LATE PEOPLE

Well. It's a great yet chilly Friday night and I'm sitting at a booth alone waiting for my friends to show up mind you they are and hour late. I guess it's true what they say about a watched pot because I keep looking at the door waiting for them to walk through it. What is it with people and time? And I hate to say it but what is it with black people and time? We can not get it together. I just don't understand. U can say meet me at 8 o'clock and then 9 o clock rolls around and we are just strolling through the door like everything is ok and all is good in the world. I just don't understand this mentality. Don't you know that punctuality is a virtue. Something to strive for. In this day and age when everyone is networking and living very busy lives there is very little tolerance for tardiness. I find that I'm blogin the most when people have annoyed or offended me. Back to the subject at hand mind you it's hard to focus because the table next to me is loud as hell. But what do you expect at a bar? Anyways. What's also annoying is that when you ask the late arrivals how much longer its going to be before they actually do arrive and they say a few minutes knowing full well that a few minutes means another thirty. Is age directly related as well? I'm a bit older than the people I'm waiting for. I know things happen and geez I can't complain to much but I'm never more than 15 minutes late. My time is very valuable to me and I don't have time to sit in a packed bar waiting on two people who don't care about my time. Well that's all I have to say on the subject. I should tell you not to feel to bad for me. I consider myself pretty clever when it comes to these matters. Which is why I have plenty of games and music on my phone for such instances. Also readers you should know that I didn't even leave my house until I was reasonably sure that they were on the way here and sadly they are still frigging late. What does that say? So although I've only been hear about 20 mins verses an hour and a half. I'm still pissed. Ha. Trust it will be made quite clear that I will never wait on them again if this is how I'm to be treated. I know my limits and tardiness is a huge pet peeve. I'm kind of glad that I've had time to spend blogging though I wish it were on a happier note. Oh well. I've lived and I have learned. I'm not to bitter after all the long island I'm drinking is lifting my spirits!

Me And Modern Technology

Just today I was helping my mother with something mechanical. She's in her sixties which mind you I don't think is old at all. I see her struggling with things like the vent on the refrigerator and anything technological and I think to myself this stuff is so easy mom. Well the old foot is constantly being thrown in the mouth on many subjects including this one. I fumble and fumble lately with these websites and my cell phone and I get so frustrated. I see people half my age whizzing through this stuff like it's nothing and I struggle to figure out how to log out of Facebook. I promise it's like personal sabotage. I always promised myself that I would be the old man asking his grand kids how to turn on the telephone. But is it me, or is everything becoming way more difficult to operate than necessary? I feel like I'm slowly falling into that group o people that young men and women look at and shake their head and silently laugh inside because it comes so easily to them. I used to be that young person. But the even more tragic part of this is that I'm not even that old! They say I'd you don't use it you lose it. Well I can attest to tsp being a fable because

I've been using the computer an Internet as long as I can remember I even had a commodore 64 for all those old enough to remember what those were. I wrote programs and everything on that thing and now at the ripe old age of..... 30 something I can't even figure out how to log off of Facebook. Ok so I'm exaggerating a little bit but it's almost that bad. At any rate I've got to work harder than ever before to at least look like I know what I'm doing. I suppose however that a great deal of my problem stems from the fact that I can't ever remember my password to my accounts thus I can never get into them and that's a whole other discussion. So with all that said the lesson for me tonight is to submit to the reality that my memory isn't all that it used to be and to securely write down my passwords for retrieval at the required time. Ironically I'm using this compounded iPhone to write this blog. Talk about modern technology at it's best.

KIDS AND PLANES

Ok so I have a friend or two that have children. I've heard of traveling horror stories with these children. I can't imagine because I am not a parent. Because I'm not a parent might explain the low level of tolerance I have for being in this situation. I mean I don't dislike kids but I don't want to sit next to a little overly active three year old either. I supposed you have realized by now I'm on a plane siting next to an overly active three year old.

Well I'm not devastated or anything its just he's touched me a million times offered me his sippy cup and thrown a few toys in my general direction, and I smile of course because I'm a nice person. Even though I'm dogging this kid and his mother who happen to be sitting next to me hoping that she doesn't lean over and see what I'm typing.

Not to be mean but put some vodka in his sippy cup to calm him down. Ok I know that's against the law but why do I have to suffer? I don't know what the solution is necessarily but there has to be something? Children's Tylenol maybe would be a good alternative to the vodka. Anything to knock this kid out.

I guess I should be worried about my fatherly instincts since all this boo hooing seems to be out of character for any good father or father to be?! Well if I do that's ok because I'll just take some parenting classes and subject myself to Mondays at daycare with children that aren't mine just to become accustomed to the whole ordeal. In the mean time I'll just continue to write hateful blogs about other peoples children and hope for the best. Do I smell poop? Geez get me out of here!

Fighting Temptation

Well, you might think that this is about sex or drinking or some other horrible habit or behavior. Well not really. It about this problem that I have.

I always have to pee when in the worst of situations or positions. Like for instance. Sitting next to an overly active child two seats away from the aisle. Geez. It always happens to me! This is real talk people though you may never care to read about it. Or another instance is at the movies right when the best part o the movie is about to occur. Blam! Blatter overload. And it's not like I'm drinking tons of water or anything it just automatic like my blather knows I am sitting in a car a hundred miles from the nearest restroom and it wants to torture me. I suppose that I could see a doctor about it but what's the use she would probably just give me some pill that will inevitable have some horrible side effect like my penis fallen off or becoming inoperable. These things they happen to me. Well did you like this blog? What do you expect on a three out plane ride?

The Nature Of Things

Well hmmmmm. I utterly hate flying! I find it to be the most unnatural of things to do on earth. Some people take to the air like their mother was an eagle or something. But me? Not so much. I've always been afraid of hurling through the air at hundreds of miles an hour with nothing holding me up but this invisible force that could possibly just decide to no longer be. I know that's a ridiculous notion but still.

What I do find amazing is this wondrous planet we live on. It is nice to be able to soar through the air and experience a close relationship with the heavens and see all the cloud formations and the ground below me with all it's quirks. It's just that crash factor that fucks it all up. Sorry please forgive my language.

I don't necessarily consider myself a negative person just a realist. In lite of reason years and the things done with planes I don't think my amount of worry or concern isn't warranted.

So I just try to relax and pop some music in my ear that might calm my nerves and wait for the inevitable trip back to the ground. Landing is the greatest and worst joy. Aside from this kid picking at my super gianormous arm mole. Why isn't guanormous in the dictionary. Oh well vie exhausted my extensive vocabulary and I think this conclusdes my airplane rants. Maybe next time I'll take the frigging bus. .................nah!

CRAZY LOVE, LOVE AS A DISEASE

Ummmmm now that’s a headline for you! Crazy love! What does that mean? First of all, I would like to say just how over used and abused the word love is. I mean I preach it like its stuck in my throat but I also know that most people use the word love so generically that it may as well just be “hello”. We all have experienced some emotion or feeling that we equate to this magnificent word. But really what is love?




As defined by wikipedia love is an intense feeling of affection and care toward another. I would rather liken it to a disease of the brain. Love seriously screws up the head and all things sensible for a lot of people. Some would say that isn’t love. I insist that’s exactly what love is perhaps not in the truest since of the word but that’s what is de-evolved to. I can imagine a time in our evolution when we had much better bonds between lovers, a time when the silliness that we see now between men and women was outweighed clearly by the need to survive. What a concept. Now that we can literally be independent of one another is when the petty and foolish behavior sets in.

So now we have crazy love. We burn clothes and shot and harm each other in the name of love. What kind of garbage is that? Get a grip people its not that serious. In there lies the problem, we have found love to be way more serious and not as sincere as it used to be. I’m saying this like I lived a hundred years ago but a hundred years ago people were not doing the things to each other that they are doing today. People in “love” are sick in love as far as I’m concerned. It’s one thing to share an intense feeling or affection for someone but it’s another to become obsessed with him or her. Its one thing to want to trust someone with your heart and feelings, but it’s another to go full blown Cagney and Lacy on someone.

All this to say what? I find that most people who are in ”love” are miserable, hence my equating the whole ordeal to a disease. Break it down disease = dis-ease, meaning not at ease. A.K.A MISERALBE! Ok I’m on my soapbox now but at any rate. Find some peace in your relationships people. It’s not that serious. If you have an intense feeling of affection for someone I think that’s wonderful. However you have to be the master of your emotions and not have them be the master of you.

THE N WORD, ITS MORE THAN JUST A WORD

Growing up I distinctly recall the “n” word being used very often in my presence. I’ve even used it to refer to someone fondly or as a greeting. Why did I do it then? Well it just didn’t mean that much to me at the time. Now that I’m older and a little wiser I realize that though the word is only given power by the receiver that no matter what context that it’s used in it still has as meaning. It still makes reference to a time and a place where black men and women were being grossly mistreated by another group of people. Soooooooooooooooo. Now having experienced some discrimination in my adult life and know how it must have been ten times worse for people like my mother and grandmother, how can I go on using such a vile and hateful word. I see it in the children that are coming along today. They may or may not know what discrimination feels like and I definitely can say that they don’t know the horrible feeling of oppression so how can they have any reverence for the people who’ve suffered at the hand of that word?


To me it is completely illogical to try and say that the word has been reinvented. It’s because we, we being blacks, couldn’t have come up with a new word that had nothing to do with the “n” word to be our champion? It’s like saying I’m going to take the word Popsicle and have it be a social greeting from this point on. “Good popsicle sir”, yeah I’m going to be thinking about ice cream the whole time. It just doesn’t work. I just don’t believe that enough time will ever pass that we can forget the hurt and the pain suffered as a result of such a hate inspired word. Though we can look fondly at the people who may say it to us, I personally know that I will always remember the slaves and the many blacks that were discriminated against so long ago. So here’s my stance. I’m not going to use it. I encourage others to do the same!