You can't keep a good man down

You can't keep a good man down, or away for that matter. I hope everybody had a great turkey day, I myself had a very relaxing four days off, did not do much but play video games, I am now dwveloping a condition in my hands where they are constantly in the shape of a videogame controller. For Thanksgiving, I volunteered at a homeless shelter to hand out food and clean, it was really good to see so many people coming out for thanksgiving, but it would be nicer if they volunteered more than one day a year, but was still nice to see so many volunteers. Because i dont have a family here in the US, I was invited over to my friend's family's thanksiving dinner. I always feel a little uncomfortable, when invited to other peoples family events, I feel somewhat out of place because, well it is their family event. Did not do much after that went to a cool house gathereing where I met one person and all we did was talk about how much we dislike certain hollywood personas, it was a pretty cool conversation, andit was nice to meet somebody new, and no there were no romantic inclinations, just two people sharing good conversation. Ok I know this was a boring post, but that is my life, if something eventful does happen, you all will be the first to hear.

Geeks of the world unite

OK folks I realize that my posts are becoming more sporadic over time, but I honestly have a good reason, as of Tuesday 12.15 A.M I became the proud owner of an xbox 360! Yes I am one of the geeks who waited in line for the new multimedia accessory of the moment. If anybody is interested, I will post my review of my early xmas present. OK back to gaming, Have a happy thanksgiving everybody

Bring back the good old days

Wow two posts in one day, I am returning to blogging with a vengence. I am going to try and keep my posts mostly light hearted in the spirit of trying to erase the negativity which has come to surround my blog universe.
I don't know if anybody else has noticed that there is a trend in dating patterns, this can come from body parts to style to race, hell it was even trendy to be bisexual for a while. Being a single light skinned biracial person I pay attention to dating trends. I reemember when light skin brothers were the shit, everybody wanted them an Al B Sure, Christopher Willams type brother. Even MJ noticed this, although he went a little too far with the bleach. Then Wesley Snipes had to come along and ruin everything, soon after it was the darker the berry the sweeter the juice period. Now with the emergence of Justin Timberlake and eminem, it would seem that white males are the en vogue choice of dating preferences. Now I am not mad at how the trends have leaned, ok fuck that I'm mad, we need to have a revolution. Rock, shemar, Vin, all you pretty high yellow bastards need to come out of the woodwork and get your faces into regular rotation, because us little people are suffering.

I hate the cold

Ok for those of you who are new to my blog, I am currently trying to become a police officer, I have not been accepted yet, but am trying to raise my level of fitness, so that I am prepared once I enter the academy. I have been running, lifting weights, attending combat submission classes, and have been trying to clean up my diet, I recently gave up all alcohol and red meat, damn I could murded a steak right now. I also live in Minneapolis, quite possibly one of the worst places to live in the US, it is blazing hot in the summer, and freakishly cold in the winter, which leads me to my post. I have been running 3 to 4 miles about 5 times a week, for the last 6 weeks, unfortunately winter has finally found its way to the mini apple, today on my run it was 16 degrees, and that does not even include the wind chill, whilst running it reminded me off a funny story which happened to me back in college days.
When I attended college back in the day, I was on the track team, I was nothing special, did not get recruited, but was noticed one day whilst working out, and asked to join the track team. I figured why not, damn that shit was tough, running sprints, then finishing up with some type of multi mile cool down, needless to say I was in the best shape of my life back then. Well one day I decided to do a run outside, now this was in the dead of winter, the temp had been registered at minus 50 with wind chill, and that is not an exaggreration. Now I was raised in the carribean, and this cold shit i still could not get used to, but I knew that if iwas going to run in this shit, I had to layer my clothes, so I started out with a t-shirt, long sleeve shirt, sweat shirt, wind breaker. I was ready to go I had my hat, my gloves and I was out the door. About half a mile into my run I realised that in all my careful planning and layering, I had totally protected my upper body, but completely forgot to protect my lower body. I dont think my meat and two vegg have ever forgiven me for the pain which I subjected my future stick too. I tried to stick out the run, but the pain was unbearable, and had to high tail my caramel colored ass back home. Once home I think it took at least an hour for little future to defrost(i call him little future because there was much shrinkage that day).
Todays run was nowhere near as cold as that day, but it is a reminder that winter is here, and God I hate the cold.

I apologize

Ok I owe the people who do occasionally stop my blog an apology, I just have not been much into writing recently, my blog experiences have been marred, I still peruse all your blogs profusely, but I have to admit what I see out there upsets me. I see so much negativity it really is quite depressing, and I don't mean peoples odd rants and raves, but I am talking about malicious blog bashing, At least five of the blogs which I read have had some kind of drama, and I mean hurtful talk about your mama type drama. When I first started blogging, it was a fun hobby, I met some cool people, read a lot of amusing blogs, and learned more by reading people's blogs than what i could find in the newspaper about different current events. I do have some advice for my fellow bloggers, when we blog we share a part of ourselves, and yes we do have people out there who follow our blogs, if we know that what we are going to write could potentially upset somebody, I say choose discretion, yes you may be a card carrying member of the klan, a cracker hating member of the black panthers, a pro choice republican, a pinko lefty, whatever you are take responsibility for your blog, and dont be afraid to learn.
I hope to be back blogging with regularity soon.
P.S thanks Gareth for just being the person that you are

A boring ass Minneapolis weekend

Ok this a rare occasion for me, I am actually home this weekend in the mini apple, and I am bored out of my freaking gourd, Friday did not do anything, walked the dog, then came home and stayed in and watched quality Friday night TV, at about 1:30 A.M, I heard a commotion going on outside my house, being the concerned(nosy) neighbour that I am I look out the window to see some morons throwing pumpkins into the middle of street, what is the term used to describe these people, oh yes I remember FUCKING IDIOTS. I shout out my window in "you better pick that shit up" Now why did i get involved? It turns out these are my tenants friends, so I am somewhat responsible, now I know I am not getting my caramel colored ass out of bed to clean up their shit, so I have to resort to my teaching/dog command voice to get them to clean up their mess. Their response was pretty funny, all apologetic they come back out with trash bags, and start cleaning the middle of the street of pumpkin. Ha Ha I love my bad attitude.
Saturday was another lazy day but that night my friend MT asked me to go see Shopgir, I knew nothing about his movie except it starred Claire Danes(boring actress) and Steve Martin(unfunny guy in my opinion) I wanted to see Jarhead, I know typical guy, but hey what can I say I posess a penis.
My opinion of Shopgirl, go see this movie, this was an excellent movie, Jason Scwartzman was excellent comic relief, and I was really impressed with the cinematography and imagery , Martin and danes played their roles very convincingly, you actually feel sorry for both of them during the movie. A great date movie.
Sunday was a stay in bed day, the weather was cold, and I did not feel like doing a damn thing, oh and my background investigation is finally over, it should be only a couple of weeks untiol I find out if i'm the popo.

My LA weekend

Now I know I should have posted this before my last airport story, but I needed to get that off my chest first. I arrive into LA without a hitch, goto the rental parking lot to pick up my car, and what happens? There's no friggin car waitng for me, I speak to the attendant, and he gives me a free upgrade, woohoo, what car to pick? I spy a sebring convertible an d I think perfect, aconvertible in sunny LA, you can't beat that. Folks let me tell you something, stay away from sebrings, they are one piece of shit vehicles, apart from having absolutely no power, the damn car has the turning radius of a semi without power steering!!
Friday night I partied at a black club in LA, which was pretty cool with the exception of I have never seen so many ugly people congregate in one place, but that's ok I have a date on Saturday, and I am not trying to spread myself thin.
Saturday's date was pretty cool, we played miniture golf, air hockey, did some Go Kart racing, and walked around an arcade. An interesting observation, I don;t know if you guys are familiar with the dance dance revolution video games, it is kind of like the game Simon, except you you use your legs to push the buttons instead of your hands, my date and I spot this kid just going to town on this machine, and you knew this kid was serious because he came to the arcade with his towell and his gatorade, I think he might be getting sponsored by soul train.
My date went pretty well, but there was no real sparks between us, so we agreed to be friends, and I am ok with that because she was cool to begin with, and I you can never have too many friends, unless your MC Hammer.
Saturday night I hit up this club in the OC, it was pretty cool, I dressed up as Anakin Skywalker, and I went all out, I'm talking Jedi robe, anakin outfit, even a lightsaber, I tell youteh force is strong with this one!
Sunday I lounged around until it was time for me leave for the airport

Airports can kiss my caramel colored ass

Ok now I know it sounds like I am making these airline stories up, but let me promise you they are 100% true with no embellishments , I hate airports and they hate me. For my return trip back from Los Angeles, I knew that I had take the 405 to grt to LAX, I knew about the 405’s reputation of being the worlds biggest car park, so I gave myself a 55 minute time period to drive what would normally take 10 minutes, I jump on th 405 traffic is moving at a strady pace then bam, gridlock, that’s ok I have plenty of time, there is probably some type of accident up there, what is it with people always slowing down to a snails pace when there is an accident? You can’t do anything about it, you are not going to stop and help. So just keep driving, and stop causing traffic jams. Back to my gridlock hell, we chug along at a snails pace, when sure enough there is an accident, great now the pace can pick up, or so I thought, no we are still continuing at a Fema response time pace, now I am starting to get worried, I do not want to miss my flight. Finally I encounter the second accident on the 405, now traffic is starting move, I finally get to budget and drop of my rental car, except now the shuttle bus is running late, finally he arrives, but now the shiftless bastard is taking a break, I ask him can we leave seeing as you are running 15 minutes behind schedule, and I have a to be at he airport in 4 minutes. This muthafucker tries to hustle me, he says he cant leave right now, but if I take care of him he will, I’m in a hurry so I throw him a couple of bucks and we are on our way. I try to check in using the auto check in and it tells me that I cannot check in now, I flag down an attendant, she tells me if I run you can make it on the flight, only problem is, is that my gate is at the end of the airport, no problem I am used to running for a flight, I take of flying, I get to the security point I ask the TSA agent is this the right way to my gate, she replies no it is in the other section, FUUUUCCCKKK, a couple seconds later she informs me she is kidding, ha ha very funny motherfucker, do I look like a person with a sense of humor rt now. I go thru the x-ray machine, same drill as before, backpack on my back, pants in the other hand, and take off running, right as I get to the gate, they are closing the door, I yell stop, I’m on that flight, I get on the plane and start to breathe a little easier when I remember, SHIT I LEFT MY CARRY ON AT THE XRAY MACHINE. I in form the stewardess I left my other bag at the x-ray machine and I take off running again, luckily they did not turn my bag over to the bomb squad, I grab my bag and start running back to the plane. Second time around I get there before the plane is taking off, but they wont let me back on the plane, and I have to get the next flight.
Next fucking flight does not leave for another hour, and on top of that I have a 3 hour layover in Vegas. Ok so I finally am on the red eye from Vegas to Minneapolis, everything is cool, I have nobody sitting next to me, I can sleep on the red eye, the plane takes off and I start to fall asleep, the end, but no there’s more, a couple spys my empty seats and decide to sit next to me, thus waking me up in the process of their changing seats, but then on top of that the inconsiderate assholes put their dome lights on. YOU FUCKING MORONS, IT’S A RED EYE, PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING, MORE IMPORTNATLY I’M SLEEPING. SO now I am flying a damn redeye which will arrive in Minneapolis at 4:15, and I have to work at 7:30, and I can’t sleep because of some brain and manner deficient asshole.
This is why I hate flying