Maid in Mexico
Good morning to ya. It is nice and early and I have nothing major to report today. I have a buddy coming to visit tomorrow and I have to clean my condo like you could not believe. I used to have a maid, and now that I don’t, I never knew how dirty everything got. I mean where does it all come from? I have dustballs rolling like tumble weeds from under my couch. I can’t stand it.
I’ll tell you how bad it is. I bought those incredible Swiffer things, and I can do half my floor and use and entire pad. There is so much dirt and dust on the damn thing I have to go and clean it off before I can go and start the other side. The odd thing is that if you look at my floor they look shiny and clean. I have hardwood, by the way.
Once I get over the Eastwood Western going-on on my floor, there is all the dust I have to deal with. It seems that no matter how well I dust I am just pushing it from one side to the other. I just can’t seem to win that war. I guess I need some advice from Bush, since he seems to know the secrets about winning wars.
On top on the floors and the dusting, I still have to do about 2 weeks worth of laundry and clean my bedroom and bathroom. Did I mention my friend is coming tomorrow? Man, I love procrastination. I think I may go to the mall after work and get me some new shoes. I have wanted some Pumas and I have been going to the gym all this week, so I may just go get me some.
I guess the point of this little ramble is hire a Mexican and you’ll have more time to shop for new shoes. Blanca I miss you, where ever you are????
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Mo’ Ma
Earlier this week, lucky men and women from the radio industry were chosen to sit around and listen to three tracks from Madonna’s new album “Confessions On A Dancefloor.” During the listening party, all their heads were in total groove with the music and after the songs played Stuart Price, the producer, was mobbed.
The entire lot of elite, advanced viewers was impressed with the new sound Prince and Madonna had come up with. Price said “When dance music was young, there was a strong vocal, and the beat was underneath. Now, the vocal is not so prominent. Madonna and I wanted to make a dance album for today, which would satisfy everybody those who want to really hear her voice and those for whom the driving thump-thump is the thing. I think we've succeeded."
After reading this on Madonna.com I knew I couldn’t wait to hear Madonna’s new album. It is just like her to evolve with the times. As well as this album coming out this November, she has her newest documentary coming out. She had a film crew follow her during her past tour, the Re-invention Tour, and will be in stores in time for the holidays. Of course distribution dates may vary.
Peace,
DeMo
Earlier this week, lucky men and women from the radio industry were chosen to sit around and listen to three tracks from Madonna’s new album “Confessions On A Dancefloor.” During the listening party, all their heads were in total groove with the music and after the songs played Stuart Price, the producer, was mobbed.
The entire lot of elite, advanced viewers was impressed with the new sound Prince and Madonna had come up with. Price said “When dance music was young, there was a strong vocal, and the beat was underneath. Now, the vocal is not so prominent. Madonna and I wanted to make a dance album for today, which would satisfy everybody those who want to really hear her voice and those for whom the driving thump-thump is the thing. I think we've succeeded."
After reading this on Madonna.com I knew I couldn’t wait to hear Madonna’s new album. It is just like her to evolve with the times. As well as this album coming out this November, she has her newest documentary coming out. She had a film crew follow her during her past tour, the Re-invention Tour, and will be in stores in time for the holidays. Of course distribution dates may vary.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
1st Floor Women’s Lingerie
I am coming to work this morning and I walk into the building and enter the lobby of the elevators. There is a lady standing there and she had already pressed the up button for the elevator. So, as a normal person would, I just stand there and wait because the up button has been pressed. Now, three other people show up before the doors to the elevator open. Each one of them presses the up button. Why?
If the light is on and the up button is obviously lit up, then what purpose is there to press it again? Do these newcomers to the waiting area think we are all idiots and have not thought to think that in order to call for the elevator we must 1st press the button? I don’t get it. And it wasn’t 1 or 2, but the next 3 people did it. What was going through their heads???
Regardless of the multiple pressings we still had to wait about another minute before the elevator came. This brings me to another thing that happened this morning. I was coming up the elevator and this lady had already pressed the button, then she pressed it again, then walked to the other wall and pressed that up button, as if that button worked independent of the other. She did an entire round of button pushing twice. I thought that was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Did she actually think by pressing the buttons on both walls she would trick the elevator gods and make them believe there were more people waiting for the lift and send one down quicker?
I just don’t get people some times. I think some people should take the stairs, maybe it should be me!
Peace,
DeMo
I am coming to work this morning and I walk into the building and enter the lobby of the elevators. There is a lady standing there and she had already pressed the up button for the elevator. So, as a normal person would, I just stand there and wait because the up button has been pressed. Now, three other people show up before the doors to the elevator open. Each one of them presses the up button. Why?
If the light is on and the up button is obviously lit up, then what purpose is there to press it again? Do these newcomers to the waiting area think we are all idiots and have not thought to think that in order to call for the elevator we must 1st press the button? I don’t get it. And it wasn’t 1 or 2, but the next 3 people did it. What was going through their heads???
Regardless of the multiple pressings we still had to wait about another minute before the elevator came. This brings me to another thing that happened this morning. I was coming up the elevator and this lady had already pressed the button, then she pressed it again, then walked to the other wall and pressed that up button, as if that button worked independent of the other. She did an entire round of button pushing twice. I thought that was the strangest thing I have ever seen. Did she actually think by pressing the buttons on both walls she would trick the elevator gods and make them believe there were more people waiting for the lift and send one down quicker?
I just don’t get people some times. I think some people should take the stairs, maybe it should be me!
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Who Shot Cupid
Talking to a buddy of mine about love and life, he accused me of being unromantic. Mainly, because I mocked him for considering an idea of moving to another state for a girl whom he has just met, and I use the word met loosely. He met this girl last weekend and they briefly spoke and now he has thoughts of holidays and white picket fences with this girl. All I said was clam down, you don’t even know her. That is when he called me unromantic.
I tried to explain I was romantic and gave him some example of relationships past that I did some romantic things, but I have a feeling they may not deem love worthy to him. But he did bring up a good question, is romance dead? Do we, guys, romance the ladies anymore?
It seems in a time of equal rights and women lib, it is hard for the man to walk up to a lady in a bar without the fear of a nasty rejection or a drink in the face. So I ask you, men of the world, is Cupid dead, where are the arrows of love and how can I get hit by one?
Being single sucks, yea I said it, it sucks. Granted it has it moments of fun and pleasure, but when you get down to it, I would like to find me a girl who I can start a long term something with and end up hearing those bells of marriage. I just hope when I get married it will turn out a whole lot better than some folks.
Here in the DC area we have Comcast cable and on the digital package you can use your OnDemand feature to even date via your cable. You can pick your age category and the watch women or men, which ever you like talk about themselves, almost like a sales pitch. I guess Comcast has a singles party every year and tapes the people who show up. I looked at the women in the 30-40 yr old category. After looking at all of them, ‘bout 15 women, none would I have approached at a bar. One lady said this was her 3rd year at this even and she still had not dated. I wondered why. Maybe because she looked like a troll and could have used trip to the dentist. I was embarrassed for these people, knowing they were at the bottom of the barrel and no one was looking there. But then again, I did have to give them credit; they were putting themselves out there looking for Mr. / Mrs. Right.
So am I romantic and do I have passion, well I like to think so. I would like to also find someone and let them be the judge of it. Until then, I guess I will have to get my passion from Starbucks and enjoy their passion tea and make it a Grande!
Peace,
DeMo
Talking to a buddy of mine about love and life, he accused me of being unromantic. Mainly, because I mocked him for considering an idea of moving to another state for a girl whom he has just met, and I use the word met loosely. He met this girl last weekend and they briefly spoke and now he has thoughts of holidays and white picket fences with this girl. All I said was clam down, you don’t even know her. That is when he called me unromantic.
I tried to explain I was romantic and gave him some example of relationships past that I did some romantic things, but I have a feeling they may not deem love worthy to him. But he did bring up a good question, is romance dead? Do we, guys, romance the ladies anymore?
It seems in a time of equal rights and women lib, it is hard for the man to walk up to a lady in a bar without the fear of a nasty rejection or a drink in the face. So I ask you, men of the world, is Cupid dead, where are the arrows of love and how can I get hit by one?
Being single sucks, yea I said it, it sucks. Granted it has it moments of fun and pleasure, but when you get down to it, I would like to find me a girl who I can start a long term something with and end up hearing those bells of marriage. I just hope when I get married it will turn out a whole lot better than some folks.
Here in the DC area we have Comcast cable and on the digital package you can use your OnDemand feature to even date via your cable. You can pick your age category and the watch women or men, which ever you like talk about themselves, almost like a sales pitch. I guess Comcast has a singles party every year and tapes the people who show up. I looked at the women in the 30-40 yr old category. After looking at all of them, ‘bout 15 women, none would I have approached at a bar. One lady said this was her 3rd year at this even and she still had not dated. I wondered why. Maybe because she looked like a troll and could have used trip to the dentist. I was embarrassed for these people, knowing they were at the bottom of the barrel and no one was looking there. But then again, I did have to give them credit; they were putting themselves out there looking for Mr. / Mrs. Right.
So am I romantic and do I have passion, well I like to think so. I would like to also find someone and let them be the judge of it. Until then, I guess I will have to get my passion from Starbucks and enjoy their passion tea and make it a Grande!
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, September 26, 2005
Late Getting It Up
I know this is not a prompt posting, but it is a posting nonetheless. This weekend was Blocktoberfest in my local town. They section off 5 blocks and the area becomes a huge block party with 5 stages, beer trucks, food venders and rides for all. Seems like fun, but of course I am not drinking. Not that you have to drink to have a good time, but you know what I mean.
I go with 2 friends and we show up about 2 pm, the festivities started at noon. We do a lap before we commit and of course hit the beer truck. The bands they have on the stages are strictly local. No major named bands are playing, but some have hit the college circuit, so I was familiar with some the names. Most of the bands play covers, so it is just a matter of the type of music your into. We like it all, so we just walked around.
Being the sober one of the group, I was thinking this was not as fun as the Shamrockfest, same thing but help on St Patty's Day, I partied there last year. Then I realized I drank at that one. I guess the beer makes all the other drunks more tolerable.
Being sober did have the advantage of looking at women without the use of beer goggles. Lord was there some white trash there. I was so shocked. I think I saw 2 women who met my standards of hot damness! Of course they were with someone.
We headed to another bar later that night, after watching GA Tech get their asses kicked by VA Tech-can you say FIFTY ONE, hee hee. This other bar we go to is a true college bar without the college. The bar reminds me of a fraternity house. Pool tables, foosball tables, flip cup tables, beer pong tables, stick floors, Christmas lights strung up as the only light source, couches from the 70's that you could probably get an STD from and the stale air smells of smoke that hits you when the door opens. Man I miss my fraternity house, but I digress. So we go to this bar to get our beer pong tournament started. We have 10 people with us and we are about to get crazy, well they are, I'm not drinking.
When we get to the bar we find out that the ABC board has made it illegal for any type of bar to allow drinking games on their premises. Now coming from the Greek world, I knew drinking games was a No-No, but I didn't mind playing it at a 3rd party vender. But no more, they took our fun away. Talk about a party pooper. So they just ordered pitches and hung out a the bar, I watched the UGA game and supported my dawgs as they killed MS.
Even thought I didn't drink I had a great time and I want everyone to know that Beer Pong is a fun game and can be played at a bar and people don't get hurt nor do they drink excessively while playing (just in case any ABC members are reading)
Peace,
DeMo
I know this is not a prompt posting, but it is a posting nonetheless. This weekend was Blocktoberfest in my local town. They section off 5 blocks and the area becomes a huge block party with 5 stages, beer trucks, food venders and rides for all. Seems like fun, but of course I am not drinking. Not that you have to drink to have a good time, but you know what I mean.
I go with 2 friends and we show up about 2 pm, the festivities started at noon. We do a lap before we commit and of course hit the beer truck. The bands they have on the stages are strictly local. No major named bands are playing, but some have hit the college circuit, so I was familiar with some the names. Most of the bands play covers, so it is just a matter of the type of music your into. We like it all, so we just walked around.
Being the sober one of the group, I was thinking this was not as fun as the Shamrockfest, same thing but help on St Patty's Day, I partied there last year. Then I realized I drank at that one. I guess the beer makes all the other drunks more tolerable.
Being sober did have the advantage of looking at women without the use of beer goggles. Lord was there some white trash there. I was so shocked. I think I saw 2 women who met my standards of hot damness! Of course they were with someone.
We headed to another bar later that night, after watching GA Tech get their asses kicked by VA Tech-can you say FIFTY ONE, hee hee. This other bar we go to is a true college bar without the college. The bar reminds me of a fraternity house. Pool tables, foosball tables, flip cup tables, beer pong tables, stick floors, Christmas lights strung up as the only light source, couches from the 70's that you could probably get an STD from and the stale air smells of smoke that hits you when the door opens. Man I miss my fraternity house, but I digress. So we go to this bar to get our beer pong tournament started. We have 10 people with us and we are about to get crazy, well they are, I'm not drinking.
When we get to the bar we find out that the ABC board has made it illegal for any type of bar to allow drinking games on their premises. Now coming from the Greek world, I knew drinking games was a No-No, but I didn't mind playing it at a 3rd party vender. But no more, they took our fun away. Talk about a party pooper. So they just ordered pitches and hung out a the bar, I watched the UGA game and supported my dawgs as they killed MS.
Even thought I didn't drink I had a great time and I want everyone to know that Beer Pong is a fun game and can be played at a bar and people don't get hurt nor do they drink excessively while playing (just in case any ABC members are reading)
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, September 23, 2005
Acts of kindness
So...last night I was talking to my fiends who's family lives in Biloxi. No worries though, no one was hurt and everyone survived Katrina. Their homes were destroyed and what wasn't torn to matchsticks was flooded and now home to mold and massive stench. But, all and all, they are in good spirits considering all that has happened. The point of this is that my friend was heading back because her grandfather pasted away last week (health issues), so she was driving back home for the funeral, as well as to help out her family recoop their losses in the aftermath.
On her way back she was running out of gas, the red light was on, and the needle was below the empty line on the gas gage. She had NO money in her wallet as she pulled into the last gas station. She scrounged up a 3 quarters, 2 dimes and the rest in pennies to make a dollar twenty. She walked up to the cashier and said, "I'm sorry, but I need a buck twenty in gas and I have to pay you in pennies."
The man behind her overheard her and pulled out 4 dollars and said here, take this. She denied the offer, but he insisted. He told her he was from FL and he was here as a volunteer from the Red Cross and it was his job to help. She took the money and was thinking that she was just praying to GOD that if she could just make it to the station without running out of gas everything would be OK, funny how things work out.
Actually, it gets better. When she walks out to her car, the man walks over to her and pulls out his credit card and tells her to get the money back from the clerk and says that he is going to fill her car up. She once again tells him no, but he wont hear it. She goes inside and the man fills her car up and pays for a full tank of gas for this stranger in need. Not only does he pay for the gas on his credit card, but he lets her keep the 4 dollars in cash.
Sometimes you never know when help will be offered to you, just remember there is never anything wrong with accepting it. It may mean the difference between life and death.
Peace,
DeMo
So...last night I was talking to my fiends who's family lives in Biloxi. No worries though, no one was hurt and everyone survived Katrina. Their homes were destroyed and what wasn't torn to matchsticks was flooded and now home to mold and massive stench. But, all and all, they are in good spirits considering all that has happened. The point of this is that my friend was heading back because her grandfather pasted away last week (health issues), so she was driving back home for the funeral, as well as to help out her family recoop their losses in the aftermath.
On her way back she was running out of gas, the red light was on, and the needle was below the empty line on the gas gage. She had NO money in her wallet as she pulled into the last gas station. She scrounged up a 3 quarters, 2 dimes and the rest in pennies to make a dollar twenty. She walked up to the cashier and said, "I'm sorry, but I need a buck twenty in gas and I have to pay you in pennies."
The man behind her overheard her and pulled out 4 dollars and said here, take this. She denied the offer, but he insisted. He told her he was from FL and he was here as a volunteer from the Red Cross and it was his job to help. She took the money and was thinking that she was just praying to GOD that if she could just make it to the station without running out of gas everything would be OK, funny how things work out.
Actually, it gets better. When she walks out to her car, the man walks over to her and pulls out his credit card and tells her to get the money back from the clerk and says that he is going to fill her car up. She once again tells him no, but he wont hear it. She goes inside and the man fills her car up and pays for a full tank of gas for this stranger in need. Not only does he pay for the gas on his credit card, but he lets her keep the 4 dollars in cash.
Sometimes you never know when help will be offered to you, just remember there is never anything wrong with accepting it. It may mean the difference between life and death.
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
3somes are the new black
3somes are the new black
Tonight was the season premiere of Nip / Tuck and it did not disappoint. The episode was ninety minutes, but it was loaded with commercials and movie previews, so I didn't feel like we got an extra 30 mins of show, but hey, what we did get was great.
There was an awesome twist at the beginning. Two minutes into the show my cell started to ring off the hook because they killed off the best character. We later found out it was all just a bad dream.
Speaking of dreams...the character of Christian gets every man’s dream at the end. His girlfriend finds him in bed with another woman and instead of getting in a fight, he gets the girlfriend to get into bed with the other chick, they have a 3some. Only on TV does that shit happen!
If you missed Nip / Tuck you gotta watch it, not only is it a great show, but the new chick is smoking and she's got a British accent. SHWING!!!!
Peace,
DeMo
Tonight was the season premiere of Nip / Tuck and it did not disappoint. The episode was ninety minutes, but it was loaded with commercials and movie previews, so I didn't feel like we got an extra 30 mins of show, but hey, what we did get was great.
There was an awesome twist at the beginning. Two minutes into the show my cell started to ring off the hook because they killed off the best character. We later found out it was all just a bad dream.
Speaking of dreams...the character of Christian gets every man’s dream at the end. His girlfriend finds him in bed with another woman and instead of getting in a fight, he gets the girlfriend to get into bed with the other chick, they have a 3some. Only on TV does that shit happen!
If you missed Nip / Tuck you gotta watch it, not only is it a great show, but the new chick is smoking and she's got a British accent. SHWING!!!!
Peace,
DeMo
I'm into S&M
"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but whips and chains amuse me." Saw that on a bumper sticker when I was a kid, and at the time I didn't really get it. If knew then what I know now...well not much has changed. But I have to go to physical therapy tonight and I swear if it is not just like a round of S&M.
My therapist likes to inflict the pain and I have to lay there and take it. No matter what she does I have to go along with it. I know in the long run what she is doing is for the best, but damn, does it have to feel like I should be wearing some black leather and biting on a ball-gag.
I guess it would be cool if my PT was conducted in a dark room with my therapist dressed in a school girl outfit wearing stilettos carring a whip. She would tell me to do my activities and would then span me if I would act up. I guess insurance might have a problem paying for something like that, huh?
...just a thought
"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but whips and chains amuse me." Saw that on a bumper sticker when I was a kid, and at the time I didn't really get it. If knew then what I know now...well not much has changed. But I have to go to physical therapy tonight and I swear if it is not just like a round of S&M.
My therapist likes to inflict the pain and I have to lay there and take it. No matter what she does I have to go along with it. I know in the long run what she is doing is for the best, but damn, does it have to feel like I should be wearing some black leather and biting on a ball-gag.
I guess it would be cool if my PT was conducted in a dark room with my therapist dressed in a school girl outfit wearing stilettos carring a whip. She would tell me to do my activities and would then span me if I would act up. I guess insurance might have a problem paying for something like that, huh?
...just a thought
Monday, September 19, 2005
Hung Up
Madonna has done it again, "Hung Up" has been released today as a ringtone, one month before her album hits the stores. Of course I have downloaded it, and have the 30 second sample on repeate. For those of you who might want to take a listen to Madonna's newest single, here is a link you can use to here it: HUNG UP RINGTONE Once you go there click the "FREE" option, and then click the download file name once the page refreshes.
The song has a cool dance beat and it kinda gets you grooving in your chair. Lord knows if Nextel had this on its dowload list, I'd have it for my ringtone.
Peace,
DeMo.
Madonna has done it again, "Hung Up" has been released today as a ringtone, one month before her album hits the stores. Of course I have downloaded it, and have the 30 second sample on repeate. For those of you who might want to take a listen to Madonna's newest single, here is a link you can use to here it: HUNG UP RINGTONE Once you go there click the "FREE" option, and then click the download file name once the page refreshes.
The song has a cool dance beat and it kinda gets you grooving in your chair. Lord knows if Nextel had this on its dowload list, I'd have it for my ringtone.
Peace,
DeMo.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Long Weekend
This is a shout out to all my hommies. This has been a freakin' long weekend and to top it off I have been sober for it all. Have you ever been "that guy/girl" at the party who was so plastered they were dancing on the table, or going up to everybody at the party declaring your long lost love for them. Well, I can admit I have held that title once or twice, but since I have been recovering from my knee surgery I have not had a drink. Well, that is not entirely true. I have had a few drinks, but that did not end up too good. One time I had 2 beers and pasted out and another I had a half of glass of wine and acquired a pretty good buzz. So from those experiences I have come to realize; booze + pain pills = no fun. Now-a-days D.D. stands for more than just my initials, it stands for designated driver.
I went out this weekend and as D.D. I drank enough water to float a hippo. While all my friends were pushing back cold ones, I was sipping on 2-Hs and an O. Rounds and rounds of Milwaukee’s finest kept coming and the laughs were getting louder. Then the shots came out. More and more shots. Man, does that suck, not to say you have to drink to have a good time, cause I was having a good time, but damn, I really wanted a drink.
As the night went on we progressed to out next destination and I noticed that the conversations, slurred as they were, might have been a bit more interesting if they were accompanied by alcohol. Odd, you never notice when you're the one who's drink. Also, when you’re drunk you probably can understand drunkanese a bit better. I have never noticed how impossible it is to understand people when you're sober. It really is funny, almost comical.
Nearing the end of the night people have hit their drinking peak and they have now begun to feel their most free to speak their mind. This is when all the drama starts. Of course, when you're on the drunken side it's not that big of a deal, but when the beer goggles are off and you're looking through sober eyes, damn! The things that are said...you swear you were watching a soap opera, on HBO. I will admit, the evening was never dull and I had a great time trying to follow the drunken storylines.
I am not saying I am going to stop drinking, nor am I saying drunks are funny people. I am just saying that if you have to be the D.D. for the evening don't pitch a fit. Your friends are going to provide an evening of entertainment you'll never forget.
Peace,
DeMo
This is a shout out to all my hommies. This has been a freakin' long weekend and to top it off I have been sober for it all. Have you ever been "that guy/girl" at the party who was so plastered they were dancing on the table, or going up to everybody at the party declaring your long lost love for them. Well, I can admit I have held that title once or twice, but since I have been recovering from my knee surgery I have not had a drink. Well, that is not entirely true. I have had a few drinks, but that did not end up too good. One time I had 2 beers and pasted out and another I had a half of glass of wine and acquired a pretty good buzz. So from those experiences I have come to realize; booze + pain pills = no fun. Now-a-days D.D. stands for more than just my initials, it stands for designated driver.
I went out this weekend and as D.D. I drank enough water to float a hippo. While all my friends were pushing back cold ones, I was sipping on 2-Hs and an O. Rounds and rounds of Milwaukee’s finest kept coming and the laughs were getting louder. Then the shots came out. More and more shots. Man, does that suck, not to say you have to drink to have a good time, cause I was having a good time, but damn, I really wanted a drink.
As the night went on we progressed to out next destination and I noticed that the conversations, slurred as they were, might have been a bit more interesting if they were accompanied by alcohol. Odd, you never notice when you're the one who's drink. Also, when you’re drunk you probably can understand drunkanese a bit better. I have never noticed how impossible it is to understand people when you're sober. It really is funny, almost comical.
Nearing the end of the night people have hit their drinking peak and they have now begun to feel their most free to speak their mind. This is when all the drama starts. Of course, when you're on the drunken side it's not that big of a deal, but when the beer goggles are off and you're looking through sober eyes, damn! The things that are said...you swear you were watching a soap opera, on HBO. I will admit, the evening was never dull and I had a great time trying to follow the drunken storylines.
I am not saying I am going to stop drinking, nor am I saying drunks are funny people. I am just saying that if you have to be the D.D. for the evening don't pitch a fit. Your friends are going to provide an evening of entertainment you'll never forget.
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Hey Mr. DJ Put Another Record On,
I Wanna Dance With My Baby.
"Mu-sic, makes the peo-ple, come together, yea." As Madonna puts it so eloquently, music does bring us together. Have you ever noticed people poppin'g their heads together while riding in a train, or silently mouthing the words to that Michael Bolton tune as the elevator stops on every fucking floor. Music is something that everyone can get behind and appreciate. Look at the Live 8 concert; it was a worldwide benefit to helps those without by uniting us all through music. So, you're probably wondering where I am going with this...new music came out this week and I am going to give you my two cents on a few CDs I got and a heads-up on an up coming item.
Tommy Lee released his solo CD called Tommy Land and you know I was shocked at how different it was from Methods of Mayhem. This album was a
total departure from his bad-boy image and if you lived under a rock you might even think this CD was a band that favored Sugar Ray, the later years, or a STP of sorts. Tommy has songs that rock and some that slow things down, but all and all this is a CD you just wanna play in you car while driving with the windows down enjoying the day. I was in total enjoyment when I listened to the entire CD and realized I was on my third time through. Plus, as an added bonus, the interior cover art is totally kick ass!Gavin Rossdale, former headman for BUSH, is fronting a new band called
Institute. If you liked BUSH, then you're going to live this band. Institute has all the markings of BUSH, but with its own twist. Gavin writes with his own style and you can hear him present in all their songs. The CD is called Distort Yourself and I was extremely happy to hear Gavin out there rocking again. This is definitely a picker-upper at the music store. Sept 19 is the BIG day. Madonna's new single, "Hung Up," hits Cyber Space as ringtone ready for download. The
official song will be available for download on Oct 17. For those of you who are not comfortable with downloading songs you will have to wait till Nov 7 to buy the single. Her entire album, Confessions On A Dancefloor, comes out Nov 14. I know I'll be first in line to get mine...who am I kidding, I have mine on preorder! Incase you're wondering I got my info from Madonna.com.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Always Sunny
I am sad to say one of the season's best kept secrets ended tonight, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. This show is one of the best things on TV, and I recommend you visiting their website if you were not one of the lucky ones to watch the show. Finally, a show with smart humor that did not need to play it safe for it's story lines. Hoping it will be back for season 2. Just click on the show name above to go to their website.
I am sad to say one of the season's best kept secrets ended tonight, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. This show is one of the best things on TV, and I recommend you visiting their website if you were not one of the lucky ones to watch the show. Finally, a show with smart humor that did not need to play it safe for it's story lines. Hoping it will be back for season 2. Just click on the show name above to go to their website.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Neighbors
Hello All,
I just finished talking to my friends, Remi and Carla, and we talking about neighbors. We have both just moved into new homes, but in different settings. They are a newly married couple with a child on the way who have just bought a kick-ass home West of Atlanta. I am a single guy who has just bought a condo in a high raise near DC. We both moved into a new development and we were one of the first members to move into our "neighborhoods." Being first into the neighborhood, you get to see how everything starts out and you also get to have a sense of, let's just call it, "the mines." They have houses on each side of them and across which are being built and ready to be moved in as I in turn have units that are ready to be sold and occupied.
After a few months, the "mines" have settled in and we have both come to be accustomed to the scarcity of people and the freedom to do what we want. I liked the fact that I did not have to wait for the elevator, or to get in or out of the parking deck. I enjoyed not waiting for a treadmill or elliptical machine. Ok, so those who know me, know that one didn't happen that often. But the meaning is there. At the beginning, you are alone, and then the neighbors move in...and so do their issues.
I have a neighbor that likes to cook ethnic food. I have nothing against ethnic food, hell I'm Italian, but when they decide to had dinner and step up to their stove, we all know what's for dinner. The smell of who the hell knows what fills the entire hallway and sneaks into your condo. Picture it, you're sitting on your couch, watching TV and then it hits you like a silent fart from your dog. There is no escape because you don't know where the smell came from or is going, but all you do know is that if you inhale one more time your lungs will catch on fire. That is what happens around here when the dinner bell sounds. One of the neighbors placed a Glade Plug In outside the door of the smelly chef, but after a day or so, it was removed. Now, I just keep a can of air freshener near my door and when the smell comes a knockin', I go a sprayin'. It doesn't stop them from stinking up the hall, but it makes it smell a bit better.
Another neighbor issue we had was the fiesta a-go-go. It seems one resident rented out his unit to some hard of hearing Mexicans (I am giving them the benefit for the doubt at this point). They live 2 units down from me, but my God went they would watch TV or play their music we could hear everything, word for word, in our units. I guess it wouldn't have been that bad if I could understand what was said, but can you imagine hearing Enrique Iglesia at 2 in the morning. Not a fun wake up surprise. This noisy interruption to our daily lives had been going on for about a month or so, even thought most of the people on my hall sent in written complaints to the management company. Then one day I heard the aye-yah-yah-yahs coming from the end of the hall and thought how great this was going to be, but to my surprise as I was approaching my door a mattress was passing me in the hall. Looked like some called INS or screamed Green Card, cause these folks were running for the hills. The landlord of the unit had to kick them out because they were parting too much. We got off lucky with noise factor. I guess it could have been worse.
Now back to my friends with their new neighbors. Last night one of the neighbors moved in on one side the other side is soon to follow. They are now sitting waiting to see what happens. They don't really know who is moving into the homes that surround their once Shangri La. They ask questions like who are they, will they be loud, will they be nice, are we going to like them? No body has the luxury of picking the perfect neighbor. I guess if we did, we really wouldn't meet so many different people and we wouldn't really know how to react when life throws us those lovely curve balls. So next time you start to curse the one whom you call neighbor, just remember that you can always grow from the issues they present and maybe you can become a better person from it. It hasn't really worked for me, but it's just a thought.
Peace,
De Marco
Hello All,
I just finished talking to my friends, Remi and Carla, and we talking about neighbors. We have both just moved into new homes, but in different settings. They are a newly married couple with a child on the way who have just bought a kick-ass home West of Atlanta. I am a single guy who has just bought a condo in a high raise near DC. We both moved into a new development and we were one of the first members to move into our "neighborhoods." Being first into the neighborhood, you get to see how everything starts out and you also get to have a sense of, let's just call it, "the mines." They have houses on each side of them and across which are being built and ready to be moved in as I in turn have units that are ready to be sold and occupied.
After a few months, the "mines" have settled in and we have both come to be accustomed to the scarcity of people and the freedom to do what we want. I liked the fact that I did not have to wait for the elevator, or to get in or out of the parking deck. I enjoyed not waiting for a treadmill or elliptical machine. Ok, so those who know me, know that one didn't happen that often. But the meaning is there. At the beginning, you are alone, and then the neighbors move in...and so do their issues.
I have a neighbor that likes to cook ethnic food. I have nothing against ethnic food, hell I'm Italian, but when they decide to had dinner and step up to their stove, we all know what's for dinner. The smell of who the hell knows what fills the entire hallway and sneaks into your condo. Picture it, you're sitting on your couch, watching TV and then it hits you like a silent fart from your dog. There is no escape because you don't know where the smell came from or is going, but all you do know is that if you inhale one more time your lungs will catch on fire. That is what happens around here when the dinner bell sounds. One of the neighbors placed a Glade Plug In outside the door of the smelly chef, but after a day or so, it was removed. Now, I just keep a can of air freshener near my door and when the smell comes a knockin', I go a sprayin'. It doesn't stop them from stinking up the hall, but it makes it smell a bit better.
Another neighbor issue we had was the fiesta a-go-go. It seems one resident rented out his unit to some hard of hearing Mexicans (I am giving them the benefit for the doubt at this point). They live 2 units down from me, but my God went they would watch TV or play their music we could hear everything, word for word, in our units. I guess it wouldn't have been that bad if I could understand what was said, but can you imagine hearing Enrique Iglesia at 2 in the morning. Not a fun wake up surprise. This noisy interruption to our daily lives had been going on for about a month or so, even thought most of the people on my hall sent in written complaints to the management company. Then one day I heard the aye-yah-yah-yahs coming from the end of the hall and thought how great this was going to be, but to my surprise as I was approaching my door a mattress was passing me in the hall. Looked like some called INS or screamed Green Card, cause these folks were running for the hills. The landlord of the unit had to kick them out because they were parting too much. We got off lucky with noise factor. I guess it could have been worse.
Now back to my friends with their new neighbors. Last night one of the neighbors moved in on one side the other side is soon to follow. They are now sitting waiting to see what happens. They don't really know who is moving into the homes that surround their once Shangri La. They ask questions like who are they, will they be loud, will they be nice, are we going to like them? No body has the luxury of picking the perfect neighbor. I guess if we did, we really wouldn't meet so many different people and we wouldn't really know how to react when life throws us those lovely curve balls. So next time you start to curse the one whom you call neighbor, just remember that you can always grow from the issues they present and maybe you can become a better person from it. It hasn't really worked for me, but it's just a thought.
Peace,
De Marco
Friday, September 09, 2005
Just My Luck
OK Gang,
This is my first blog, well actually it is my second because my fucking pop-up blocker fucked up this G-D web page and wiped out my entire first blog. It wasn't until I started to retype this fuck'n thing that I saw the "recover post" link to get back my previous message I typed. Because I had already started to type, it recovered this text instead of the first 6 paragraphs I had already written. SO...My initial cherry poppin' blog was about change and how it happens and you have to just learn from it. Well I guess I did, the hard way.
Before I go any further let me thank you for coming here and reading my blog in the first place. I mean, hell, you could have went to about a billion other places on the web, right. So thanks. Thanks for coming here and reading about my bitches and moans, my rants and raves, my hoots and hollas, my thoughts and ideas, my perceptions and ideas, my salutations and dedication - in short my DeMarcations....
Like I was saying the first page I wrote was about change and in that fitting title I am changing things up and am going to now talk about how things just suck some times. I know, you're probably saying to your self, but we didn't get to hear your wisdom about change...well too bad. That's change - deal with it. Back to sucking, as in luck not like a hooker.
As most of you know I have been dealing with BAD luck since 97, Oct 11, 1997 if we wanted to really put a date on it. That is when my car was stolen. Then 2 days later I had to go to the emergency room for a cyst on my tail bone which ended in surgery and since I love to do things the hard way an infection and even more surgery. Oh yea, in the middle of the 2 surgeries they found the car, it was beat to hell and back, so I traded it in and got a Ford Exploder, I mean Explorer, but I am getting ahead of myself. So, I had the 2 surgeries, had to take a semester off from college. I had to petition my teachers to give me a withdrawal from my class and not a withdrawal fail because I missed the midterm (those bitches). I had to get the Dean of Students to speak on my behalf to get that fix. Finally, after months of going to the hospital every day to get the wound cleaned, I was able to feel like a normal person because the hole in my back had finally close. It was about the size of a softball after the second surgery, and left open to heal itself shut.
That ended the '98 year and I graduated college, but oh you go through 16/17 years of school and there's now job waiting for you to start your career. Now, THAT, is some bullshit! I went back to my high school job, Chick-Fil-A, and worked there while I was looking for my dream career. I finally got a job selling lawn care. Not a bad job, but I knew it wasn't for me so I went back for my Master's. You're probably think, well that doesn't seem too bad. I worked Monday - Saturday selling lawn care and then on Sunday I worked as a DJ for a radio station. Oh, and tried to have a social life with my girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had to drop the DJing job and the girlfriend when I went back to school. Long story about the girlfriend, but I guess it was for the best. She is married now and live on the west coast. Guess that is the furthest place she could go to get away from me without leaving the states???
So, I do the school thing and graduate in 2000, BAM I have a fucking accident in the exploder. The tire unravels and the fuck'n SUV roles over not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 times cause I like that way. I get tossed around in there like a virgin in a whore house. Me and a buddy were in my SUV and are rushed to the hospital. I end up with a torn up hand, sliced up foot, smashed up kneed and my head is bruised so badly -how bruised was it-I had dried blood on the entire side of my face. I ended up going through not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 cause I like that way knee surgeries to fix a torn meniscus. Oh, did I mention that I started a new job 2 months prior to this accident. Yeah, not a good way to start a job. 4 months later they laid me off, those shit eating, cock sucking, crack smoking, mother fuckers, but can I tell you how I really feel?
Now that I am without a job, I am moving into an apartment with a friend. Nice huh, no job, no money, new bills, new rent. I get a job at a restaurant and things seemed to be going OK, by since I am on my feet my knees are KILLING my. I end up becoming a banquet Manager and I think that will help me with the knee pain. Lord could I have been more wrong. Not thinking that down stairs we have food runners (these are Mexicans that the restaurant hires at below minimum wage to carry 50 plates out at one time all over there body and look like a circus attractions). Upstairs in banquets...We are the Mexican circus attractions. The only real difference was that we had heavier dishes. Jesus, my knees could not take that shit. I had to leave early or just plain out give up shifts.
That is when I gave my resume to a buddy and ended up in VA. The fucking cold state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road, let me pay to park to go to the fucking supper market or to the mother fuck'n mall state of VA. Oh, but did I mention I only live 5 minutes from DC, that is way cool!
I am up here now for 2 years, knee still kill me (that makes 5 years for those who are following the story), so I go to the doctor and get an MRI and they tell me I have a torn meniscus in the other knee. Dude, I was like no way and the doctor was like way, I was like shah and he was yeah. It was totally gnarly! 2 weeks later I had the surgery and that great luck of mine comes rushing in to fuck me up per usual. I am stuck in bed for 3 weeks, can walk or stand or well at this point you can put in your own verb that you can do with your leg and pretty much figure I couldn't do it. And the pain....I can only tell you it was really really really really bad. I got pills, made me really really really really happy. I am now in physical therapy and they are helping me start to walk and bend my knee like a normal person. Maybe one day I'll be able to outrun this bad luck. I doubt it.
Well I guess I will end this rant this evening will a thought about luck, people said my luck is so bad that no luck is better than bad luck. I am not that lucky to have no luck. So I look at life like this...shit is going to happen...deal with it!
Peace,
DeMarco
OK Gang,
This is my first blog, well actually it is my second because my fucking pop-up blocker fucked up this G-D web page and wiped out my entire first blog. It wasn't until I started to retype this fuck'n thing that I saw the "recover post" link to get back my previous message I typed. Because I had already started to type, it recovered this text instead of the first 6 paragraphs I had already written. SO...My initial cherry poppin' blog was about change and how it happens and you have to just learn from it. Well I guess I did, the hard way.
Before I go any further let me thank you for coming here and reading my blog in the first place. I mean, hell, you could have went to about a billion other places on the web, right. So thanks. Thanks for coming here and reading about my bitches and moans, my rants and raves, my hoots and hollas, my thoughts and ideas, my perceptions and ideas, my salutations and dedication - in short my DeMarcations....
Like I was saying the first page I wrote was about change and in that fitting title I am changing things up and am going to now talk about how things just suck some times. I know, you're probably saying to your self, but we didn't get to hear your wisdom about change...well too bad. That's change - deal with it. Back to sucking, as in luck not like a hooker.
As most of you know I have been dealing with BAD luck since 97, Oct 11, 1997 if we wanted to really put a date on it. That is when my car was stolen. Then 2 days later I had to go to the emergency room for a cyst on my tail bone which ended in surgery and since I love to do things the hard way an infection and even more surgery. Oh yea, in the middle of the 2 surgeries they found the car, it was beat to hell and back, so I traded it in and got a Ford Exploder, I mean Explorer, but I am getting ahead of myself. So, I had the 2 surgeries, had to take a semester off from college. I had to petition my teachers to give me a withdrawal from my class and not a withdrawal fail because I missed the midterm (those bitches). I had to get the Dean of Students to speak on my behalf to get that fix. Finally, after months of going to the hospital every day to get the wound cleaned, I was able to feel like a normal person because the hole in my back had finally close. It was about the size of a softball after the second surgery, and left open to heal itself shut.
That ended the '98 year and I graduated college, but oh you go through 16/17 years of school and there's now job waiting for you to start your career. Now, THAT, is some bullshit! I went back to my high school job, Chick-Fil-A, and worked there while I was looking for my dream career. I finally got a job selling lawn care. Not a bad job, but I knew it wasn't for me so I went back for my Master's. You're probably think, well that doesn't seem too bad. I worked Monday - Saturday selling lawn care and then on Sunday I worked as a DJ for a radio station. Oh, and tried to have a social life with my girlfriend. Unfortunately, I had to drop the DJing job and the girlfriend when I went back to school. Long story about the girlfriend, but I guess it was for the best. She is married now and live on the west coast. Guess that is the furthest place she could go to get away from me without leaving the states???
So, I do the school thing and graduate in 2000, BAM I have a fucking accident in the exploder. The tire unravels and the fuck'n SUV roles over not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 times cause I like that way. I get tossed around in there like a virgin in a whore house. Me and a buddy were in my SUV and are rushed to the hospital. I end up with a torn up hand, sliced up foot, smashed up kneed and my head is bruised so badly -how bruised was it-I had dried blood on the entire side of my face. I ended up going through not one cause that would be too little and not 3 cause that would be too much, but 2 cause I like that way knee surgeries to fix a torn meniscus. Oh, did I mention that I started a new job 2 months prior to this accident. Yeah, not a good way to start a job. 4 months later they laid me off, those shit eating, cock sucking, crack smoking, mother fuckers, but can I tell you how I really feel?
Now that I am without a job, I am moving into an apartment with a friend. Nice huh, no job, no money, new bills, new rent. I get a job at a restaurant and things seemed to be going OK, by since I am on my feet my knees are KILLING my. I end up becoming a banquet Manager and I think that will help me with the knee pain. Lord could I have been more wrong. Not thinking that down stairs we have food runners (these are Mexicans that the restaurant hires at below minimum wage to carry 50 plates out at one time all over there body and look like a circus attractions). Upstairs in banquets...We are the Mexican circus attractions. The only real difference was that we had heavier dishes. Jesus, my knees could not take that shit. I had to leave early or just plain out give up shifts.
That is when I gave my resume to a buddy and ended up in VA. The fucking cold state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road state of VA. The fucking cold, roads that majorly suck that I had to replace my windshield twice now because if shit flying off the road, let me pay to park to go to the fucking supper market or to the mother fuck'n mall state of VA. Oh, but did I mention I only live 5 minutes from DC, that is way cool!
I am up here now for 2 years, knee still kill me (that makes 5 years for those who are following the story), so I go to the doctor and get an MRI and they tell me I have a torn meniscus in the other knee. Dude, I was like no way and the doctor was like way, I was like shah and he was yeah. It was totally gnarly! 2 weeks later I had the surgery and that great luck of mine comes rushing in to fuck me up per usual. I am stuck in bed for 3 weeks, can walk or stand or well at this point you can put in your own verb that you can do with your leg and pretty much figure I couldn't do it. And the pain....I can only tell you it was really really really really bad. I got pills, made me really really really really happy. I am now in physical therapy and they are helping me start to walk and bend my knee like a normal person. Maybe one day I'll be able to outrun this bad luck. I doubt it.
Well I guess I will end this rant this evening will a thought about luck, people said my luck is so bad that no luck is better than bad luck. I am not that lucky to have no luck. So I look at life like this...shit is going to happen...deal with it!
Peace,
DeMarco
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