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Where the h*ll have YOU been?!

Posted in social commentary with tags , , , , on September 16, 2009 by blackstarr

M.I.A. is too good a term for my lack of postings.  That term, for me, brings back thoughts of heroes who disappeared while stationed in Vietnam.  I’m no hero but I was, indeed, missing . . . for quite some time.  I won’t say that I’m back, but, rather, making my presence known and alerting the world that I am still here and very much alive.

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There was another incident that kept me off the electronic highway – my DSL went down for over a week!  As it turned out, my modem was bad.  VERIZON sent me another one poste-haste and after connecting it, my DSL was still down.  Of course while all of this is going on, keep in mind that I was back and forth with customer service (yes – I use the term very lightly).  Each and every rep with whom I spoke was extremely “English challenged”, to coin a phrase.  The “final” outcome was that there was a problem on my line.  Now, I retired from VERIZON when I was a service tech (one who installs and repairs telephone service for a living), and I assure you that there was no problem on my line.  After a few days, I was told that there was a problem in the office, not my line.  I don’t have a video phone but I can say with certainty that both a Black man and an Hispanic man called me to say that there was no trouble in the office.  The real problem was that the modem that I was sent was very new and quite complicated to configure.  They told me what to ask for when I next called for technical assistance.  When I called, I asked for the very same – to no avail.  I called the Hispanic gent back and told him of my quandary and he said that he could do nothing to help me as he was not trained in that capacity.  He was, however, very gracious in transferring me to the Black gent with whom I had spoken earlier.  He took about ten minutes of my time telling me what to do and, voila, my DSL was back up and working.  I was extremely pleased that my problem had been solved, but, I think that I was more impressed by having two gents  assist me who spoke fluent English!

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That is when my “mobile troubles” began.  TWITTER is nothing more than time wasted foolishly.  It is not productive, is non-utilitarian, and the same results can be accomplished by already existing entities.  However – non-productive, non-utilitarian, and redundancy is exactly what I’ve been looking for – blind indulgence, if you will.  Ever since my DSL went down, I have not been able to log in to my mobile TWITTER account.  I accomplished that feat yesterday while inside. next to my PC and was whistling Dixie when it happened.  However, once back outside and in the public arena, I could not log in with my cell phone.  I was distressed once again.  I tweeted last night that I hope to have a decent cell phone by the end of the week and all of my “tweet” troubles will be behind me.  We shall see.

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I also spent a lot – no wait – an extreme amount of time playing a MMORPG (Massively Multi-playing Online Role Play Game) entitled EVONY (which can be found at evony.com).  It is a game that combines a sim-type game, a role-play game, and a war game for an exciting and time-consuming experience.  I won’t even go into details as I could go on for forever about the game, but, if you have the time and patience and don’t mind becoming addictive to yet another distraction, head to the site and let the fun begin.  I know – I’ve already said it, but, let me reiterate – extremely addictive!

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My e-troubles brought up an interesting thought:  why is it that when our technological toys are not responding properly, we lose our minds?  I love the time spent with my children.  I bike ride with my best bud just about every weekend and it brings on hours of fun and conversation.  I can go for days without turning on the TV, radio, or my MP3 player.  Yet, when the internet and all of its wealth of information becomes unavailable, I swear that I just about lose it.  It’s almost like my world has come to an end.  Sad, indeed.  I’m not (all that) embarrassed to let you know that I am a somewhat fan of  The View (on ABC).  Believe it or not, I can’t take my eyes off of Whoopi and Sherri.  Yeah – sue me.  At any rate, I quote their motto that is used at the end of each show: “Take some time to enjoy the view”.  Peace.

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W.T.D. 01.05.09

Posted in humor, just for the bull of it, satire and sarcasm, social commentary, WTG (Walking The Dog) with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2009 by blackstarr

walking the dog 01Well, I’m not really walking the dog, today.  I’m more or less clearing the old brain cells of leftover nonesense from the year that has recently departed.  Never let it be said, however, that I am not the Angry Black Man anymore, because I am and ever will be.  Today – I’m just not feelin’ it.

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I want to welcome everyone to 2009 and offer my sincere wishes that this will truly be your year and that when it’s all said and done, this will be the year that finds you in the place that you’ve always wanted to be.  God willing, it will surely be my year.  Don’t even ask me about New Year’s resolutions.  It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I’ve broken so many before that I am currently banned by Pennsylvania law from making any more.  So . . . don’t ask.

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Way across town, in the neighborhood that I once (or twice) lived, I always drive past a store with the most peculiar name: JUST ROSES and MORE.  WTH?  I still shake my head at that one.

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I often ponder, as well as ask the question, but never do I get an answer:  Why is it that we park in the driveway and drive on the parkway?  Why is  that?  Huh?  Why?

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Speaking of hoochies, I came across this little gem a few days ago. > click here <  Put that outfit on and I guarantee you that you can lounge around on my sofa all summer long and I will not be mad at cha for doing so!  That is like seriously sensual eroticism.  I don’t remember where I got that photo, but, I removed all of the extraneous letters in the URL and went to the main page – don’t do it!!  It is some crazy all-out porn!!

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Sensual eroticism?  I admit that to be a phrase which borders on redundancy.  So . . . how’s about a few oxymora (plural of oxymoron) to help you get started on your busy day?  For me, they are always good for at least a hint of a smile.  Here are three that guarantee a chuckle from yours truly:  original copy, the same difference, and the ever wonderful military intelligence.  Try these on for size:

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Stop by FUN WITH WORDS for more delicious words and phrases that should never be in the same room at the same time.

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FLY, EAGLES, FLY! ‘Nuff said.

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I am not and will never ever be politically correct, nor will I practice semantics.  For me, it is what it is.  I call people “retarded” because it is my term of endearment for those who say things in an “out-of-the-way”, original manner that makes me smile.  I call women “fat” by way of a compliment because I simply adore “fat” women.  They bring me joy.  “Fat” is just not a bad word in my vocabulary.  It’s not that I am trying to be insensitive when I say such things, it’s just that . . . it is what it is.  I make no excuses nor do I pardon myself for the things that I say and the way that I say them.  OK, except when it comes to you ladies – you get me every time.  Therefore, I apologize in advance for what flows from my feeble brain: when it comes to logic, for the most part, women just don’t get it.  Why is that?  It’s because (according to the experts) women function mostly with the emotional and creative side of the brain (creative – that why ,again, according to the experts, women are so much better at lying than men – creative brainwaves).  Men, on the other hand, for the most part, think more with the logical and reasoning side of the brain.  There are opinions for and against each of those thoughts and there has never been a definitive answer as to which is better.

It’s all neither here nor there as all of that was merely a segue into the idea of opinions.  Yes – this little missive is not about women and their reasoning, but, rather, about opinions.  The group is The Doobie Brothers.  The track is “What A Fool Believes” (go ahead and click – I know you can listen and read at the same time).  Most importantly, the line from the song is “What a fool believes, no wise man has the power to reason away”.  That means that with all of one’s PhD’s, all of one’s street knowledge, and with all of the wisdom in the world, one still do not have the power to dispute what a fool believes.  In the context of the song, a fool has fallen in love with a woman who doesn’t even know that he is alive.  In his mind, however, he believes that she loves him back and that she is his.  If we remove “fool” and insert “person”, the line becomes relevant on an even higher level.  I don’t know if this was intentional, but, nevertheless, it is a coup d’etat.

The bottom line is that one person’s opinion is not subject to another’s  judgment.  An opinion has absolutely nothing to do with truth, fact, or reality.  That being the case, opinion can never be disputed.  When we see comments written about the things we post, we ofttimes see “IMO” or “IMHO”, the “o” standing for “opinion”, of course.  When you see that, take a deep breath, then exhale, and remember that it is merely one man’s opinion and nothing more.  There is actually no need to rebut.  There is no need to be angry because their thoughts differ from yours.  There is even no need to make them see the light.  They are merely expressing their opinions, key word being “opinions”.  If we take that forth with us into 2009, if we can relieve ourselves of even the slightest iota of stress from our existence, then, it means one more iota of peace and serenity put into our lives, even if for just a moment in time.  I know –  touchy-feely, but, hey.  Peace.

copyright  ©  2009  freedom

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Once agian, my favorite “Breathe”, by Telepopmusik . . . enjoy

Old School Flava: 8/29/08

Posted in humor, Old School Flava, social commentary with tags , , , , , , on August 29, 2008 by blackstarr

Quiz time.  Did you pay attention?  If not, you’re probably jumpin’ up and down cryin’ “It’s not Wednesday!  Why, oh why, is he doing Old School Flava on a Friday??!!”  Freedom has no schedule, no rhyme, and no reason.  He just does what he does when he does it.  So, on this last Friday of August, allow me to entertain you with more phrases that my Moms has laid on me through the years.

FOOD

It’s a huge mistake to walk into my mother’s kitchen while she’s cooking.  Her first words are “Get outta my kitchen!”  After you ignore those words and continue to try and catch a glimpse of what’s in the pots, she tosses a wet dishrag at you and repeats herself.  Finally, when you can’t determine what’s cookin’, you ask.  Her reply?  “Daddy’s old britches”.  That means that she has peeked into the refrig and gathered up whatever has been left from the previous few nights and came up with one of her creations.  It basically means olio, stew, soup – anything that does not require starting from scratch.  There’s an underlying statement there, as well:  “None of your business!” Now, you casually stroll outta her kitchen, no wiser than the moment that you ventured in, moments of time that will never be retrieved.

GENERAL

Ever try to help someone out and end up causing more confusion than anything else?  I’m the kind of person that just hates it when someone says “You could probably . . . “ I don’t take too kindly to advice unless it is solicited.  Give me a job, back off, and let me do it.  If I need assistance, I’ll ask for it.  Otherwise, let me do what it is that you asked me to do.  Moms has an answer for that one:  “Don’t help me, help the bear”. That means “I don’t need your help, thank you”.  Now, I have no idea why the bear needs help, or why I should help him at all, but, I guess it is what it is.

Sometimes, things are just “over the top”.  I mean, plain old you-done-outdone-yourself-this-time over the top.  This particular phrase usually refers to food or beverages, but, can also be used for fashion, hairdo’s and just about everything, but, is meant specifically for food and beverages: “It’s enough to make you wanna smack your mammy down!”.  That’s definitely “mammy”, as “mommy” just won’t work here.  The statement exudes sassiness.  It alludes to the idea that something has got to be awfully good in order to make you slap your mother.  Even more so to make you wanna slap her down.

I’ll be back with lots more “down home” phrases that my Moms has laid on me.  It’s called “Old School Flava”, and it could be on a Wednesday, it could be on  Sunday, it could be on any day of the week that catches my fancy.  That’s not a bad thing, though. Just think about it: if I said it was gonna be a a particular day every week and you came back on that day and it wasn’t here, you’d be real upset with freedom.  We wouldn’t want that, now would we?  See you next time.

copyright  ©  2008  freedom

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