movies and smoothies: Cloverfield

I have to tell you why this is one of my favorite movies of all time. I know when it came out there was a lot of people that got sick and hurled in the movie theaters because of the shaky camera use. This I think made people dislike this movie but it made it more real and entertaining. The reason I love this movie is because it's a story about love. Don't let the mysterious, destructive, gigantor fool you. Cloverfield is a love story.

*spoiler alert: if you haven't seen this movie yet, for shame. It is three years old. In the 21st century that is like 21 years old. You don't have to wait that long to either rent or bootleg. I don't condone renting. 'flix it*

Several times I've compared my love for my girlfriend with the adventure that took place for the main character of the movie. Would I drag my best friend across town during the destruction of a major city, walk through the damp and dark subways, climb the nearby tower buildings and jump into the apartment of my trapped girlfriend (who at the time, I was arguing with)? I love you sweetheart if you are reading this but... I'm just playing. What was the question?

The best surprise is in the dvd commentary. You know if I'm watching the commentary it was a good movie. There is a alternate ending that is even creepier and the explanation of your gigantic mysterious friend is precious. Almost cute.

RATING: a mango punch smoothie that will bite your head off

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movies and smoothies: The Mist

Stephen King's T H E  M I S T. I love small towns. They are the best place to unleash hell and everybody will act accordingly to the predicted rules of the bible (which I'm pretty sure started out as scary stories to get kids to do well but somehow have become bedtime stories).

What is in the mist? Will I be damp in the mist? Will my girlfriend have to worry about her hair in the mist? All your questions will be answered when you watch this film.

It's really a film about the human behavior (which I so want to study. Sorry for the valley girl moment). The explanation of mankind is perfectly set inside a grocery store where everyone is safe during this apocalypse. There is plenty of food, medicine, and even air conditioning. But there is one problem: people. And what happens to people: they become mobs. And what is a mob? Well my friends, that is just mankind's defense mechanism to troubling times.

The Mist does not disappoint. I won't spoil what is in the mist, because I want you to enjoy that surprise. And the ending? Oh my, the ending. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

RATING: a peach and banana smoothie with misty frost.

movies and smoothies: the edukators

welcome to my movie critic segment. You all don't know this but I am a lover of the theatre (well not the real movie theater because that just costs an arm and a leg). I love netflix. I don't watch television anymore since they switched to digital and I missed out on the converter box, so all I do is watch movies from netflix on my xbox 360. And now that I've got this new blender, I'm making smoothies while I watch movies to beat these hot summer days. So movies and smoothies it is! I'll try not to spoil the whole plot for you.

Yesterday I gazed at the German film, The Edukators (now streaming on Netflix). Its a story about love, betrayal, and the capitalists pigs who do nothing but take advantage of those who are weak and how these pigs must be stopped. How you may ask? Isn't it obvious: break into there million dollar homes and rearrange their furniture of course. What? You didn't read the manual on the modern little revolutionist?

This film is a sleeper and I don't mean many have missed out on the great originality of the story. I fell asleep before the end. The plot of this story did not need to be dragged out of 298 minutes. I guess there aren't any deleted scenes in the dvd extras because they decided to extend every message and moral of the story. After I awoke from my slumber and my second finished smoothie, I realized I had no interest in seeing the end of this hippie film and turned it off. So folks you can miss this one.

RATING: a strawberry banana smoothie spiked with nyquil. Nighty night.

earth shattering

You're 25 and it hits you: you're not a little boy no more. Naw, you gots responsibilities and bills. People are looking to you and they don't want to be disappointed. Up until now the road was easy. Now there is an unbeaten path through what seems to be a dangerous jungle. You look around and there is no guide. Your compass is spinning wildly in every direction. You take your first step and something bites you in the leg. You take the next step and you trip on a pebble. I know what you're thinking: don't take that next step!
Look up young one. And keep looking up. Don't worry about the ground. Your steps are ordered.
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jumping for joy

I'm not an excitable person. Meaning when something good happens to me I don't start jumping around all excited and happy. Actually, let me clarify: it takes a lot for me to be excited with joy. The little accomplishments in life don't change much for me. I still have to pay bills. I still have to watch what I eat. I still have to do the speed limit at the end of every month.

I only show great joy when there is great achievement; life changing achievement. Like when I won a computer from the NAACP ACT-SO program or when I got job or when the Celtics won the ship. You see I can brag about those things. Everything else is just part of the job or part of life. They are accomplishments sure, but if I award myself every time I did the job I was supposed to do then I would have nothing to look forward to.

So just accept the smile people. Because that is all that it is worth.
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Free Your Mind Part2

watching green grass grow

peaking over the splinters
Staring at the growth glisten in the rays.
They stand tall together
Making their unity seem everlasting.
The jealousy pains my toes.
I balance with one leg on top of the garbage lid
Its strength gives out and I fall back down to earth.
the ground feels beaten into a hard concrete
As I lean against the fence I look out to my lawn.
I sit at the end of the dirt path
I can't help but walk over and look every morning
Its such a good grass
Their dew rests gently on top of the blades
My dew seems to make muddy puddles
What's happening over this barrier that isn't happening here?
I grab my tools and crawl to the hole in the dirt
I reach into my pocket and pull out a handful of seeds
If winter comes too early this will all be in vane
Still, I've seen the possibilities
Next spring, I want to sit on my porch and watch the eyes look over the splinters
I'll cover these seeds with my bare hands
Let the sweat drip off my chin and be the first to water the earth
I pray these grounds will grow to luscious green grass.
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stress reliever

cleavage is a beautiful thing. I know I'm not suppose to talk about it. Its in appropriate and perverse to mention to a woman that her physical attribute is the only thing I want to share an emotional attachment to but I can't help it. In this struggling world the smallest joy in life is being able to see some cleavage from time to time. Its a stress reliever. It reminds you that its all worth it. That one day (if not tonight)I will have an opportunity to get up close an personal with a great pair.

And that my friends is the GREATEST joy in life.

You do the math.
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stunned and confused

when a boxer gets stunned on Fight Night Round 4 his stance becomes weak. His hands drop to his waist and he struggles to stay on his feet. Eventually his opponent will try to knock him out with one blow.

I can relate.

Not because I've ever been in fight before but because, my life hasn't turned out to be exactly how I planned. So I'm left stunned. I've realized that many people go through this feeling of weak knees and the inability to know what is coming next.

I had this epiphany when watching a talk show about off line dating. Isn't that just regular dating? How did we get to the point where we need to talk about dating that doesn't require a monthly subscription? My answer is that we are all stumbling to get back to a place where we are in control and satisfied with our progress.

I think being stunned leaves us to do desperate things. Instead of trying to regroup and block the upcoming blows, we swing aimlessly and eventually meet the canvas. Please people, don't assume you have to try everything to get you out of your situation. Just step back, realize what you did wrong, focus on the goal, and try again. If that doesn't work, hug it out.
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a terrible week for the chef

monday, survived my first tornado scare. These folks in okc think this is normal life. I don't know anywhere else where I have to stop what I'm doing and duck for cover in a ditch.

Tuesday, I broke my back helping a friend move that took all day (from 8 to 6 PM). I've discovered a new rule with that: you get 4 hrs free. $10 per hour afterward and I'm bringing my car as an escape plan. My back still hurts.

Wednesday, you know black people always late. That's why when you get invited to a dinner party, go ahead and eat in advance. Because you might end up starving to death waiting for a meal that was planned for 8PM be served at 11PM.

Today. I'm broke. What more can I say?(c) Jay-Z. I'm looking at selling some furniture at this point. no joke. I'm wiping my old computer hard drive as you read so I can sell it. I just need to cover the bills for the end of the month. But then what about next month? I heard of a website where you can do volunteer work and get your loans paid back: its sponsorchange.org
Hopefully after my back heals I can make a change.

ON DA GOOD FOOT! My girl is gaduating OU Law this Saturday. I'm so proud of her. Congrats sweet baby!

Anywho. Back to work. Signing out. Flossymae.

WHAT MORE CAN I SAAAAYYYY!
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do white people have jobs?

i swear every movie I see it seems like Caucasian Americans (from here on out they will be referred to as white people; its the most PC I got), have nothing else to do but get in suspenseful trouble or take road trips across America or sit in coffee shops talking bullspit. I seriously want to know if white people go to work. I mean I see white people at work everyday but I just think they are the unfortunate ones. How come there aren't any movies about the unfortunate ones?

If I watch a black movie (I'm sorry African-American), no forget that, BLACK movies are about going to work or selling drugs. White folk movies just seem to be about sitting around in a world where there are no bills, no high gas prices, no credit card limit. And I'm not just talking about mainstream, big studio movies (but they are included). I'm watching a lot of independent movies and documentaries that just seem to portray white people with no job. What the hell?!






Maybe its just their days off?

Top down

Do people get dressed in a certain direction? certain people seem to have a great fascination for sneakers and shoes but then they wear plain white tees or shirts that look like they got for just attending a gathering. While others have every baseball cap to match their shirts but have some plain jeans and sneakers.

I know I dress top down. I'm not that impressed by shoes. When I look at someone I notice there face and upper body before their feet. Sure of you got a nice pair of jordans on you deserve a compliment but no matter what you are walking in you can't beat the look of a nice smile.
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mr. money

the other day at work, a woman introduced herself and when asked if she had a husband or boyfriend she said, "I'm married to my money, so money is my husband."

hmm.

lately I've been on this kick to 180 my life: change my thoughts on my diet, drinking, weight, money, stress; my success in life. And unlike before, I'm willing to take this gradually. I've started exercising and instead of forcing my self to run (i love the accomplishment of running, but I'm never excited to get up and do it) I'm walking for 40 minutes. Instead of getting on quick fix diet, I'm watching my portions and cutting back on calories. I've stopped drinking (let me give you a moment for that,
I'll wait)...

i've also tasted what this success in my life will bring and that is the biggest difference. I want to be married to money too. Hopefully my coworker won't mind a little office affair. I think I'm done with the idea that I can be happy without money. Its sad in a way. It is as if I've lost my youth. I will no longer consider myself broke from now on. Instead I'm running the rat race harder until the wheel falls off.

kick it list

Write a novel
Sky dive
Ballon ride
Hang glide
Rap on stage
Make a song
Sing in a choir
Fall in love
Go cross country
Be in a bicycle gang
Coach a football team
Create a legacy
Design and build a home
Order a royale with cheese
Make a movie
Dunk a playground hoop
Get a natural high
Win a poker tournament

What's yours?
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hanging 10 on the web

i've recently cut off my cable and home telephone service in order to save some money (*correction: in order to have money to pay these bills). Now I am only armed with THE AMAZING INTERNET!

Not only is the internet ironic, its the biggest time waister of the day. Its funny when people say that the internet builds so much community when 98% of time people don't actually meet. And does anyone get any real work done while on the net? Sure I'll pay a bill here or there but then its straight to blogs and forums for news and irrelevant theories about life.

When did the internet become a necessary evil? Can't I go back to answering machines and meeting people at the local pub?

me and my tummy

I have the worst relationship with my belly. You see I've cultivated the perfect watermelon shaped carrier of bloated indulgence. I have a pot belly and I hate it.

my anger is not because of social appearance or acceptance but because it causes me physical pain. when I sit down my belt applies pressure to my stomach. This forces me to burp a lot. How disgusting. I also get uncomfortable pimples in that area that sting like hell.

I'm tired of my belly slowing me down. I need some help getting back to washboard abs and a small appetite. Can some one help?
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moving on

so I guess I don't have time to write anymore. Its a shame. I've had a lot of interesting thoughts and ideas lately but I since I work 14 hours a day, I can't seem to remember what they are. But here is an update of how life has been.

1. I brought the lovely lady home to the folks. It was a big deal. How do I know? Because moms brought out the appetizers, the good china, and dessert. These three things I don't think I've seen brought out in my house more than 3 or 4 times in my life. It was interesting, nerve racking, and shocking all at once. The most important thing that I've learned from the experience is that I don't consider home to be home anymore. I had a strange feeling when I was there and half the time I wished I was back in the Okie Doke. When I made it back to okc everything seemed so familiar. I guess I'm moving on. Meanwhile there are some folks back east that feel that I abandoned them. I have no idea how to deal with that.

2. The trip back home made me think I need therapy. Like most people, the thought that you need therapy is scary because you get put in this special category of crazy. Now I know I'm already a bit crazy, but its in a normal weird way. To be clinically categorized as crazy is one step away from being a hobo on the street. The most messed up part about it is, the people that I feel care about me the most think I need therapy. Great. I might as well start making my sign of cardboard and homelessness. But guess what... fu_k 'em! I over everything that plagues me about my childhood and current relationship with family. I got things to do in order to make it and I will not let them take up my time.

3. Business is booming. I've tripled my clientele since last quarter. Really I went from one to three clients but its progress. And I have an event to market at in the end of April. I'm even more nervous but this time in a good way. This is really pushing me to complete a lot of things and not be so picky about how I design and the decisions I make. I've wasted a lot of time trying to prepare but now its game time. So its ready or not.

4. I'm ready to sell my first home but all I keep hearing is the economy is so bad. Yeah I know the economy is bad but I can't handle this mess that is in Atlanta anymore. Plus life is getting good in OK that I'm ready to move on and cut my ties with the dirty dirty. I know I got a lot of competition with foreclosed homes and HUD house that are selling like hot cakes but I'm hoping there is someone looking to begin the American dream and own a proper home at a decent price. I can't imagine that everyone is only willing to buy broken down homes in Atlanta.

That's all I can think of right now. The rest is mostly the same: bills, work, bills, broke, a girl that makes me smile. There's not much more than that.

Its happening again

I'm playing boss. My manager has decided to let me fill in for my assistant manager whenever he is out. I've gone from sitting in my little cubicle and doing my thing to get through the day to answering everybodys questions and pretending to be social.
She picks me because I'm the best on the team and I expressed that one day I want to be a manager. So that sounds good right? Wrong! I've been down this road before. They let you play boss and as soon as you mess up your bossly duties you're out of there. Plus they don't pay you any more for playing boss so they do their best to keep you in the same spot. Meanwhile all your other coworkers come to you non stop with question you shouldn't be handling.
So what should I do now? I don't want the same mess to happen like last time.
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And why not?

The Bible. A living document. Why not include recent history? Is not Martin Luther The King Jr worthy of a mention in the great book? Is not Ghandi an inspirational story to be share with millions? Are including any of their stories go against the religions that use the bible?

I wonder what is stopping this from happening? I'm sure I'm not to think of it. Is it racial? Is it sacrilegious?

I think one issue may be that this would begin to form an idea of a world bible. And that is just impossible. With all the hatred and arrogance AND ignorance, all the religious factions will never be able to come together and include everyone's take on spirituality. Why can't we all just get along?
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