Oh Paramount Pictures and Shamalama dingdong ..
Thank you for helping me realize just how racially insensitive you all are !
I never really realized how Disrespected Asians were in Hollywood. Until I heard that the Main Characters of the Last Air Bender were all Caucasian. Really ? If you unfamiliar with the Animation Series I will help you understand what’s Not included in the series.
• There are no Signs of European cultures in the Avatar world! No Castles, No Knights No Christian Values type Stuff , No European Influence what So ever.
• There Are no African/Arabic or African American influence in The Avatar World ! No Pyramids NO Islamic Values type stuff. QUITE Frankly no Black folks in the Story line what so ever( Which is Fine cause it all takes place in Asian Continent)
So how Does a Show that dealt with Chinese , Korean, Tibetan, Japanese and Inuit Culture have an White Kid in Tibetan Clothes ? I really want someone to justify this one for me Seriously !!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
chapter 20 (forgot this one)
And that’s how they found us. The door to the conference room began to jiggle and then the door opened and in walked Balddee. As is his nature, he had no idea who we were until we explained that we were waiting to interview with Mule for a possible unpaid internship.
“You guys need jobs?” Balddee asked, waving around the revolver that had been discarded in Marlon Maxey’s room.
Almost everybody agreed. There was some tri-sexual named Vicki or vicci that declined the offer, too freaked out to do anything accept cry. But Fents, MF, Evilsmurf (who nobody really liked) and I, all walked out into the chaos that had been an office not twelve hours ago.
“Do you guys have any food?” Evilsmurf questioned. “We’ve been trapped inside of that room all day.”
“You gotta square?” Balddee asked back, eyeing Evilsmurf with an air of questions.
“Yeah, Spirits alright?”
“They’ll do. Look in the break room. Watch out for the blood on the floor.”
“What the hell happened here?” MF whispered looking around.
“Who are these people?” Satchel or Bel asked, walking up towards our little group.
“New staff.” Balddee grunted.
“Fuck, that was quick.” Said Bel or Satchel, taking us in before looking back at Balddee, “Shouldn’t we at least, you know, wait until the last staff is in the ground or something?”
“No time. They need to train.”
And so that’s what we’ve been doing for the past couple of months. Pedro, the cat, took us to a place in the Himalayas where we were trained in writing by a monk named Bathsauras. He seems to be a fair man but doesn’t speak a lick of English (or Japanese) so much of his teachings were lost in translations.
During our training time the owner of the building that houses Bad Mother Coitus informed us it was a bad idea to open that door and questioned us whether or not we had seen his sign? We tried to play coy, but I still think he saw through our lies.
Ellen was finally cut down after a couple of months when we were sure that she was, indeed, not a zombie. However, this put us in a bit of a bind as she was threatening legal action against the offices of the BMC. With Marlon dead and no immediate legal representation to fall back on we gave her the office where she is now the manager-in-chief of the mag and instilling a Nazi like regime. Still no word on whether or not it will take.
Satchel and Bel are still stoned but Balddee is due back from wandering the earth any day now don’t know what he found while he was out there, but I don’t know if he was looking for anything.
The offices have been re-vamped and while still not up to code or modern by any stretch of the imagination, to steal a line from Pedro, at least the toilette flushes.
Mahalo–
h.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Balddee Get's to Break the Law .
I alone got to sit and smoke Gloriously inside the Club I snickered at the group of people planted outside smoking content with the status quoe .
While I sat there high on my mountain reveling days of yonder, Drink in hand puffing away security passing me by taking my empty Cups.
It was like that shot in any Hipster Film the Main Character sit’s as everything and everyone passes him by at a Rapid pace but he remains firmly planted in whichever stance he sees fit,in My case it was a soft leather barstool.
The city can be unforgiving but tonight she held me in her warm embrace, as the Bartender gingerly poured me another pain reliever a smirk exuded from my face. I exhaled the sweet smoke of my American spirit into the Club Air I watched the smoke Climb to heavens slowly,I was a dragon content in its cave bellowing my majesty exuding my dominance.
The City once again whispering her Sweet words , telling me just for tonight I can ravish her however I please ..
While I sat there high on my mountain reveling days of yonder, Drink in hand puffing away security passing me by taking my empty Cups.
It was like that shot in any Hipster Film the Main Character sit’s as everything and everyone passes him by at a Rapid pace but he remains firmly planted in whichever stance he sees fit,in My case it was a soft leather barstool.
The city can be unforgiving but tonight she held me in her warm embrace, as the Bartender gingerly poured me another pain reliever a smirk exuded from my face. I exhaled the sweet smoke of my American spirit into the Club Air I watched the smoke Climb to heavens slowly,I was a dragon content in its cave bellowing my majesty exuding my dominance.
The City once again whispering her Sweet words , telling me just for tonight I can ravish her however I please ..
Friday, September 18, 2009
Country Music and the VMA'S
I don’t quite understand why the powers that be, are trying so hard to integrate Country Music into the mainstream. I physically cannot listen to Country Music the Twang sends a shiver down my Spine and now with all the Crossover Artists coming out I fear for my safety.
My greatest Fear came to light when Taylor Swift won a VMA for Best Video.
(Really?)
This enraged me Country Music have no Place in this venue!
“Oh I’m too mean!
I’m a Jerk!
I remember listening to Jami Foxx recall his story of when he went to the CMA's much to the surprise and bewilderment of the Crowd, basically he said the Crowd didn’t want him there regardless that He’s from Texas and he was asked to Pay Tribute to some Country Singer that he grew up on and liked.
I say keep THINGS SEPERATE it that way no more Swift, Flats, Bobby Jimmy or whatever at the VMA’s THE ONLY Neutral place is the Grammy’s.
Don’t start with me hypocrites; IF Green Day beat Sugarland some fan of COUNTRY MUSIC WOULD BE POSTING THIS . SO SUCK IT!!
So in Closing Yeah he was rude, but he was right! Beyonce did have a better video! Deal with it!!
My greatest Fear came to light when Taylor Swift won a VMA for Best Video.
(Really?)
This enraged me Country Music have no Place in this venue!
“Oh I’m too mean!
I’m a Jerk!
I remember listening to Jami Foxx recall his story of when he went to the CMA's much to the surprise and bewilderment of the Crowd, basically he said the Crowd didn’t want him there regardless that He’s from Texas and he was asked to Pay Tribute to some Country Singer that he grew up on and liked.
I say keep THINGS SEPERATE it that way no more Swift, Flats, Bobby Jimmy or whatever at the VMA’s THE ONLY Neutral place is the Grammy’s.
Don’t start with me hypocrites; IF Green Day beat Sugarland some fan of COUNTRY MUSIC WOULD BE POSTING THIS . SO SUCK IT!!
So in Closing Yeah he was rude, but he was right! Beyonce did have a better video! Deal with it!!
Monday, September 14, 2009
At Target Center last Saturday
I had no real intention of going to the rally last Saturday, despite what I had said earlier. There had been talk and invitations, however, at my heart I am a squelcher. And, what's more, there was an airtight argument to not go: the "It's Morning" defense, an unbreakable set of inherit truths that I hold to be self evident enough that everybody should understand. Chief amongst which is I am not a morning person. My friend C knows this, which is what makes it all that much more difficult. An approximate of our exchange:
C: Obama time?
h: go away
C: You're already up
h: vommittneedsleepcoffeeecivicdutybastardgooooawaaay
After coffee, grumblings and procrastination of the finest vintage, we parked downtown around 10ish. Balddee and his troupe had arrived before us, but refused to give us tails. C who is, after all, a diabolical plotter of the most Hellish degree, lead the charge for the two of us to cut in line where we quickly made friends with those around us. The line itself had a feeling of optimism not unlike the primary voting experience last year; that same air of magic which is palpable in the air for all of those willing to taste it.
Unfortunately, there was only one real protester-- a major disappointment when half the fun is going to see the freaks. He was a pastor who did a poor job of conveying his message and stood across the street holding up a bible for all to see. His passionate discourse did lead to one inadvertent epiphany. As he was building to his rousing effect of singing the praises of his lord and savior Jesus Christ, he paused for emphasis before saying "Jesus Christ", at which point the mini-donut vendor snuck in to call out his wares, giving the entire line a good laugh. The epiphany came when C purchased a bag of mini-donuts and goaded me into having one. I haven't been able to eat a mini-donut since I worked the stand at the State Fair my sophomore year of high school. But they tasted excellent; the day was off to a good start.
Target Center was the picture of organized chaos. The line in had more people pressed together than a skin flick and body odor ran rank. We were introduced into the arena in sections; a fine thing for security and to ensure that nobody was trampled, but an entirely different matter for ease of use. Those that had either camped out the night before or who had arrived early in the morning were rewarded with seats closest to the podium. The only problem with this logic was the organizers decision to then fill the remainder of the seats in with a clock-wise fashion. And hence, Balddee, the coward, who had refused to give me tailseys, was sitting directly across the arena from me despite the fact that he had been forced to wait in line an additional two hours. For those keeping track at home that would be h. 1, Balddee 0. Still, even that briefest of victories didn't make up for the fact that neither C or I had a pen, and were therefore incapable of writing anything down in our crossword puzzle.
The speech was excellent, the rhetoric was similar, if not wholesale lifted from his message to congress. Mr. Obama spoke with the voice of a friend offering advice and, despite the size of the event, it came off as being a very intimate affair. The speech had been meant to last fifteen to twenty minutes, but he ended up extending it to well over 40. The tone was more of a rally than it was of the "hail mary" pass that many of the conservative pundits have claimed it to be, and it challenged people to have civil discussion with neighbors, family members and friends on the state of health care. At the heart of it all was Mr. Obama, and his great strength of speaking to a room of over 17,000 people and yet have each individual feel as though he is talking directly to him or her.
We retired after the speech, stopping at Surdyk's for strong beer and good wine, and headed over to Balddee's Panther Pergola in Nordeast where much was discussed. Why did Mr. Obama come to our little burgh to discuss this? Was it, as Balddee said, a pre-emptive pee on Pawlenty's presidential run? Is Minny a good den of liberal ideals where he would be able to drum up support? Was it just our turn as this is the first time that he has been here since becoming President?
All in all it was a fine day, one that inspired and let people know that it is okay to want a better future, that hope isn't necessarily a bad thing, that you can believe in yourself and make a difference. Perhaps this is best exemplified by the national anthem that was sung before Mr. Obama came on stage. The microphone kept cutting out, so that the singer could only be heard in snippets. And so the crowd put our voices into it, lifting the singer all the way to the finish line, all of us helping one another out.
I am glad that my friend woke up to do this; time to help everybody else wake up too.
C: Obama time?
h: go away
C: You're already up
h: vommittneedsleepcoffeeecivicdutybastardgooooawaaay
After coffee, grumblings and procrastination of the finest vintage, we parked downtown around 10ish. Balddee and his troupe had arrived before us, but refused to give us tails. C who is, after all, a diabolical plotter of the most Hellish degree, lead the charge for the two of us to cut in line where we quickly made friends with those around us. The line itself had a feeling of optimism not unlike the primary voting experience last year; that same air of magic which is palpable in the air for all of those willing to taste it.
Unfortunately, there was only one real protester-- a major disappointment when half the fun is going to see the freaks. He was a pastor who did a poor job of conveying his message and stood across the street holding up a bible for all to see. His passionate discourse did lead to one inadvertent epiphany. As he was building to his rousing effect of singing the praises of his lord and savior Jesus Christ, he paused for emphasis before saying "Jesus Christ", at which point the mini-donut vendor snuck in to call out his wares, giving the entire line a good laugh. The epiphany came when C purchased a bag of mini-donuts and goaded me into having one. I haven't been able to eat a mini-donut since I worked the stand at the State Fair my sophomore year of high school. But they tasted excellent; the day was off to a good start.
Target Center was the picture of organized chaos. The line in had more people pressed together than a skin flick and body odor ran rank. We were introduced into the arena in sections; a fine thing for security and to ensure that nobody was trampled, but an entirely different matter for ease of use. Those that had either camped out the night before or who had arrived early in the morning were rewarded with seats closest to the podium. The only problem with this logic was the organizers decision to then fill the remainder of the seats in with a clock-wise fashion. And hence, Balddee, the coward, who had refused to give me tailseys, was sitting directly across the arena from me despite the fact that he had been forced to wait in line an additional two hours. For those keeping track at home that would be h. 1, Balddee 0. Still, even that briefest of victories didn't make up for the fact that neither C or I had a pen, and were therefore incapable of writing anything down in our crossword puzzle.
The speech was excellent, the rhetoric was similar, if not wholesale lifted from his message to congress. Mr. Obama spoke with the voice of a friend offering advice and, despite the size of the event, it came off as being a very intimate affair. The speech had been meant to last fifteen to twenty minutes, but he ended up extending it to well over 40. The tone was more of a rally than it was of the "hail mary" pass that many of the conservative pundits have claimed it to be, and it challenged people to have civil discussion with neighbors, family members and friends on the state of health care. At the heart of it all was Mr. Obama, and his great strength of speaking to a room of over 17,000 people and yet have each individual feel as though he is talking directly to him or her.
We retired after the speech, stopping at Surdyk's for strong beer and good wine, and headed over to Balddee's Panther Pergola in Nordeast where much was discussed. Why did Mr. Obama come to our little burgh to discuss this? Was it, as Balddee said, a pre-emptive pee on Pawlenty's presidential run? Is Minny a good den of liberal ideals where he would be able to drum up support? Was it just our turn as this is the first time that he has been here since becoming President?
All in all it was a fine day, one that inspired and let people know that it is okay to want a better future, that hope isn't necessarily a bad thing, that you can believe in yourself and make a difference. Perhaps this is best exemplified by the national anthem that was sung before Mr. Obama came on stage. The microphone kept cutting out, so that the singer could only be heard in snippets. And so the crowd put our voices into it, lifting the singer all the way to the finish line, all of us helping one another out.
I am glad that my friend woke up to do this; time to help everybody else wake up too.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Warriors Tale Backstory .
No one really knows when or how it started but it has been going on for Centuries …
There are many of them spread throughout the planet walking amongst you Immortals ..
We look just like any other person Yeah your probably thinking Highlander much..
But that is a Movie and nobody likes a Smart Ass.
In the Real world,if you cut off my head I will come back in about 2 hours or so ..
These short stories that I am sharing with you, have happened over the course of time, long before your Conventional History was ever scratched onto a Cave wall But what is time for an Immortal .
There was not much to back then, mortal man was just beginning to make his mark on the Planet ( Had we known how Man would Fuck up the Planet we would of ended Humanity back then,were Immortal not Psychics)
So a group of us decided to have our own brand of Competition just something to do to dull the Boredom.We decided to have a Contest to see who could die the most imagine if you will 2 teams of 6 people Why Six ? Why not ..
On my team for this Story let’s just Call him Nelly ..
There are many of them spread throughout the planet walking amongst you Immortals ..
We look just like any other person Yeah your probably thinking Highlander much..
But that is a Movie and nobody likes a Smart Ass.
In the Real world,if you cut off my head I will come back in about 2 hours or so ..
These short stories that I am sharing with you, have happened over the course of time, long before your Conventional History was ever scratched onto a Cave wall But what is time for an Immortal .
There was not much to back then, mortal man was just beginning to make his mark on the Planet ( Had we known how Man would Fuck up the Planet we would of ended Humanity back then,were Immortal not Psychics)
So a group of us decided to have our own brand of Competition just something to do to dull the Boredom.We decided to have a Contest to see who could die the most imagine if you will 2 teams of 6 people Why Six ? Why not ..
On my team for this Story let’s just Call him Nelly ..
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
La Poem ..aka my New Mantra
When the world is looking grim ..
And there’s no place you seem to fit in think these. So pretty mama just
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
Don’t fight the Feeling just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
You don’t know what to do who cares!! I’m so much better than you, I can tell you what to feel this utopia is so real so sexy mama just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
I’m a human orgasm just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
Who’s in your Mouth ??
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
And there’s no place you seem to fit in think these. So pretty mama just
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
Don’t fight the Feeling just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
You don’t know what to do who cares!! I’m so much better than you, I can tell you what to feel this utopia is so real so sexy mama just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
I’m a human orgasm just .
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
Who’s in your Mouth ??
Bask !!!!!! In the Awesomeness of Me !!
Warriors tale
Shrieking in anger at the sight of Nelly's broken body a victory that I so meticulously planned from the beginning.
Sully Lunges at me full speed, Nunchuks whirling around before him, I throw my Scabbard on the ground He trips, the Nunchuks fly out of his grasp hitting Mule Square in the temple, killing him instantly.
While still Falling to the Ground Sully quickly feels the Cold tip of my Blade, turn his guts to mush, the contest was over before it began.
I put my cigarette out in Nelly forehead and head to the bar .
WARRIORS TALE
Sully Lunges at me full speed, Nunchuks whirling around before him, I throw my Scabbard on the ground He trips, the Nunchuks fly out of his grasp hitting Mule Square in the temple, killing him instantly.
While still Falling to the Ground Sully quickly feels the Cold tip of my Blade, turn his guts to mush, the contest was over before it began.
I put my cigarette out in Nelly forehead and head to the bar .
WARRIORS TALE
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