Happy Birthday J$

Much love and respect to you.

Mugging (Dont Get Caught up)

Jeans pressed to impress
Tie on so I can be fly
Ensemble tight to make the right
impression
The hair is lined just sharp can be
Perhaps this time will be different

I get noticed as soon as I walk in
"Ooo someone is Fancy"
"I knew it was a special day"
They part so we are close
Small talk prevails
Drinks and Dance come next

Get close not sure what to expect
despite best efforts still nil
its chill but no love returned
now night over, feeling bummed
shunned and stunned and done

Beat down and robbed of my dignity
Pity but today was no different
and neither will the next
There is always hope
A recipe for getting caught up

Pirate!

I clearly do not have enough going on in my life, between packing for my move, hunting for a used car, working 10+ hour days, and becoming Senior Software energy through attrition. Newly inspired by USA network's replay of the pirate movies I set forth on a mission of great importance: find new pirate references on the Internet. Early on in my search I found a pirate name generator. The site requires that you answer a few questions, to gauge you pirate personality. It churns these through some complex algorithms, and then supplies you with a name.

I am proud to introduce you to : Black Marty Rackham. This got my wheels a turning, in fact I became very disappointed in myself. Somehow I had overlooked the fact that I was never graced with a pirate name, I had also failed to give one to my peoples.

Time to rectify...

LBO : Lord IronLeg la Bouff
Y-O : Captain Redbeard the Feared
AK : Alvilda Gunpowder the Konquerer
X : Barbarossa der Tantzer
DJ : Sir Diabolito Skillz
RK: Mad Abednego the Fierce
Jron: Sir Ronald of Morgan

Arrr! tis a fearsome crew.

The Scale

There is a much disputed scale that I have started using due to influence from my Aussie boss. This scale attempts to put into perspective how hot some celebrities are. I am of course referring to the finger scale.

The application of this scale is just as simple as its founding principles. Step one :choose a superfine woman to idolize. Step two: decide how many fingers you'd give up to get with her. Let's take a real world example. I'm a big Jessica Alba fan from the Dark Angel days and I would happily give 8 for her back then, unfortunately she has become skin and bones recently, she now rates a three.

Shakira! Shakira!

I'm chilling in the barbershop today watching some Latin channel, busy figuring out if I could get inspiration from a Spanish pop star. Some Spanish some came on with Akon singing in English. I waited to see if Akon would bench press anyone, or spit, or kick them in the head. Nothing of the sort happened.

Right after the Akon song, as far as I remember at least, a Shakira song came on. I frankly don't recall the name of the song but it did remind me of how big a fan I am. Shakira was of course doing the pseudo belly dance. This is the long way of saying that I'd give both hands up to my elbows for 2 minutes. She's what The Streets meant by "you're fit but you know it."

The Cousin of Death

I feel lighter than air
I become unaware
of the world around
a tingle at the toes
feet cannot be found
a shallow breath
now I cannot feel my chest
sensations of being and knowing gone
slowly the veil of darkness washes over m
my last thoughts filled with fear
fear of what I might find there
I have no control as I sink deep
into that thing called sleep

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At various points it seems that I've had trouble accepting the natural act of falling asleep. I tend to click on and off like a light switch, non CFL of course. Slowly drifting away is so foriegn to me that the loss of control freaks me out everytime. I was having such an event and found the above piece was the result of breaking out of the drift. If any of this doesn't make sense, its because I should have been asleep 2 hours ago.

Lonely Ranger

Last week was my 10 year High School reunion. I had no desire to go to this function, but had run out of excuses not to attend. My trepidation about going was unfortunately confirmed by my attendance. I try not to regret things, but I can certainly say that I didn't get much out of the reunion.

I can't quite pinpoint what is wrong with me. I tend to think of myself as a friendly person. I am good at engaging people in one on one conversations; I love telling elaborate stories about the most mundane of things. I would say it is anxiety linked to meeting new people but that couldn't have come into play for the reunion.

What does this all mean? I am an anti-social loon with no good reason for the things I do. The Big City kid who hates big groups?

The Ranger rides again...

Hybrid Theory

I need a car.

Moving from Jersey back to Brooklyn and away from my job means I lose some of the things I have become comfortable with. Gone are the days of being picked up by my boss. Sleeping in the car is no longer an option. Public transport is not a viable option; it wasn't even serviceable the first time around.

So far I've test driven a used Prius and have interest in the civic hybrid. The Prius was tricked out with navigation and bluetooth sync. In the end I wasn't thrilled with the look or the price of the Prius.

The Civic hybrid is based on the well known Civic body style so it doesn't look half bad. Unlike the Prius, the Civic is a mild Hybrid which is less efficient. Full Hybrids operate on the electric motor under 25 mph while mild ones rarely cut off the gas engine. The advantage to this is that the full hybrid saves tons of gas in city driving.

I am still considering conventional gas engine cars like the Toyota Yaris. I have about 2 weeks to make a decison and a purchase. This theory needs to become a reality...

Brooklyn, What?

It looks like I am making the move back to Brooklyn after deserting my one and only. Its personally difficult for me to note, but I am actually gonna miss Jersey. There will be no odes to Jersey posted here, just noting it wasn't the 7th circle of Hell, a high compliment for anything "Jersey."

All the obvious pluses to returning to Brooklyn should be clear. Lbo and I get to be roommates for the first time. Psych can be watched in the way God intended it to be. Perhaps there will even be a return of the balling duo; if L and I ever stop acting like old farts with knee and shoulder injuries.

Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happens at.

The Enemy of Perfect

words never spoken can not be heard
the unspeakable should be given voice
wait too long and words fall on deaf ears

the greater good may be now

reality betrays us all
putting a fine point on our shortcomings
the truth lifting the mask
exclaiming that it alone holds all the answers
thwarting best made plans
and well laid out thoughts
in due time we settle
succumb the good