In my CD changer: actually my CD changer has been phased out due to my newly acquired Ipod, and it’s erratic CD play. However, the afore mentioned Ipod needs to be shipped in for service currently so I’ve been using my dad’s old Mp3 player since he also has a newly acquired Ipod. He has a lot of Billie holiday, Milton Nascimento and Miles Davis songs I haven’t heard. Some Sam Cooke I haven’t gotten to yet, and my current favorite Ray Charles song; “Don’t let the sun catch you crying.”
On the waiting list: All the songs on my damn Ipod. I got 2600 songs that I gotta upload all over again when I get my Ipod back from the factory. *sigh* all that hard work for nothing.
In my DVD player: man I haven’t looked in my DVD player in weeks. My dad TIVOed “There eyes were watching God” So I’ll be spending some qt with that sooner than later.
Next in Line: Directors cut of Donnie Darko. I can’t imagine how different it can be from the original including the deleted scenes I’ve already watched. However no time with Donnie Darko is time wasted so it doesn’t matter if it is the same movie over again.
In my agenda: I need to clean up my bathroom cause I’m having a houseguest soon. I’m sure I could stand to bring all those dirty clothes in my hamper somewhere to be washed. I really should get a haircut. It’s always a big hassle trying to catch up with my barber cause he has a real job and don’t have time to be cutting my hair for five lil dollars at my beck and call. I just stopped trying to track him down after a while and said “forget it. I’ma just see what happens with it.” But my mama raised me better than to be looking all trifling when you meet someone for the first time. Need to wake my dumb ass up and go to work tomorrow even though these people been playing with my check for three weeks now. Need to do some real writing instead of blogging all the time. Man I got a lot of stuff on my agenda. Let’s see how much of it gets done.
In my brain: I was watching Cold Pizza for the first time ever. For those who aren’t familiar it’s an early morning sports talk show on ESPN. They were talking about all the hoopla with steroids and how all these people (including Mark Mcgwire) were asked to come to a meeting about steroids because they were apparently steroid users according to Jose Canseco. First of all it should have been obvious to everyone that everybody was on steroids. I mean the way home runs have been being hit the last ten years or so is just ridiculous. When Darryl Strawberry hit 39 homeruns one year he was big shit all of a sudden. They got people hitting 40 homers with there eyes closed now. So why is everyone acting like it’s a big deal. But the part that really bothers me is something that was said about Barry Bonds. One of the journalists who hosts the show said that some FBI agents had told him that Barry Bonds was their number one target and they wanted to make him the poster boy for anti steroid propaganda. I don’t know whether Barry was on steroids or not but I assume so. Regardless it just goes to show how much white people can’t take black men’s success. When Mcgwire hit 69 homeruns or whatever it was the year him and Sammy were going back and forth, I’m sure every white man in America breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the season that the record didn’t belong to a darkie. Then Barry went out and smashed that bad boy and now all of a sudden people are all up in arms trying to tarnish his record. If he had never broken the record The FBI wouldn’t be on his ass. If he was white the FBI wouldn’t be on his ass. But whatever they can’t prove anything and now since there’s such a watchful eye on steroids nobody is going to come close to his record for 50 years. So ha!
In my opinion: I’ve been getting a lot more people commenting on my blog who for some reason or another don’t like what I have to say. I’m all about people disagreeing with me. I should have been on the debate team in High school cause there’s nothing I like better than a good hearted argument. But it seems like these people were actually upset at me because they misinterpreted things I had said. Not that I have a problem with that either but I hope these people are checking back and verifying things so they can understand that they misunderstood. I’m all about clarity.
In my heart: “This next poet is a virgin to the mic. But I’m sure you’ll feel her just the same. Sanctuary, please welcome…Nina Mosely.”
In my eye: Kibwe Franklin has a Blog now. Good. Nothing too interesting there yet but look out because I’m sure he has some stuff that a lot of you want to read. He brought to my attention that there was one man who got a face shot in on me before my mom. His name was Michael Shlefstein. I was pretty short in high school (about 5’3 my freshman year) Michael must have been 4’11 and 20 lbs lighter than me. He’s the only person in the whole school who if I got in a fight with it would have been unfairly swung in my favor. He hit me in the face while we were playing baseball. I was really mad at first but by the time P.E. ended I had gotten over it. I didn’t want to beat up this little dude cause then people would think the only reason I fought him was cause he was smaller than me. I’ve been reading some of my old journal entries. Wondering if I should post them. I don’t like to talk about girls all the time but it seems like that’s been the only thing going on in my life since I was 15. Sometimes I wish I would have stayed shy. I would still have been lazy since I was born that way but I might have gotten something done without all these distractions called women.
In my dreams: I had this dream that three dump trucks ran into the side of the house across the street from mine and completely knocked it over. The people inside were just standing there like the cartoons when the house fell down all around them. Then one of the girls fell down about 30 stairs because there were no walls to protect her. My mom brought her to my house and made me heat up some chicken wings for her. When I came back in the front my friend Raymond’s girlfriend was in there. But she looked completely different. Raymond had told me to try to get with her to see if she was faithful. She responded to my advances by kissing me. I was in the middle of telling her that she couldn’t be with Raymond anymore when my house turned into a supermarket and her into a supermarket employee. She walked away and left me there then I woke up. I have the wierdest dreams.
In my blog: I was asked to speak about Rashawn on my blog by Larry D lyons (sorry, never really learned how t link due to excessive laziness). Let me preface this by saying that it certainly is tragic what happened. Now after having read the article I’m not so sure that this act was racially or hate motivated. I mean he happened to be a bi/gay (his mother apparently said he has lots of girlfriends although that may have been his cover) black man, But it seems like the person who did this did it this maliciously because they had something for Rashawn personally. It actually reminded me of Jeffrey Dahmer who was slicing up gay black men for years because he was crazy and not because he hated blacks or gays. I mean more than anything I am not outraged at this but it scares me. As far as his lifestyle I can’t really relate to Rashawn but as far as his circumstance apparently he was just hanging out with some dude he met on the internet or on some kind of chat line. I’ve met quite a few people from the internet in my day. There were a lot I didn’t meet too. How close have I come to getting sliced up by someone crazy. I mean I never really feared meeting someone crazy over the internet like people seem to be all hyper about. But at the same time Rashawn makes me realize I should thank my lucky stars I didn’t get set up by some girl and her boyfriend and get enslaved in some kind of dungeon like Rick James used to have. I think that would be the worst way for me to die. On the way to meet someone from the internet and then get sliced up. I don’t even get to explain myself to my mom what I was doing chasing these fast ass girls. At any rate it’s sad and hopefully the attention that surfaces will lead to them finding the killer because no mother should get her child back in pieces.