone told me that dang is a cuss word now. I say dang every day. So dang is my favorite cuss word. DANG!

16. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Question are they women mummies, because I’d get all touchy feely. A gropeathon. LMAO

17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don't worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely.So what's the item?

I’d grab my little dresser like stand. It has my wallet, Gemini cup, keys, MP3 Player and a whole bunch of other stuff in it.

18. The Angel of Death has descended upon you. Fortunately, the Angel of Death is pretty cool and in a good mood, and it offers you a half-hour to do whatever you want before you bite it. Whatcha gonna do in that half-hour?

Ask the Angel of Death to give me some Radioactive Vegetables.

19. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What's it gonna be?

It was no accident; I did it so I could get the ability of immortality.

20. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

What's up with these half an hour limits? It would be the day that I turned down a job at a company called Paychex. I could have been making a hell of a lot more there, than I am making at my current Job. The same woman that hired me at my current job, was going to hire me there, and I said no. Boy did I regret that. Here is a lesson for you, get your drivers license as soon as you can!

21. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? (the answer "nothing" doesn't count)

Watching a “so called man” beat my mom senseless when I was a child.

22. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit... you can move to anywhere else in the world! Bitchin'! What country are you going to live in now?

A country that I could take over and rule for eternity. I am immortal after all.

23. This question still counts, even for those of you who are under age. Check it out. You have been eternally banned from every single bar in the world except for ONE. Which one is it gonna be?

What was I doing? Did someone spike my punch? I don’t do clubs; it must be that twin that everyone has.

24. Hopefully you didn't mention this in the super-powers question.... If you did, then we'll just expand on that. Check it out... Suddenly, you have gained the ability to FLOAT!!! Whose house are you going to float to first, and be like "Dude, check it out... I can FLOAT!"?

What kind of question is this? LOL I guess I would float by a pilot house that lost there job for FWI (flying while intoxicated). nya nya nya-nya nya, you can’t get me.

25. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?

It will have to wait until William Shatner dies, because the world will end when he dies. I will have to resurrect him and give him some radioactive vegetables so he won't kick the bucket again. He must live or else we will die with him. There is no world after James T. Kirk!

26. The Celestial Gates of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn't think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

My cousin John. He was murdered, and his murderer was never captured.

27. What's your theme song?

Memory of Light and Wave.


Since I was tagged by Ari, I have decided that someone else needs to endure this torture as well (not really torture it was fun(ny). Jodi and Stephaine your are up.

Mini-Video Game Hiatus

It's been nearly a week again.

WOW!

I thought I would be posting regularly again, but I guess work has been draining me emotionally. For that reason I decided to keep from posting, unless you want to here a slab of whining and complaining.

"I'm tired"

"Someone please kill me"

"I wish I could have when that stupid Mega Millions jackpot" (I won a lousy three dollars)

Yes work does this to you, unless you have employment that you enjoy.

So I bet you have been wondering what I have been up to the last six days. No I didn't think so either, but I will tell you anyways.

I have been entertaining myself with an old video game, that I told myself that I would never beat. Of course, I decided to use the guide, because I didn't want to miss out on some of the hidden stuff.

What is the game called?

Xenosaga

Well actually it's Xenosaga II. I already beat the first one, without the guide book mind you. It's a good game and all, it's kind of like final fantasy.

Anyways I beat the main storyline of the game, but there are some hidden bosses (one of which reminds me of Voltron or The Power Rangers Mega Zord) more powerful than the "final boss" and other side-quests or "Mini-Games" that I want to finish up before I go and buy the third and final Xenosaga game. The mini-games in this game are called "Good Samaritan". You go around helping people in need, and you get rewarded for it. Well I am on GS campaign #32 (For The Captain). Captain Matthews runs a ship that he kind of owns called the Elsa. Well The captain has run up a HUGE debt.

10,000,000G

It's up to YOU to pay off his debt. Well I am doing this the way the guide suggested. Unlike your everyday garden variety video game, you have the luxury of fighting "The Patriarch" (final boss) over and over again as much as you want without having to start the game all over, or in some cases starting where you left off, at the same level of strength you were at where you last saved it. In Xenosaga 2, I get to fight Patriarch over and over again as much as I want and I can save it when I am done and then start back on the Elsa just before the battle begins. In fact after the battle I get more experience points which levels my players up and make them stronger.

Well I have to keep fighting the Patriarch so I can get a rare item from him Called Awakening IV. It's worth 500,000G. If you do the math, I have to fight the boss roughly 20 times.

I'm having fun with it though, because I get to see the final scenes of the game. This game have some good quotes, that could rival some of the greatest movies, but towards the end they get better. The scenes at the end are the best scenes of the game in fact I now have a new favorite quote thanks to the funny, and cracked character called Albedo. His character steals the show. In fact most of his quotes were memorable.

My favorite quote used to be from Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan. Kirk tells Khan:

Still, "old friend." You've managed to kill everyone else but like a poor marksman, you keep missing the target.

Picture this:

Albedo was struck down by a beam of energy from a giant weapon called Proto Omega. He starts laughing and says that these people are amazing, because they are trying to "wipe him from the cosmos". Albedo is immortal, so he doesn't feel any pain as his body is slowly being disintegrated. Albedo is sitting there laughing as his twin brother and "bitter enemy" Rubedo (one of the playable characters of the game) runs up towards him. Albedo's last words before he is completely vaporized is, "Hey, Rubedo. Don't forget to breathe deep and inhale the particles that composed me." Then he continues with his maniacal/evil laughter until his body is no more.

I LOVED THAT quote, IT WAS GOOD. It kind of reminds me of something I'd say at some point.

If you were wondering, this is what I have been up too lately. Nine "Awakening IV's" down, eleven more to go.

Who knows maybe I will be back tomorrow, maybe next Tuesday. I will be back though. Oh and by the way to my fantasy football opponents, I'm going to be 2-0 now. I'm on a roll now You can't stop me. Plus I did it without one of my better players (Steve Smith). What do you have to say about that.

Coincidence or Divine Intervention?

Coincidence or Divine Intervention?

Everyone has there own opinion in regards to the existence of God, but I swear that he was present in my room last night. What happened didn't seem like an accident!

What are the odds?

I haven't slept well for the last few weeks. Work has me emotionally drained and my "defenses" are down to the "bear minimum".

This in turn has left me thinking about everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING.

Divine Intervention?

Last night after I got off of work, I came home and microwaved some dinner. Then I went upstairs to eat. I had every intention of going to bed after I ate, but I was watching an episode of season 2 of lost on DVD. After I had finished eating, I continued to watch the show. Then it happened.

When I watch DVD's I turn on my stereo for a "movie like" experience with surround sound. I was lying in my bed, and all of a sudden my stereo cuts off. You think it's no big deal, but it shut off without me doing anything.

Your probably thinking what does this have to do with the first words in this post.

Well........

As it shut off, I looked at my stereo, and the words SLEEP scrolled across the screen. That spooked me out at first. Then I regained my composure.

Coincidence?

On the other hand, my stereo's remote control was lying on my bed, and maybe somehow, I laid on in just right so the sleep function turned on.

What are the odds though?

Out of all of the buttons on my stereo remote, what are the odds that I pushed that one?

Even if my body pressed the button somehow, without my knowledge of it being on my bed, what are the Odds?

I'm not a very spiritual person, but I do believe God exists. Whether it, was God himself, or God via my Guardian Angel, or coincidence, I took it as a sign and I went to bed. I needed that rest, even if it was but a short one.

What do you think?

What do you think I believe?

Have you ever had an experience similar to this one?

30 days and 30 nights (Of fun like this)

I didn't even notice that I hadn't posted in awhile. I guess it was because I was working so much. Last week I worked six days with only Friday off. On top of that I started a stretch of six days in a row starting the Saturday before last. Then I did the same thing again starting last Saturday. I had only two days off in the last twelve and they were both on Friday. I didn't do anything on the 1st, but lounge around the house (actually moping). Fatigue can do a number on you. This past Friday I decided that I MUST go to the mall and get some new clothes.

Just in case you forgot, some of my clothes were ruined by squirrels (revelation in regards to this in a future post). I also decided that it was time for a new jacket as well. So I was determined to go get that too. So I decided to take the bus, considering I don't have a car. I tell you doing this was one of the most difficult things of my life.

Why?

It wasn't because I was tired.
And it wasn't because of the bee that landed on my arm at the bus stop either (You should have saw me panicking)

It's because I am trying to go a month without wearing any earphones. Let me tell you that it is tough. I used my MP3 or in the past a discman as a barrier of protection from the world. I would hide behind it so I wouldn't here what others were saying about me. Everything has been fine for the most part. A friend of mines was supposed to go with me to the mall, but for some reason she became sick by the time I got to her house. So she went as far as downtown Rochester with me, to close her bank account, and then went back home. I felt bad, because she seemed out of it. I couldn't go back with to her house with her though. I knew if I did, that I wouldn't have went to the mall. "Escaping" is the best talent I have, and I don't want or like it. So we went on our separate paths.

I went and got some cash from Midtown Plaza while I was downtown, and then I walked back to and caught the bus to the mall. This is where it became difficult. While I was on the "24 Marketplace" bus, there were two people on the bus talking about how much they hate being in Rochester. One (a woman) was from Jamaica, and the other (a young man) from North Carolina. It was one of those moments where I wished I had my MP3. I hated listening to them talk about my hometown like that. I wanted to turn around and say something, but I didn't know what I'd say, and I didn't know what kind of response I would get. So I stood there and I took it.

Like I said up top, I also needed a new jacket. On my way to the mall, there is a plaza called Southtown. There is a Burlington Coat Factory there, and I wanted to go, but I wasn't sure that the bus came anywhere near there. Boy was I wrong. The Plaza wasn't to far from a bus stop, so I got off and went and bought myself a new jacket. Just before I got to Burlington, I called my friend to see if how she was doing. She sounded way better than before, and this was good. It made me feel a hell of a lot better. I arrived a Burlington, and went to check out there jackets. They had some nice ones there, so don't take this the wrong way when I say I didn't want more than half of them.

Sean Jean: I didn't want a white jacket anymore, and a the black one I liked was a little pricey.

G-Unit: Not a big rap fan anymore. Looked great, but I don't buy things that aren't "ME".

Tommy Hilfiger: Someone told me that he is a racist. I don't know if it's true or not, but it definitely deterred me.

FUBU: The one Jacket there that Burlington had in stock, had dirt stains on it. (and I like FUBU. My last four winter coats were FUBU.)

Out with the old!



In with the New



Some coat company called "zErO xPoSuR". Yeah, I'm cheap, but at least I got a free headband with it.

After I grabbed the coat, I ended up doing most of my shopping at Burlington Coat Factory. I'm representing the Buffalo Bills with a $4.99 T-shirt, and a pullover sweater. I also got two pairs of FUBU jeans and a white Sean Jean sweater. At first I was going to wear the black pair of jeans I bought for work, but then I was like NO, because those are a nice pair of jeans. I won't let them go to waste like that.

After I was done there, I headed back for the bus stop I got off of 45 minutes before. I decided to wait for the next 24 Marketplace bus to take me to the mall, and then I notice something. The Freaking mall was right across the street from where I was standing. Traffic was murder, so I had to walk to a crosswalk to cross the street. I still almost ended up getting hit. I did all of the clothes shopping that I was gonna do that day, but I wanted to get a new pair of sneakers for work so I went to Altiers and got a pair of Reeboks, for $40. Way cheap compared to these $80-$150 that people are expected to buy today. While I was there I had a conversation with the clerk, an old man that is looking forward to retirement. He helped me find my sneakers and I thanked him and went to FYE and bought Corinne Bailey Rae's Album, because Stephaine Suggested it awhile back. I will let you know how it goes Stephaine. While I was there, I ended up buying Season 2 of Lost (I could watch it the entire DVD 108 times). Afterwards I called it a day. I was going to go and buy a milkshake, but I saw a bus pull up so, I ran for it and headed home.

I survived that day, and I did it without my MP3 player and earphones. Hopefully I will get over hiding behind them just like I got rid of my craving for soda. Conversation, and making friends is why I am going the month without music on my ears. Wish me luck!

A bad Steve, and A missed Steve

Ever had one of those moments when someone did or said something that made you lose your appetite?

Last Thursday before I went to work, I went to McDonalds to get some breakfast. I ordered my usual Bagel, steak and egg value meal, and a egg Mcmuffin with cheese. After the cashier takes my order, she says to the manager, "Steve, were you able to call anyone in".

Steve replies no.

So then the clerk says, "could you try someone else, because I really don't feel to good". At that point I was thinking, "She is handling my food and she's sick". I didn't want my food at that point, but she already put my debit card through, and I didn't feel like going through the process of being an "ass", by asking for my money back.

So Steve, your lucky I didn't get ill, or there would have been a lawsuit, or my hands wrapped around your throat. When someone is sick send them home, we don't want there cooties!

Speaking of a Steve...Crikey, I can't believe Steve Irwin (The crocodile Hunter) is gone. He was fun to watch. He was enthusiastic with his work. He made you want to watch, and now he's gone. It's funny, because he famous line was involved in some "brother bonding" between my brother Jevon and I.

One day Jevon;For some reason decided that he would be "Steve Irwin" for a couple of hours (Jevon used to imitate The Rock too). He kept saying "Aye Crikey", and the way he said it would have me rolling. You know what's worse, I tried imitating Steve and the best I could do is a British accent (Steve's Australian). Even then my "Raachester" accent was dominant. It sounded horrible, like a drunk pirate (arrrr).

May Steve Irwin rest in peace, and may his family find peace get through his passing and eventually find some way of moving onward.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming!

If there is anyone who wants to join my fantasy football league (Bloggers 'R' Us) let me know.

The "Commish" plays fairly, and I won't be the first to pick (I hope that I won't). If you want to join in, I have about 5 more spots available, and 7 if I don't get a response from the two others (Where oh where are OMZ and Stephaine) that I invited.

I'd be happy if you join, and maybe we can talk smack to each other. It doesn't matter if you know football or not. Heck I'll give you some tips on picks if you want. Honestly its my chance at a social activity. I need to become more social. I need to let people in.

My email for this is inisoul@yahoo.com

The live draft is Sunday at 5pm.

The Muslims are away, so...

Charles gets to play! I get to play pop a pepperoni in my mouth. The Family (well except my nephew and his mother) is in Chicago at a Islamic convention. Can You say Yay! So I walked up to Papa Johns(even though I prefer Pizza Hut), and got me a Pepperoni Pizza. No I didn't get any extra toppings.

No Beef

No Green Peppers

No Tomatoes

No Chicken

No pineapples

Just a plain pepperoni pizza and "I'm loving it". Unlike yesterday when I had an "experience when I was at McDonald's. I'll write about that next time.

For now, I am just going to leave you with two things.

I declare today Pork day, and my theme song is my Pork Poem.

I'm off to enjoy my pizza!

Here's porking at you kid!

Could someone please HELP

Sometimes I just don't understand how people come to there conclusions. Sure everyone has a right to there own opinion, but sometimes other people's perspectives (another form of O.P.P. LMAO) can just hurt, my brain.

Okay, imagine that you were me for a moment. A woman is next in line, and she wants to pay on her phone bill. You ring it up and you tender it out. Then you go to grab her change (here comes the questions).

How do you pick out her change?

Do you give her some of the best change in your drawer?

Do you give her some of the worst change in your drawer?

or

Do you just hand her the first thing you grab, so you can move on and help the next person?

What would you do?

Mind you that it is busy as hell, and everyone wants to be helped too!

I did the latter! I'm not being picky, i'm not being snotty, and i'm just trying to get you in and out.

There are days when you get some good coins, and there are days when you get some coins that you wish the previous owner had cleaned with some CLR.

You can't have everything you want, when you want it, but this woman thinks that i'm out to get her or something.

I hand her the change, and she looks at a penny and says that I gave her the penny on purpose, because I hate her. I don't even know the freakin' lady. The woman is sitting there throwing a fit, because I gave her a dirty penny. Then she asks me to give her a different one. This one is tarnished, but its not as bad as the other one.

"This one is as dirty as the other one". For Pete's sake Lady there are seven other people in line who don't care about getting a dirty penny, they just want to be helped. I told her a penny is a penny and moved on.

If a dirty penny is ruining your day, than you must not have anything else to complain about. Either that or your petty!

As a final note: I am looking for someone to join me and two others in a Yahoo fantasy football league. Anyone interested, email me or leave a comment here.

P.S. I started up my other blog. "My Elusive Dream" It's not much, but I am working on it, and myself.

Collect This!

A couple of years ago I purchased a cell-phone through Sprint, and not only did I get a lousy signal, but I got something else that was lousy.

Something that doesn't even Apply to me!

I can't even remember when it first started. The first call I got, I told them, "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number". I thought it was done and over with, boy was I wrong. The next day they call again, and...

You have the wrong number!

So then I decide that if I don't answer the phone, then it will go away. Sure enough it did, for about three months or so. Then they returned again, with a new number.

I didn't even bother answering this time. Then they stop calling for a short period again, and when they returned, they had a new phone number. I think I have three phone numbers listed in my phone under "Unknown" because of someone named N. Lopez. With my old phone, at least I had a "no ringer" setting for phone calls if I wanted to ignore them. My new phone doesn't have this feature, so I have to use a beep to alert me when they are calling, instead of hearing nothing at all.

I bet you this would annoy anyone that had the same issue!
I bet you that just by reading this you feel annoyed for me!
I bet some of you already know what I am referring too!

I'm talking about these damn bill collectors!

You'd think they would get it through there thick skulls that when someone says you have the wrong number, "YOU HAVE THE WRONG FREAKING NUMBER"!

But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

You'd think that when someone deliberately doesn't answer the phone, these annoying anal cavities would get the point.

But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

At one point they called my phone 5 times in one day. I just wanted to used every four letter word I knew in the dictionary, but I decided to ignore them. I figured that it would just go away.

It did, for about three more months!

They recently started back again, and it is annoying the hell out of me!

I'm curious! After a certain amount of time, a debt collector get there lawyers involved to get the money through legal channels. I know someone who had there bank account emptied because of it. So why haven't they collected this money from this N. Lopez?

It must be either because they have fallen off the face of the freaking Earth.
Maybe its because that person is dead!
Then again maybe N. Lopez could be flat broke and on public assistance, rendering these calls unnecessary and useless I might add.

And get this, recently they started using the words, "If you aren't N. Lopez then disregard the call". Well what the hell do you think I have been doing for the last few years. Who ever this N. Lopez is, will you pay your freaking bill for Pete's sake!

BC (Bill collector): Good Morning I May I speak to N. Lopez.

Me (Charles) I'm sorry, you have the wrong number!

BC: Okay Thank you!

That should be the conclusion, but it's a bit more like this!

BC: This call is for N. Lopez.

BC: Must not be there, I'll call back.

BC: This call is for N. Lopez

BL: Must not want to talk, I'll try back.

BC: This call is for N. Lopez

My Voicemail: Please Leave a message!

BC: Why do I keep getting voicemail?

BC: I'll call back later!

BC: This call is for N. Lopez. (Charles is thinking to himself...Get a Clue!)

BC: I'm so lonely, I think I will call back tomorrow, and see if he is willing to talk!

BC: This call is for N. Lopez.

BC: He must hate me. Am I too fat? (Charles is thinking, go and do some investigating, instead of wasting my time and cell-phone minutes on this futile endeavor)

I think some of the processes of the world are so boneheaded and backwards. It's like there stuck and neutral.

You don't even want to get me started with what I think about government bureaucracy and my opinion of how our system of things are set up. I would make a lot of people pissed at me, the same way I feel about these ignorant debt collectors.

How do you....

A lot of stuff has been happening and this idea has been put on hold until now. Well there is something else on my mind, but that is for a rainy day.

I was wondering, how in the world do people come up with street names? Okay I can understand Mustard street, because that is where the French's plant used to be, but there are some strange streets out there.

here's proof!

A little middle sex anyone!



What is Middlesex...Ooops I hope it isn't anyone's last name. Seriously though I'm just trying to picture it. It's puzzling.

Is a person having sex in the middle of something? Is it when someone calls you on the phone when your in the middle of having sex (happen to me once)? Are you in between two beautiful women getting your groove on? (Although it would be bad if they were big girls, how would you breathe?) By the way, don't kill me, I love me some BBW (Big Beautiful Women). I feel bad for all those kids who snuck a girlfriend, or a boyfriend into there house, and got caught in the middle of having sex. In any case I want to live on this street, because its definitely a conversation piece, and I bet everyone gets there groove on more on this street than any other street.

Then as I am walking by this street I was thinking, "what if my nephew approaches me and asks me what sex is"? "Ahem, I dunno, "I'm just a kid", go ask your mother or father". I can't wait for that one!

Okay, I'm curious! What is the weirdest street name that you have seen?

C'mon tell me! In fact show me, that picture was taken on a camera phone, so most of you cell-phone users don't have an excuse. LOL

And The Winner is....

...Well first let me just say to Chris of Inane Thoughts and Insane Ramblings. Chris wasn't it you who tagged me to give everyone a sample of my playlist? Come on maaaaan (whiny voice) you should have known (lol). I thought that Chris, Omar(MIA) and Ari(MIA) would have definitely got it If I posted the hint with The secret sentence title in the red like I did in previous Secret Sentences. So I decided to leave a clue in the previous post, at the end of it.

That song actually inspired me to do both posts, the song and Michelle's(I'm shocked you didn't know either) email. The idea came from a website link on Jod{i}'s blog. The website is called Creative Writing Prompts (which I will be adding as a favorite link). I saw it one day while looking through her links. I skimmed through it a little and I decided to use Number 5 ("Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use that as the first line in your poem") Well I modified it a little, and decided to use the last line as a clue, along with the song title. I even encouraged anyone reading my secret sentence post to read the post before it.

Go figure!

And the winner is...

Before I announce the winner, I want to announce the runner up. She got it right, so I am giving her props, by not linking anyone besides the winner on this post.

The Runner up is Char of The Dinkiest Maelstrom Island-Side Of The Pond.

are they all amel larrieux song titles?

Yes they are Char!

And The winner is...

Although he got tempted by the darkside and wrote me into a Motel 6 (Shutter at the thought), he was the first person to get it right.

The Winner is...

Bobby, of New Journey!

Congrats! You are the winner. You are to be commended. You have won the contest to end all contests (LMFAO @ that one). That was a boast to end all boasts.

You are to be pimped!

P.S. I challenge everyone to do something similar...A tag if I may. Let us figure out the commonality.

Secret Sentence (Special Edition)

Remember Secret Sentence-The meme where I put highlighted words in my post and have my reader put the words together to form the correct sentence...Of course not, it wasn't that popular.

LMAO

Well I did about 13 of them this could be considered the 14th but hey its a "Special Edition" (HAH).

Its sort of a SS, but not. Instead of giving you words to form a sentence, I am going to give you words as a clue to solve the answer. As usual they will be highlighted in blue (not counting links). A sort of Secret Sentence Theme Meme. If you figure it out, I challenge you to do the exact same thing(you don't have to make it a secret sentence though). In effect I am tagging everyone that reads this post! Yes That means YOU! I learned from the previous Secret Sentences that people didn't want to answer because someone had beat them to the punch. So this time around I will use comment moderation until Monday. They won't be posted to the comments section until sometime next week...Oh say Monday. There won't be any hints, besides if you read me enough you should be able to figure it out. The winner gets pimped in the Pimp Joint.

Secret Sentence (Well sort of)-What do all of these words have in common?

Its around 4 in the morning as I am typing this post. It's a good thing that I don't have to get up in the morning to go to work. I'm so tired that it feels like my eyes are hanging out of there sockets. I bet your eyes don't feel this way because you are probably sleeping while I am typing this.

If you hadn't notice, I the last post I wrote was the first in about a week. I wouldn't have posted at all if Michelle didn't email me. So I am thanking her for her email, and for the reply she sent me when I emailed her back. A former co-worker (whom I had a crush by the way) of mines who is dear to me lost her father a little over a week ago. She looked so sad, and I wish that there was something I could do to bring her dad back. She-Herself had a battle of her own growing up as a child. She had a battle with cancer, and she overcame it. I'm sure she will overcome this too, but she will never forget her father. I remember when we used to work together,I thought she was so cool, I would never expect her to say certain words Like (Damn Charles LOL). Her voice sounded like that of a little girl, it was so cute. I would smile when ever she would say something, and unlike everyone else at the desk at that time, I could easily talk to her. So you can imagine how upset I must feel at myself for not telling her how sorry I feel for her dad's passing.

I thought about her and her father, and then it made me think about me and my father. This in turn made me feel down. I guarantee that her relationship with her dad was better than the one that me and my dad have. Death is an inevitable thing, I don't know how I am going to react when my dad passes on, but there will be a reaction. I love my dad, but our father/son relationship is no where near where I would have liked it to be. It's just one unanswered question after another. I just feel that there is something I'm not being told. I want to know why he didn't come get me on a constant basis. I want to know what he was like when he was growing up. I want to know if there was something I did wrong that stopped him from getting me. I want to know if it was my fault for my parents divorce. I want to know my dad, because I feel it would help me to get to know myself better, to make me whole. I remember when I was a kid, there was no one else who I wanted to be like than him. I looked up to him, I didn't want to listen to the negative things that my mom said about him (for the record vice versa). They probably don't remember, but they did. I didn't want to believe them. It's been about two years now since my dad and I talked. I heard that he isn't feeling to good. I wish that he would listen to his doctors and give up stuff like ice cream. It's funny vanilla is his favorite, and its mines too.

Believe it or not-Regardless of what time this post says, it's 5:29am and I am still up. I haven't slept well in three days. Been up watching TV and such. Just once I wish I could sleep for at least eight hours straight. Can you tell I'm feeling a little down...Yeah!

Why do bad things always seem to happen to me when I go to the Laundromat? Partially bleached clothes, a weird lady, and a stupid dryer that didn't dry my clothes. Now I can add broken earphones to that list. Okay there are three seats bolted together as one chair. Someone decided to move these seats away from the window and out of the sunlight, because of the hot weather. When I get there I see this and I felt kind of awkward sitting on the one of the seats, in the middle of the floor.

So I decided to move them back to there original position. I had to bend over to do this and unbeknownst to me there was a crack in the middle chair. Guess what, at that moment what seemed to be something out of a planned storybook happens. Sometimes I wonder if somewhere God is sitting at a desk, writing a cleverly laid story, with sub-plots woven together with everyone's lives intertwined together. Because at that very moment, while I was pushing those stupid chairs (as a reminder: I call every inanimate object stupid out of frustration) back to there original spot, my earphone cord gets caught on the crack in the middle chair.

It was a rather huge crack that for some reason I hadn't noticed until I finished pushing the chairs back. I noticed when I straightened up my body from bending over, because my earphones were pulled off of my head, and the side with the cord on it broke off. I Ruined earphones, so I decided out of anger to make them a matching pair, and I ripped the other side of the earphones of too. Nothing but trouble when I go to do my laundry, well at least it makes for a good story. Too bad that magic isn't tangible, because I loved those earphones. I had them for a long time. They had some sentimental value to them. As we know sentimental value is worth a lot of money...in bizzaro world.

I learned my lesson though. Say NO to Crack! Whether it's booty crack, drug crack or a cracked chair, just say no to all Crack!

See YA!

PS: it's 6:23am now!

Walk Away

I walk up to it
And put my hand upon it
Tension in my mind begins to mount
Doubt
It overwhelms me
Screaming at me

Walk Away

I’ve waited for so long for this moment
For this chance
I pray that the qualm doesn’t sway me
I just close my eyes
And place my ear against it
Hoping that I can hear
Something
Hoping that there is a sign
Give me an okay
Nothing
Of course it wouldn’t be that easy

Walk Away

Every fiber of my being is
Commanding
But then there is that tiny microbe
Minuscule
But loud nonetheless
A voice inside me
Telling me everything will be fine
Empowering
It tells me to grab the knob
As I turn it
The voices become deafening

WALK AWAY

It doesn’t matter though
It is locked and I don’t have the key
Frustrated
I fall to my knees and begin to weep
Frustrated
The doubts within
Take control of me
Moments of happiness
Of love
Moments of peace
Of being
These are all memories of life
Within my grasp
But I have an obstacle to pass
That is demanding
I
Walk Away



Inspired By a line from a song called "Morning" by Amel Larrieux
if its behind that door, then let me break it

Clean up, clean up, everybody...

Yesterday, I found myself a little upset. More than a week ago, we had some guys work in our "jungle", in our back yard. They removed most of the oversized bushes that had grown into trees. These things were huge, and honestly-I wanted nothing to do with it.

Years ago, before we my mom and my "step-on-me-dad" bought this house, I warned them about problems that they would be facing. I may have been a 18 year old Mr. No-it-all/smarty-pants/brat, but had a bad feeling about this house, and I was right. We have a lot of repairs that need to be taken care of, some of which is outside.

Like I said before those bushes were overwhelmingly tall, and I didn't want any part of them, at first. I was going to attempt to take them down, but we only had an electric trimmer, and extension cords didn't go far enough. I ended giving up and letting them get some paid help. They did most of it, but there are a few bushes left, and our decaying grill made of brick.

The hired help dragged and carried all of the giant bushes to the front of our yard for when garbage day arrived. Wednesday came along and this rather huge truck with a grappler came and picked up our bushes. When the refuse truck was done, there was a huge mess on our front lawn.

One week goes by, and I am thinking to myself that the hired help is going to come and finish what they started. They never came back. This week I "see" it more consciously than last week. So this morning instead of becoming frustrated, and complain about how horribly our yard looks, I decided to clean it up.

The only thing is, I took a shower before I started cleaning. Man was that a mistake!

There were branches everywhere! Big branches small branches, long branches, and branches with thorns. First I took care of the branches, while I picking them up, I notice a butcher knife (welcome to the Ghetto). A freakin' butcher knife in our front lawn. I can only imagine what its purpose was, and why it was there. I sure didn't touch it though. I grabbed my rake, and my shovel and raked the knife into the shovel, and then put it into a garbage bag.

Let me tell you that a knife was the least of my surprises.

After I took care of that I ended up hurting my right index finger on a branch that I broke in two. It left a small sore, with a deep gash. Even peroxide was burning...I hate alcohol, it stings.



I continued to pick up the branches. I broke the ones that were too big into pieces, so they wouldn't shred the bag. One of the branches was pretty big and long and dense. I couldn't break it with my bare hands, so I hit the branch against the tree in our front lawn. Wood against wood if you will. The tree and me won, and I sent part of that branch into the street. I broke it in three pieces with the help of our tree. I'm glad I come with some great ideas (I am so SMART).

When I got done cleaning our front lawn, I decided to clean the grass on the hill in front of our house. Did I mention that our house is on a hill. I have such a wonderful time shoveling the driveway during the winter (sarcastically speaking). Remember when I said that the butcher knife was the least of my surprises well...



(Still have to trim those things)

I trekked up that mountain and when I got to the top, I notice a ton of garbage up there. One particular piece of garbage was strangely enough a pair of what looked to be like Daisy Dukes. Who done came up in our yard stripped off there pants huh??? I also had to pull out a juice bottle. This wasn't any ordinary juice bottle either. I couldn't use the rake to pull out from underneath the bushes either, because it was too heavy for it. So I grabbed the shovel, and when I was finally able to reach it, I noticed that the stupid bottle had water in it. Not only that but inside floating in the water was something bright green. I found candy containers, pop bottles, cups, bags. I found everything but the kitchen sink and a condom (I'm actually suprised about that one).

I also swept the sides of our house. All and all, I think I did a pretty good job, and I got some exercise out of it. Now if only I had three more of me, then I could tackle the back yard by "myself". We got even more interesting debris back there. A broken wheel barrel, and someone's discarded car batteries. Shows you how much some people care about others property huh.

I just want to know one thing! How hard is it for someone to throw there trash into a garbage can?

(Un)Reality

Unreal

I am a monkey that has some very strong legs, and I am trying my hardest to kick a ball as far as I can. Wait, did I say I was a monkey? Seriously, I have fallen like so many others on Blogmad to an addiction of monkey madness. There is this game called (wait a minute, I can kick the ball again) Monkey Kick Off. The name speaks for itself, there is a monkey that is obviously obsessed with kicking a ball (I can kick again). Your goal is too kick the ball as far as you can. If you want to challenge my score here is the link. Is it me or is this game addictive. Is it me or was that monkey a kangaroo in a previous life.

Real

Recently I have realized that I am not happy with the current situation that I am in. I have realized that I was more independent when I was a child in comparison to now. I have also realized that at the rate I am going, I am going to have to quit my job for health reasons. I am not as happy there as I once was. Its kind of like my body is coming to work, while my mind is elsewhere. I need a new job, something a little bit different. Most of the jobs today require some kind of degree, and the ones that don't are temporary jobs through those Temp agencies. I can either go back to school, or I can take my chances with those temp agencies until I find a job that will hire me permanently. The night I came to this "reality", I filled out a application form at Monroe Community College. Now all I have to do is get one of those gift cards with a Mastercard logo on it. I think I am going to try college again.

"The Adjustment"

In this post, I asked if anyone would “adjust “ there underwear in the public. I got some interesting answers.

Some of you implied that you go “commando”

One of you thought that its okay as long as you aren’t “Digging For Gold”.

To the “commandoes”-Imagine that you are wearing underwear for a day…Okay!

I was at work and I: for some reason was in a uncontrollable laughing mood. I was checking out women as they were coming into and leaving the store. There was this one particular woman that walked in who had a nice butt, a big butt, and a curvaceous body. As my eyes followed the butt…er…I mean the woman in I was still checking her out, when all of a sudden she did something to my surprise.

She adjusted her underwear!

I was in shock! I paused for a minute and said to myself, “did she just”. Then I asked my co-worker at the desk, and she started laughing. I was already cracking up, when…

Have any of you have a way of saying something in your head that sounds right, but when it comes out of your mouth things turn horribly wrong. Well one of the runners on the Front-End comes up to the desk, and I am just totally out of control at this point, with no barriers, and control over myself. I had a question on my mind, and I wanted to ask her. It was meant to be asked the same way as written here, but it didn‘t come out that way. This is why I hold back my thoughts some of the time. I have to remember to think before I speak.

What was it that I asked her???

Would you drop your panties out of your butt in the public?

It sounded right in my head, but when it came out of my mouth, the runner was like, “Huh“.

It didn’t end there just yet. The runner replied by saying, “It depends…how much am I going to get paid“. I didn’t see that one coming either. I started rolling, and then my co-worker at the desk, ended up asking the runner the question in a more “tasteful” way.

Still it was fun, and funny though.

Afterwards I was thinking about the times when I had to make an adjustment. When I am at work, I usually go behind the recycling machines and adjust, and I don’t just mean adjusting in the back either. Sometimes a guys “pReCiOuS” can get caught in between the hole in the front of his underwear, leaving him feeling very, very uncomfortable. I’m not going to go the entire day with it just hanging there like that. NO, I’m going to fix it, but I am going to do it someplace privately (LOL remove the l and y), where no one can see me.

Don’t worry, I sanitize afterwards.

"Hot Thoughts"

Where do I start?

Let me just say thank you to everyone who left there thoughtful comments in last Saturdays post. I was…I am feeling a little down, and a tad bit under the weather, so my posts have been a little less frequent as of late.

Last night I had intended to write and post, but I ended up messing with my Blogger template. It’s the same template, but I changed the color schemes using HTML code. I also widened the body for my posts and placed the titles of my blogs on the outside of each post. I also centered my banner, because it was kind of off. It took awhile to do all this, because I am but a mere amateur at this. I had to use the preview option to see how it turns out. I like it, but I want to put my post titles in a border, kind of like Stevens, but I want the length of the border to be a bit longer. I feel that there is still something missing! I wonder what else I can do to it.

Remember when I said that I “poured” instead of sweating. Well today I ask the question, “What’s the next level after “pour”. After this day is over, hopefully I will have an answer. After this day is over, I may lose ten pounds. After this day is over, I am going to curse out anyone who says, “I wish summer was here” when the winter season starts. Why you ask… BECAUSE I AM GOING TO EXPERIENCE WEATHER SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE SOUTH AND CALIFORNIA, THAT’S WHY. We are expecting 100 degree weather today. I think this has only happened once in my lifetime in Rochester. I don’t remember it from my past, but if we top out at 100 degrees today, I will never…ever forget it. What makes matters worse is that I have to work today (a sarcastic hooray). I’m catching the bus, and I bringing some water with me too. I don’t care what anyone says to me at work. I am going to have about five drinks, and I am going to drink them in front of the customers regardless of professionalism.

I’ve mentioned before that I am in a battle with anxiety. Always wondering what people think of me, if they are laughing at me. I even have a difficult time making phone calls. I realized now, that regardless of whether or not I stutter, I have the right to exist, and I have the right to make a phone call. They can either say yes or no. They can either pick up the phone or let it wring. I have NO control over anyone’s actions but my own. With that said, I put my fears aside and I did something that I wanted to do for a long time. I have had the same house key since we moved in this house in 1994 (its 2006 by the way…LOL). I wanted to get one of those decorated keys. I wanted one for months now, ever since I saw my sister Ablah with her Winnie the Pooh key. After I got off of work, I walked up to the hardware store across the street from work and I asked for the key I wanted and I got it.

Mission Accomplished!



Are you ready for some football? Hell Yeah!



Yesterday in the wee hours of the morning I saw an article on yahoo that made me think “Duh”. You don’t need Obvious Man to answer this question.



Why don't we get a break at the pump...Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely! The oil companies got enough money to to buy the United States and then some, but they want more. They can't have enough money. Greed is the fuel (pun intended) behind the rise and prices, so I don't give a {expetive deleted} what kind of explanation the media or these companies are giving.

Later

P.S.
Next time: "The Adjustment"