<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736</id><updated>2011-11-01T21:38:23.781-04:00</updated><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;There are no small Bounties'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Nice Guy...I Miss Him Already...Nobody Move...I Dropped my Brain&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;I always land on My Feet&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;If you have nothing nice to say...you&apos;re probably sleeping.&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Jane Puke-a-lot'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;I am NOT going to Disneyworld...&quot;'/><category term='my lil Garbage Pail Kid&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;I don&apos;t think I&apos;d be TOO black for anything&quot;'/><category term='&quot;Call from the Governor...&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;NO MORE Wire Hangers&quot;'/><category term='&quot;Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for Da SUMMER-Round 3 Answers&quot;'/><category term='jus small Bounty Heads&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Titles:&quot;Wear a Shirt Tomorrow...&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;You will wake up'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;My dad would have pulled away after jumping in the water...&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Why doesn&apos;t that Eyepatch Guy DIE&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Cats Don&apos;t Dance...&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;U + UR Hand Tonight&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Where does he get those Wonderful Toys&quot;'/><category term='kdacsamd'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;And like That...He&apos;s Gone&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;The only 2 things I have in this world is my Nuts and my Word and I won&apos;t break them for no one&quot;'/><category term='All Loveless...&quot;'/><category term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Shagri-La&quot;'/><title type='text'>Wasting time with Jet</title><subtitle type='html'>Jet Black...a man, barely a man, on the brink.  A tormented soul meant for greatness yet his future is still to be determined...With darkness around him slowly eating away...he journeys the city alone to seek out the intangible.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/10/couple-of-year.html' title='Couple of the Year'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8584080404984280137</id><published>2008-04-14T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:35:21.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bummer, Dude."</title><content type='html'>Well, even the power of "The One" has it's limitations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, screw that Matrix crap, KEANU is behind it all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'Street Kings" was proof.  From the very beginning of the film, watching him waking up in clothes from the previous night and boozing Tiny Airline Bottles of Vodka while &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;DRIVING&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt; (Oooh, I don't approve of THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dont wanna spoil the first 20 minutes, but it's worth the price of admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After THAT, the movie spins a bit out of control and recycles the "Corrupt Cops Conspiracy" storyline we've seen a bit more and more lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Whitaker earns points for another over-the-top performance left over from his "Last King of Scotland" pagebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supportive roles by Terry Crews, Common, The Game, and Cedric the Entertainer give the movie a good range of all around TV-Actors, TV-Comedians, and Musicians-trying-to-be-Actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hugh Laurie (With a surprising bald spot in the back of his head!) as the Nosy Internal Affairs guy was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a Good Movie that COULD have been better if it came out 3 years earlier.  But now, it's gonna fall in line with a LOT of other outstanding-yet-familiar films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think not?...well lets take a trip down memory lane and see if ya'll can see the similarities in these films...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"16 Blocks"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up cop (Bruce Willis) has to escort a Material Witness (Mos Def) to the Courthouse, The Corrupt Cops he's testifying against all try to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Bruce is also one of those corrupt cops and was supposed to help take the witness out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce does the right thing, gets Mos Def to the courthouse, takes the rap, the rest of the bad cops get the book thrown at them while he gets a lighter sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Dark Blue"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick-and-Above-the-Law Detective (Kurt Russell) avenges the slayings in a Liquor Store robbery gone bad while going head to head with the chief of detectives (Ving Rhames) about his conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was Corrupt Cop and former Partner/Mentor (Brendan Gleeson) who set the whole thing up and wants Russell to look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell instead tries to get Glesson taken out but things go bad when Russell's current partner (That wolf/vampire dude from Underworld...) bites the dust instead, with his past catching up with him, Russell cracks at his "Promotion" ceremony and comes clean about his misdeeds and Gleeson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Dirty"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crooked Cops (Cuba Gooding Jr, and Clifton Collins, Jr) are set up by their Lieutenant (Cole Hauser) after Collins is ready to go to IAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hit goes wrong, Cuba and Collins turn the tables and take out all the bad guys the Lieutenant Sics on them but the Head Gangster that was working with Crooked Lieutenant captures the two and tortures them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuba gets his brains blown, Collins barely survives and the Lieutenant decides to take what's coming to him and lets Collins go to IAB, but Collins get taken out anyway in a drive-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Cop Land"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupt New York Cops buy land across the Hudson River with seized drug money and make their own small community for their families.  They give a token sheriff position to hapless, hopeful and Half Deaf Freddy Heflin (Sylvester Stallone).  Things go haywire when a racially charged shooting at the GW Bridge involving one of the young officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought to have Jumped the Bridge in shock and grief, Murray 'Superboy' Babitch (Michael Rappaport) actually snuck into "Cop Land" and was lying low.  After weeks of searching at the Bridge the fellow officers (Harvey Keitel and Robert Patrick) realize a body HAS to be found, so they plan to kill "Superboy".  The hit goes wrong, he escapes and hides in a Water Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy finds "Superboy" and confronts the entire cop community who are bent on doing them BOTH now, but he survives and blows the lid off the corruption by escorting "Superboy" to IAB headquarters in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Snake Eyes"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrupt detective Rick Santoro (Nicholas Cage) is ringside of a Boxing Match in which the Secretary of Defense is shot and killed, several discrepancies of the events before leave Rick to believe a Conspiracy afoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head of the Security Detail and Rick's friend Kevin Dunn (Gary Sinese) set the assassination up due to hide the faulty weapons report that was ready to be revealed by whistleblower Julia Costello (Carla Gugino) who was ALSO an intended target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Cat and Mouse inside the Casino and Hotel, Rick stashes Julia and is confronted by Kevin.  After some rough persuasions as to her whereabouts, Rick leads the bad guys to where the girl is only to have the looming hurricane hit and reveal everyone's location to the awaiting police, Kevin finally caught red handed like a deer in the headlights, decides to kill himself rather than deal with the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Narc"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grief-stricken detective (Jason Patric) returns back to active duty alongside a hard-boiled vet (Ray Liotta) currently being investigated by IAB, the two look into the death of their friend who was a Narcotics Cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stomping a LOT of suspects and looking for witnesses, turns out their best friend blew his OWN brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Liotta admits he made it look like a homicide so the widow could collect the insurance, Jason Patric agrees to keep it quiet and IAB continues to keep their eye on both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Training Day"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Crooked Detective (Denzel Washington) takes his new partner (Ethan Hawke) on the beat for his first day and brandishes his OWN style of Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denzel had planned on Hawke taking the rap for killing his Drug-Lord Best Friend and then get killed himself by retaliation gang members.  In an unbelievable coincidence the teenage girl he helped save from a rapist earlier in the day turns out to be the sister of one of the gang-bangers so they let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the End":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denzel collects enough illegal drug money that he needed to pay a debt but Hawke catches up with him and in the struggle recovers the money and turns it all in to IAB.  Denzel gets away, but not too far as his past catches up with him with a bloody result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, "Street Kings" is "Dark Blue", "Training Day", mixed in with a little "Dirty"...the stories blend in perfectly it's uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish it made more money in the box office thou, 12 Million doesn't seem enough "Justice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next weekend..."The Forbidden Kingdom" will clean house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, this movie attracts a bit of a Ghetto Audience...I saw the 1:05pm show at the AMC (Stupid, I know) and there were hood punks ready to start a fight mouthing off!  If I saw it in a Magic Johnson Theater, I'm pretty sure a shootout would ensue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8584080404984280137?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8584080404984280137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8584080404984280137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8584080404984280137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8584080404984280137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/04/bummer-dude.html' title='&quot;Bummer, Dude.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5892732287330268671</id><published>2008-04-11T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:10:12.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"...for it's only the Last Song, if we let it Be."</title><content type='html'>It's 2:04am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught the hour of "Dancer in the Dark" on the Late Night Movie for local channel TV 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I had a good cry like this...nor why I don't watch this movie more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are shaking as I type this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will wake up early to see "Street Kings"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5892732287330268671?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5892732287330268671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5892732287330268671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5892732287330268671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5892732287330268671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-its-only-last-song-if-we-let-it-be.html' title='&quot;...for it&apos;s only the Last Song, if we let it Be.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6640930071799426848</id><published>2008-04-09T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T02:54:38.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moby Bandwagoners"</title><content type='html'>So, once again, MOBY's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my cousin again and we totally exchanged views on this album for about 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, did you ever have that cousin you almost kinda wish wasn't your cousin because he/she's like your TOTAL best friend in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK, White People do it all the TIME (No Offense...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, so I told the story about this poser on the job who nabbed my autographed CD the minute I was showing it off, he immediately wanted to borrow it for the night to burn a copy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was miffed at first, but then let it go since he seemed into MOBY too, so I asked him how deep his interests was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a few songs on his MP3 player and told me he owned the "Play" CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That' IT?!?!?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he replied puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what about "18" and "Hotel" or any of his early works like "Ambient" or "The Next is E"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only seemed to be into "PLAY" due to it's commercial success and popularity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even mistook the title of the B-Side "Flower" (used in "Gone in Sixty Seconds) as "Bring Sally Up"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEEZ, what fake ass poser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't be too mad, but someone "Fakin' da Funk" of a vicious dunk jus ain't right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lotta laundry today, worked on the ipod adding some tunes, pics and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with season 2 of "The Boondocks", I've actually dug and and downloaded all the episodes of the cancelled series "Meth and Red"...it was kinda funny back then...I could use those old episodes for a good laugh when things a slow on the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to add some "Cowboy Bebop" next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else has been cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cloverfield" is already being released on DVD soon and there's a DVDRIP out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making copies and GIVING them away to prevent that damn movie from making any more money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-summer movie jump-off is about to start as "Street Kings" comes out Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanu Reeves as a Bad-Ass "Denzel-in-Training-Day" Cop sounds priceless...and It ain't jus NEO, it's an all-star cast in a gritty drama about the Drug Scene in LA (Bout time!, Tired of all these bad movies about NY giving us a bad name!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lotta people were asking me if I plan to bootleg the Summer Hits coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like "Iron Man", "Speed Racer", "Indiana Jones", and "The Dark Knight"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I dunno, some movies I appreciate too much to take money away from them....shyyyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6640930071799426848?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6640930071799426848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6640930071799426848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6640930071799426848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6640930071799426848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/04/moby-bandwagoners.html' title='&quot;Moby Bandwagoners&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5179912911405044567</id><published>2008-04-06T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:40:01.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Still on Cloud 9..."</title><content type='html'>Yeah, life's been great still despite all the wackiness happening everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is the Music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod has been on OVERDRIVE and I am just tuning out the rest of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Psycho-Sis has yet again gone over the deep end, promising Baby Girl a "Wii" if her grades are kosher this marking period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MOM is planning the first of yet MANY trips this spring and summer, Taking Sis, and Baby Girl to NC for Memorial Day.  She's planing a trip to Ohio (Again!), Virginia on the 4th of July to see Auntee Tina and fam, A possible trip to Jacksonville...AND she got her Passport renewed for a trip to the Carribean (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I finally did my taxes after taking care of my debt to the State that had my bank account levied (BASTARDS!), I can't believe how LITTLE I made last year!  Which means I have a LOT coming BACK to me!  In fact, the STATE was going after my nutz for 500 dollars and now I'm expecting 399 BACK from THEM!  I'm also getting a solid GRAND from Federal PLUS the George Dubya 300 in May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a nice cushion to relax on...more on what I plan to do with that LATER (Heh, heh, heh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Work's, been crazy, but I'm still hanging in there...my review was compiled and is pending approval from the Head Honcho, but in the current state of affairs a raise is not looking very likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about all that's been happening'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been posting as often, I'm coming up with a blank on what themes I wanna do at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do a reader's poll for some ideas on what ya'll wanna see, but I don't think I have enough of a consensus to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is THERE anybody readin this that I DON'T KNOW?!?!?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5179912911405044567?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5179912911405044567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5179912911405044567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5179912911405044567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5179912911405044567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-on-cloud-9.html' title='&quot;Still on Cloud 9...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3854810861314584952</id><published>2008-04-01T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:12:49.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moby and Me...."</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you come Face to Face with one of your gods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kneel in their presence and marvel at their greatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you get all giddy and faint with a loud shriek like Judy Jetson meeting Jet Screamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would you just blather something incoherent like Peter Griffin meeting Gene Simmons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have mentioned that I met MOBY once at the "18" Midnight Album release party in May 2002.  How I totally had a Chris Farley moment and didn't know how to relay his greatness to him as he signed my CD and a copy of his Biography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember muttering something like "I came out here in the rain..." Because it was raining, on a midnight tuesday and I had to go to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the few embarrassing times I actually got star struck (I mean, I've meant celebrities before in the city and was cool as a cucumber!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYhooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't imagine how excited I was when I found out late monday that HE was going to being signing CD's in person at the Virgin Megastore in Union Square today from 7pm to 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to buy the album and request a wristband during the day (There was gonna be a limit of 300!) then come back and line up at the back of the Virgin Coffee Cafe in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted no time, getting up early and buying my CD by 12 noon, then I came back uptown for haircut.  I then came back home for a little while, took a shower, ate...all while being a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 rolls by and I head back downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the store by 7 on the dot.  There's a small line of about 16 people already against the wall, not necessary around the corner-type action, but HEY, it's early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wait, onlookers and looky-loos ask "Who's everyone waiting to see?" and someone would answer and naturally the immediate response is "Who's MOBY?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, you'd think the guy would be getting SOME recognition by now..."Natural Blues" was nominated for a Grammy in 2002 and he performed it live with Blue Man Group and Jill Scott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his time will come, maybe if he'd sing at the Olympics one day, like Bjork, I dunno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 20 minutes later, I'm in in the store, a few people ahead of me.  Snippets of the new album are playing, people are drinking espresso and other high-strung caffeinated drinks, avid fans are taking distant shots with cameras and cell phones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Damn, why didn't I bring that extra phone Miss Philadelphia gave me?...It had a camera in it!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I had brought my other digital camera, I took a couple of pics inside, while waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be Calm, dude...don't choke this time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DO you say to one of your TRUE idols!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time finally came and I was a little less incoherent and able to stay cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I love his music and I was at the last signing and that I've been to 3 of his concerts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the picture...OMIGOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed he usually stood beside the person and jus put his arm around the person's shoulder (Heh, there was even a pic he took with TWO young blonds, one at each hip, the player!!) but I thought I was too gargantuan for that, so at the last minute, inspiration hit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that picture of Nixon and Elvis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R_OZ_JM1xtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nmQS0muITaI/s1600-h/nixon_elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R_OZ_JM1xtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nmQS0muITaI/s320/nixon_elvis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184656906114156242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and figured, that would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result...History in the Making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R_OaeJM1xuI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mk7QC8KARKg/s1600-h/IMG00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R_OaeJM1xuI/AAAAAAAAASY/Mk7QC8KARKg/s320/IMG00116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184657438690100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and MOBY...a handshake for the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shyt, he's bit of a Germaphobe, Obsessive compulsive like Monk or Howie Mandell...the last thing he possibly wanted was to shake my hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the moment was come and gone by now, I thanked him one more time and told him I was looking forward to more music by him, then I was ushered away from the desk he was sitting at (I went the wrong way, like some idiot at an award ceremony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple other pics from afar, one of the display shelf for the album and one of him signing someone else's CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, he signed My CD, the Line notes inside AND my Metrocard for the hell of it, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His autograph was once again a lil caricature of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I called my cousin in VA and emailed her the pic and she jus DIED!!!! She's just as obsessed of moby as I am, it freaked her out and she is SOOOOO Jealous, Ha Ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to blow up that picture and hang it up in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3854810861314584952?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3854810861314584952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3854810861314584952' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3854810861314584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3854810861314584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/04/moby-and-me.html' title='&quot;Moby and Me....&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R_OZ_JM1xtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/nmQS0muITaI/s72-c/nixon_elvis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-568801593796198883</id><published>2008-03-31T05:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:20:51.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love to move in Here..."</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first began with Vincent Hanna getting Neil McCulley in the airfield at the end of "HEAT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I heard "God moving on the face of the Waters"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was the best song ever performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally backtracked and discovered the artist that was MOBY and his earlier works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feel so Real" started to take me to places I never thought I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when finally, I was up to date with his library, he released "Play" and the song "Porcelain" just...blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I was starting to come down from my high, "18" came out and "Signs of Love" and "Harbour" kept me in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then comes out with "Hotel" and "Beautiful" excels with supportive tracks from "Spiders", "Slipping Away" and the bonus track "Chord Sounds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with "Last Night" out, MOBY appears to retrace his DANCE roots of his early works before the sampling, the folk songs, and pop tunes.  He dedicates "Last Night" to the RAVE scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True I was skeptical with semi-feelings toward the first two singles "Alice" and "Disco Lies" but upon listening to the album with open ears, it didn't take long to once again, fall in love with his greatness and amend that growing collection of SONGS that sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost funny, but in the majority of his albums it's always TRACK THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love to move in Here" is hypnotic and catchy and stays in your head forever before you listen to the rest of CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looped it on my ipod and listened to it for hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ONE song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the train to work, riding the bus home, on my PC while my sleep...it has become my obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this becomes a single, thou another song appears to be next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who shares my admiration for moby is my Cousin in VA.  I plan to give her a call on my day off and catch up with her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-568801593796198883?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/568801593796198883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=568801593796198883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/568801593796198883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/568801593796198883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-to-move-in-here.html' title='&quot;I love to move in Here...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-9166478059902930240</id><published>2008-03-30T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:41:47.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quiz Time!...cuz its been an eternity!!!"</title><content type='html'>Got this from KimmyK, who turns FORTY ONE, today...YAY!!!! Happy B-day, GIRL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme is...ONE WORD ANSWERS....here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where is your mobile phone? Bed&lt;br /&gt;2.Your significant other? Nada&lt;br /&gt;3.Your hair? afro&lt;br /&gt;4.Your mother? Bane&lt;br /&gt;5.Your father? unknown&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favorite thing? ipod (Shameless, I know, considering I despised them for years!)&lt;br /&gt;7.Your dream last night? dying&lt;br /&gt;8.Your favorite drink? Grapeade&lt;br /&gt;9.Your dream/goal? Writer&lt;br /&gt;10.The room you're in? Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;11.Your ex? somewhere&lt;br /&gt;12.Your fear? cars&lt;br /&gt;13.Where do you want to be in 6 years? alone&lt;br /&gt;14.Where were you last night? work&lt;br /&gt;15.What you're not? shallow&lt;br /&gt;16.Muffins? blueberry&lt;br /&gt;17.One of your wish list items? Batman&lt;br /&gt;18.Where you grew up? city&lt;br /&gt;19.The last thing you did? sleep&lt;br /&gt;20.What are you wearing? sock (Yesm just one...and yes that is ALL I'm wearing!)&lt;br /&gt;21.Your TV? VH1&lt;br /&gt;22.Your pets? Indy&lt;br /&gt;23.Your computer? Blogging&lt;br /&gt;24.Your life? depressing&lt;br /&gt;25.Your mood? mediocre&lt;br /&gt;26.Missing someone? always&lt;br /&gt;27.Your car? none&lt;br /&gt;28.Something you're not wearing? underwear&lt;br /&gt;29.Favorite Store? Borders&lt;br /&gt;30.Your summer? Styfiling&lt;br /&gt;31.Like someone? nope (More like in LOVE with someone who I can't have...)&lt;br /&gt;32.Your favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;33.When is the last time you laughed? Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;34.Last time you cried? yesterday&lt;br /&gt;35.Who will/would re-post this? nobody (Prove me wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again, KimmyK....YAAAAAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-9166478059902930240?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/9166478059902930240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=9166478059902930240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/9166478059902930240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/9166478059902930240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz-timecuz-its-been-eternity.html' title='&quot;Quiz Time!...cuz its been an eternity!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6852250462428995011</id><published>2008-03-29T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:29:56.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moby...Moby....MOBY!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qvLeI95aL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51qvLeI95aL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The albums comes out Monday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an early download last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on Cloud 9....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is a GENIUS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 100 percent sure his music is played routinely in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is So-So&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6852250462428995011?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6852250462428995011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6852250462428995011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6852250462428995011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6852250462428995011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/mobymobymoby.html' title='&quot;Moby...Moby....MOBY!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-252253526231873019</id><published>2008-03-25T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:05:13.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm STILL here..."</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know...been falling off on the entries as of late, and I have tons of reasons in which I'll elaborate on right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flu Season - NOT what you think...my body's a temple, but Teletran X isn't...the PC's been getting infiltrated a few times and that jus makes me hit the ol' "Computer, activate Self Destruct Sequence" and start over from scratch...the only mishap is I lost my list of bookmarks and it's been a bytch to find all my favoriate sites all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I guess I should have put ALL of them on my blog links sidebar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The hostage situation with my money - What can I say, I ain't got a smile on my face cuz the state RAPED me for 506.00.  I had to max the final two of my four (already maxed out) credit cards to finally pay off the bastards WHILE still maintaining ontime payments by traveling to their banks in PERSON rather than paying them online!  Luckily Capital One has taken over a chain of New York banks and popping up everywhere..."What's in YOUR wallet?...Shit it ain't fucking MONEY that's for sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MOM - MOM stands for Menace Of Magnitude, HIGH Magnitude...in other words BIIIIG Problem.  She gets the living room painted, throws away junk, and has been on a cleaning fit for weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIS - As if things couldn't get worst,  Psycho-Lesbo-plans on conquering MySpace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out, Tila Tequila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't have a scanner anymore I've been working double-time scanning pictures for her at kinko's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The JOB - Sigh, the same ol' same ol'...people talking, worrying and shit, we scraping by...now there's talk that the lease may be up on our office space this year, come 2009 we'll have to move shop somewhere downtown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Hustle - Been burning DVD's every damn day, now I'm workin iPods filling them up with people's requested music when I can...*WHEW* shyt's crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Loneliness - I feel like I'm on an island, man...my body's falling apart.  When I was doing the weight loss challenge on full figgas I was getting some of my energy back, drinking water and crystal light and walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm falling apart again, not getting enough sleep, going to the bathroom 6 times a night, I'm not saying I'm Drooling, but there seems to be a severe abundance of saliva in my mouth and it's fuckin unnatural.  I be almost jealous of those people out there who are dry-mouthed all the time cuz they have no saliva glands...always have to have a cup of water around them and shyt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sense of dread that comes around this time of year.  This march makes it 3 years of being here with mom and that really jus makes me wanna cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking of ways to stay sane, trying to make it all keep making sense before I jus go off the radar.  I keep waiting and telling myself to look for the sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign that it's all gonna be alright, that I'm in the clear, that I can move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see...anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-252253526231873019?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/252253526231873019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=252253526231873019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/252253526231873019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/252253526231873019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-still-here.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m STILL here...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2304439581662991185</id><published>2008-03-17T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:55:06.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"My baby's gotta Baby..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.omg.yahoo.com/omg/us/img/933_8150734888.jpg?y=300&amp;x=275&amp;q=75&amp;n=1&amp;sig=QKHHkiFgEnkedDVlbROwFQ--"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.omg.yahoo.com/omg/us/img/933_8150734888.jpg?y=300&amp;x=275&amp;q=75&amp;n=1&amp;sig=QKHHkiFgEnkedDVlbROwFQ--" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallie's a MOMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life is officially a MILF, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Miss Berry gave birth to a lovely lil baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2304439581662991185?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2304439581662991185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2304439581662991185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2304439581662991185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2304439581662991185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-babys-gotta-baby.html' title='&quot;My baby&apos;s gotta Baby...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-615056281532232161</id><published>2008-03-13T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:29:08.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The King is dead, Long live The King!"</title><content type='html'>I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account is still being held hostage so I'm living on paycheck to paycheck funds at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else seems to be doing better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's acing all her driving lessons and gaining her confidence back, BUT she's having a problem maintaining her health insurance due to her unemployment payments.  She's making too much for Medicaid and Family Health Plus while she browses the premiums for Healthy NY, which vary from carrier to carrier (And are VERY steep...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycho-Lesbo Sis decided to spend her tax return and buy an overpriced, lackluster Comcrap (Compaq) Desktop for around 500 dollars.  It's slow as hell, and comes with Vista.  But it does have a nice flat screen monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought it on a whim and should have had me along for advice, the idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Baby Girl will have an outlet now....To ACCESS CYBER-PREDATORS and expose herself to dangerous and disturbing images!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's also been tearing the house apart getting ready for the living room to be repainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE, on the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a shakeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing reps have been given the AX, and slowly, the ENTIRE third shift over at Copy Production has been diminished.  Apparently, one of the managers (A dude named Moe) quit and took a lotta people with him to the promise land (Wow, that's cool, normally when you find a better job, ya don't look back...talk about looking out for your peeps!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, more heads had to roll and there was (Yet Another) a Manager schedule restructuring.  Third Shift Scanning has been eliminated.  Two of the WORST scanners were FINALLY fired while one returned back to second shift.  And finally, TWO managers from Production were also fired...including HAROLD, my DVD competitor in "the bizzness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's thinking the writing's on the wall and the end could be near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK man, why does this KEEP happening to me!  Everywhere I go the company is failing or on its last leg or about to be taken over!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when this company was in the Top 5 Litigation imaging firms of New York, behind Ikon, and Pitney Bowes...WHAT IS GOING ON!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, I still stand behind my decision not to bail...I have another merit review coming up on the 22nd with ANOTHER raise due...If we can squeeze the lil work we can get from Wednesdays to Sunday (To hell with Monday and Tuesday!!!) and I get my 35 hours, I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With third shift gone, we don't have to worry about hiring rookies anymore...and as incompetent as first shift goes...We'll be running thangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I jus gotta hang in there and hope things change for the better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Harold gone, it's time for me to take over the market!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-615056281532232161?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/615056281532232161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=615056281532232161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/615056281532232161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/615056281532232161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/king-is-dead-long-live-king.html' title='&quot;The King is dead, Long live The King!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2623188506192273167</id><published>2008-03-03T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:06:37.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shyt jus catches up with ya..."</title><content type='html'>I remember that scene in Will Smith's movie "Pursuit of Happyness" when the government stepped in and JACKED his money on some back taxes at THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME and I was always afraid that would happen to me someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I was working at IPS, the idiots in payroll weren't paying taxes to New York State for awhile.  Some wasn't even goin to Federal and I wasn't claiming the number of dependents (Claiming 0 or 1 for yourself?...the shyt's still a mystery to me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO, I owed them a lil money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lil grew into some more with interest, penalties and fees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it wasn't like I didn't ignore the notices and refused to pay at all, I did, a lil...HEY, the fuckers also jacked my refunds for the last two years so DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled with the FED but state was still looking for about 485 to 500 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was GONNA get around to it but I lost track of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, leave it to the state to fire a warning shot across my broadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed up to do some laundry today...and went to the bank to pick up twenty in quarters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a problem at the bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account had been levied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fuckin BELIEVE these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went right back home to make some phone calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 AGONIZING Minutes later in the afternoon, an arrangement was made and my account SHOULD be freed up by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit ALWAYS has a habit of biting me on the ass at the worst times!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2623188506192273167?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2623188506192273167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2623188506192273167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2623188506192273167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2623188506192273167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/shyt-jus-catches-up-with-ya.html' title='&quot;Shyt jus catches up with ya...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5614267993482545970</id><published>2008-03-01T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:40:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The new do..."</title><content type='html'>Well, whaddya think?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year Four - the year of the Chocolate Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also updated my profile a bit, added a wishlist and answered a random question for the first time EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect some new changes around here soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5614267993482545970?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5614267993482545970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5614267993482545970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5614267993482545970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5614267993482545970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-do.html' title='&quot;The new do...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8401923795144935573</id><published>2008-02-29T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:08:26.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"*BOP*...Hey!  I'm FOUR years old today!!!...You Forgot!!!"</title><content type='html'>Wow, I completely slept on this anniversary this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasting time with Jet" is FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Didn't think I'd make it this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma have to mark the occassion with a complete overhaul...Template and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally get around to doing some themes I've been wanting to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some "Woik" to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8401923795144935573?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8401923795144935573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8401923795144935573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8401923795144935573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8401923795144935573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/bophey-im-four-years-old-todayyou.html' title='&quot;*BOP*...Hey!  I&apos;m FOUR years old today!!!...You Forgot!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2991153565503449558</id><published>2008-02-26T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:00:18.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Annuder day at the Office..."</title><content type='html'>We had a light day today when I came back to work.  But it wasn't without some drama within the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tim aka Dave Schappele got "THE CALL" from the temp agency we use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Call" being the one that tells you "This was your last day, don't go back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kinda took the rejection kinda bad...SO I heard....thank god I wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, some dope came in for a interview and in a bold move STOLE our secretary's personal cell phone!  They caught his ass ON CAMERA and called him BACK early Wednesday (Today) to give him a chance to return it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played dumb and instead of calling the police and arresting his stupid ass, the job LET HIM GO!...Unbelievable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here I am, back after my "weekend" to practically no work, so to pass the time a bit (And since I had a fresh new haircut...) I decided to take some pics and show you how much work we HAD at one point and that is waiting to go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g2Ew18PYI/AAAAAAAAARY/otjvaWPYg5c/s1600-h/PDR_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g2Ew18PYI/AAAAAAAAARY/otjvaWPYg5c/s320/PDR_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172443627493539202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Great Wall of China that is in our hallway right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was part of the 700+ job of phizer in January...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close-up so you can see the stack is damn near tall as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g3xQ18PZI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uAlwt-TlgA/s1600-h/PDR_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g3xQ18PZI/AAAAAAAAARg/1uAlwt-TlgA/s320/PDR_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172445491509345682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more of it and other projects in a room to the side where our Marketing Reps meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g4nQ18PaI/AAAAAAAAARo/JgGeQ10gE_8/s1600-h/PDR_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g4nQ18PaI/AAAAAAAAARo/JgGeQ10gE_8/s320/PDR_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172446419222281634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the work comes in smaller boxes that we've nicknamed "Shoeboxes", here's a pic leaning on a stack of 30 or so from a firm called BAKER-ROBBINS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g5YQ18PbI/AAAAAAAAARw/7IZfOnnSd2E/s1600-h/PDR_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g5YQ18PbI/AAAAAAAAARw/7IZfOnnSd2E/s320/PDR_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447261035871666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some other pics around the office that I'll post later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2991153565503449558?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2991153565503449558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2991153565503449558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2991153565503449558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2991153565503449558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/annuder-day-at-office.html' title='&quot;Annuder day at the Office...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8g2Ew18PYI/AAAAAAAAARY/otjvaWPYg5c/s72-c/PDR_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8586454234935662932</id><published>2008-02-24T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:28:10.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Something's in the Air...MOBY's COMING!!!"</title><content type='html'>I'm fine financially for the moment (The workload has been stable and that extra raise kicked in...YAHOO!) BUT with mom's situation, I've come to realize that my social life is going to take a SERIOUS dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dates (Like the chicks were all over me already!), no big purchases (The Backup Hard Drive &amp; The iPod will be IT till my B-day...), and also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CONCERTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusssst one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year it was Bjork and this year it's....MOBY (again, ha hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like only yesterday I was at &lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2006/09/moby-madness-at-central-park.html"&gt;Central Park&lt;/A&gt; jumping up and down with a whole bunch of white people while Moby performed a DJ set at ULTRA...I still have the overpriced keychain on my key ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his last album, "Hotel" wasn't as strong as "18" or "Play", I'm waiting with baited breath for April 1st and the release of his latest album, "Last Night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album will probably have me head scratchin as he attempts to go back to his Party and Rave roots of the early 90's underground dance scene.  His first two singles "Alice" and "Disco Lies" have been hit and miss for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well damn, you can't like EVERY freakin' song an artist comes out with, that's jus blind dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, he'll definitively come to New York for a show and when he does, I am SO there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's only a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Kanye West at MSG...or Alicia Keys...Jay-Z &amp; Mary J. Blige...The Roots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there's always next year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8586454234935662932?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8586454234935662932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8586454234935662932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8586454234935662932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8586454234935662932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/somethings-in-airmobys-coming.html' title='&quot;Something&apos;s in the Air...MOBY&apos;s COMING!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2369519593203316784</id><published>2008-02-22T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:43:23.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"New kidz on the Block..."</title><content type='html'>At long last, we finally got some new faces at the office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like breakin' in some ROOKIES!, Heh, heh, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came in Wednesday, I met a timid, loopy, middle-aged woman named Willamina who was a bundle of nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really couldn't get a hang of the scanners that well (Sorta like Lucy and the runaway conveyor belt Gag...).  She'd been training since Monday and had Thursday and Fridays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she's still here by next week, it'd be a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two fresh faces I met today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sassy lil 40-somethin named Robin and a Country Bumkin/Dave Chappelle-20-years from now looking dude name Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim had been training with someone else Monday and Tuesday, but I had to take over and show him the ropes some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Tim, Tim...whoo boy was this guy something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude was a nutjob.  He could talk about and be open with you about everything in his life...his kids, his ex-wife, his girlfriend, his OTHER girlfriend, his aspirations of being a stand-up comedian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, he got the look for a comic, skinny, short hair, thick mustache, goofy-ass grin...he looks EXACTLY like Dave Chappelle will look like when he's around 50.  The dude even wears a skinny, long (Not 3/4, but a lil more than half...) leather jacket that reminds me of "Conspiracy Brother" (Played by Chappelle) in the movie "Undercover Brother"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, least the office ain't gonna be dull.  Nothing against Robin, I jus wish we had a lil more sexier Eye-Candy around the office to drool over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this rumor of a chick on 1st shift that's turning heads...but she leaves at 3pm rather working till 4 when I can get a peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll see how things go for now, maybe this can be the start of somethin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2369519593203316784?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2369519593203316784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2369519593203316784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2369519593203316784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2369519593203316784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-kidz-on-block.html' title='&quot;New kidz on the Block...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2312555687949119987</id><published>2008-02-21T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:35:15.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When is 160GB's NOT 160?...when it's an ipod."</title><content type='html'>NOT to complain or anything, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1178 songs later, 6 videos and about 35 naked pictures of Vida Guerra later I noticed the total storage capacity of my new ipod to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143GB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 17GB could be operational firmware and junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm not picky, I seriously doubt I'll be able to fill this sucker up to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, I find that kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other pod-people out there come across this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an 80 that's not really an full 80?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, da hell cares, I and CHILLIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2312555687949119987?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2312555687949119987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2312555687949119987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2312555687949119987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2312555687949119987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-is-160gbs-not-160when-its-ipod.html' title='&quot;When is 160GB&apos;s NOT 160?...when it&apos;s an ipod.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1659178127164681352</id><published>2008-02-18T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T04:06:30.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let it never be said that I'm not a Good Uncle..."</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't know it with my schedule, but today's a holiday for the school kids, Winter Recess...they got the whole week off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl's been here the past few weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Psycho-Lesbo Sis has been taking weekend getaways to Atlantic City till she broke up with Memphis Bleek/Easy-E and threw her out of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to AC to break-up a Lesbian Honeymoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's been a bit under the weather and trying to hang in there these last couple of weeks before she escapes the plantation like a runaway slave...and to top it off, Lil Baby Girl had her first trip to the Dentist Saturday where they took out THREE baby teeth that were obstructing her new set from coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's Depressed Sister, Sick Mother, and little niece in a lotta pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a job for...SUPER UNCLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Baby Girl off mom's hands (while she was taking her off Lesbo-Sis's hands) gave her the house to herself so she could watch "Click", "School for Scoundrels" and other movies and TV shows on HBO and the Halmark Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 noon, we went outside in the cloudy city and headed to harlem to go Bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally was gonna take her to Madam Tusaud's Wax Museum but there were chances of rain throughout the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be our thing now, bowling...the last time was on &lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-day-birthday-celebrationa-review.html"&gt;My Birthday&lt;/A&gt; last year.  That almost became a fiasco due to extra friends...but I learned my lesson this time and decided to spring this on everyone the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's jus me and baby girl this time...President's Day Monday, around 12 in the afternoon, the lanes open at 11am, you'd figure we'd be the first ones there and have the whole place to ourselves, right?....WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was a madhouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smooth move, Bonehead." I said to myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a bit crowded, Uncle Leslie..." the lil one said with a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but let's jus make the best of it, boo-boo..." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed up for 2 games, got our shoes and asked the tech to put the gutter bumpers on for the little one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eased our way thru the sea of teenagers wildin' out and kept our eyes on our stuff as we bowled  (Hate to say it, but it's true...Punks will SNATCH yo shyt!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit rusty the first game while boo-boo kept the ball straight down the middle with her nonchalant form of jus hurling the damn ball with a flick of her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing!  She destroyed me 96 to 27, but the second game, I got my steam, and she started losing hers.  I got a LOT better but she barely got away from me winning again 77 to 67 in a close one.  If it wasn't so chaotic, I would have thrown in an extra game (it was only 30 dollars this time, I remembered the last time we paid almost 100 and that was with Lesbo-Sis flirting her way to get the two kids charged as one...) but she was tired out, and hungry so we left at 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her to McDonald's and it finally started to rain, so we hopped on the bus to the Bronx so I could take her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place looked so empty with jus Sis in the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like crap (And for HER to look bad it takes a LOT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You okay?" I actually asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." she grumbled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need me to fix anything in here or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.  Thanks for taking her somewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, ain't no thang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncomfortable silence goes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right, gotta go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kay' Bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell can I possibly say to her?  It ain't like I'm doing any better in the relationships department?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She NEED to take this time to herself and clean up her act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But MOM said she plans to get in her business and fix things the minute she gets the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home at around 6pm and talked mom into watching Clive Owen in "Shoot 'em Up", which I thought was AWESOME (In the lines of Physics-breaking, non-stop, ultra-violence Bugs Bunny style popcorn flicks like Antonio Banderas' "Desperado")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE naturally, didn't like it, so in all fairness we're planning on watching "Michael Clayton" tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that's about it...every nowandthen, I have my lil bonding moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they always seem to be around this time a year in February...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1659178127164681352?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1659178127164681352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1659178127164681352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1659178127164681352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1659178127164681352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-it-never-be-said-that-im-not-good.html' title='&quot;Let it never be said that I&apos;m not a Good Uncle...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2423123572304798130</id><published>2008-02-17T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:11:02.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No second doubts....Riiiiight?"</title><content type='html'>Phooey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute things were doing good with the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 700 &amp; 400 box jobs on the horizon and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, we're done, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway is STACKED with boxes we breezed thru, and once again, we're staring at an empty floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Will be after today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, maybe I should have ran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!  I can't think like that!  We'll have some more work soon, jus gotta think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gotta have some more on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting some NEW FACES coming next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I won't see them till Wednesday thou with me having Monday and Tuesday's off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see the new rookies on the block, and maybe break 'em in (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be a familiar face from the 'ol days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2423123572304798130?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2423123572304798130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2423123572304798130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2423123572304798130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2423123572304798130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-second-doubtsriiiiight.html' title='&quot;No second doubts....Riiiiight?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6407193893404167807</id><published>2008-02-15T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:03:04.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Perfect Lie."</title><content type='html'>SO I decided to stay (for now) and give DTI Skyline (That was the name of the other place) the brush off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, all my co-workers think I'm leaving when I'm not!  What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must never find out I was offered more money in less time than it took for them to get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of shit gets out, then the haterness comes to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I tell them?  Why did I change my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the supervisors gave me a good story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some checking on the company and found an old friend from my other scanning days who had been there and only stayed a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were shocked when I broke the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that was the case, you should have just showed up Monday, since you have it off here and just see how it is."  Someone said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...work Monday and Tuesday, and if you don't like it, don't go back!...and if you did, STAY there and give this place the SHAFT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all joked about it and no one was the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, one other person also gave notice this week (Which would probably explain why they decided to keep me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co-worker named Damonique is starting a work-study program internship which will lead to a corporate position by the end of the year.  Next week's going to be her last week with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ONE stays, while ANOTHER leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can the end be far behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will we rebuild the new team from the ashes of the past?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6407193893404167807?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6407193893404167807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6407193893404167807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6407193893404167807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6407193893404167807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-lie.html' title='&quot;The Perfect Lie.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8332755610353964316</id><published>2008-02-14T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:28:07.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Valentine's Day...We're breaking Up..."</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to Miss Philadelphia since the Super Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's a breakdown in communications, you know it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fuck did I become the shiny new toy that everyone plays with at first but discards 3 weeks after Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not like I didn't see it coming.  I sound so good on paper, online, on the phone...but after that first meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Moving On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did celebrate a lil by sending KITTY down in Jacksonville a nice Halter top from her Amazon Wish List.  She's planning to come up here as soon as I can have the place to myself for a bit...maybe around April when MOM goes down to North Carolina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all that said, I'm glad this mushy stuff is behind us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going back to my dark and reclusive self for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8332755610353964316?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8332755610353964316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8332755610353964316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8332755610353964316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8332755610353964316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-daywere-breaking-up.html' title='&quot;Happy Valentine&apos;s Day...We&apos;re breaking Up...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4430032007020407647</id><published>2008-02-14T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:02:54.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"CounterOffer!!!!"</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus when I thought I didn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief pulls me over for a private chat and asks me which firm I was leaving to and how much they're offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm more valuable than they lead me on to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what would it take to make me stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the HUMBLE MORON I was, I told them they tried to offer me 10, but upped it to 10.50...BUT seeing how I was at 9 and JUST got to 9.50, I decided to stick with 10 (There are people working in that office that were there for 14 months JUST to get that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed, and decided to KEEP my next review for March still, so it might go to the original 10.50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stay here with some seniority rather than starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanted was some more money anyway...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it here.  The work is flowing a bit now, but you never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how this other place will reply to the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're go up again...maybe to 11, or 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I feel like I'm on eBay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, it's nice to feel wanted for a change...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4430032007020407647?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4430032007020407647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4430032007020407647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4430032007020407647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4430032007020407647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/counteroffer.html' title='&quot;CounterOffer!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6928141865818265016</id><published>2008-02-13T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:11:39.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Damn."</title><content type='html'>Yo, it's 2am, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loading the shit outta my iPod with Moby, Bjork, Nas, Jay-Z, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the TV on HBO and Bob Sagat's comedy show "That ain't Right" comes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man, Danny Tanner says "fuck" a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6928141865818265016?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6928141865818265016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6928141865818265016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6928141865818265016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6928141865818265016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title='&quot;Damn.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3240436963530833938</id><published>2008-02-12T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:16:46.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're one of us, Michael..."</title><content type='html'>I did something I never thought I would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impossible has happened, hell has frozen over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not just A iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the ULTIMATE iPOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fifth Generation, Video, Pictures AND Music with the storage capacity of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are ya ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and SIXTY GIGABYTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 1-6-0-GB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM Baby!, I'm SET FOR LIFE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's supposedly 40,000 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo-HOOOOO!!!!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bad boy retails at over 400 big ones (Tax included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how much pray tell did I pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, heh, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you SAY 275 Dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE craigslist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy had just brought a 8GB iPhone and sold his ipod to little ol' me, HA! AM I lucky or what?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lil gift in celebration of the new job.  I plan to sell my ol' "Powermaster" MP3 player and all those annoying SD-Cards by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Now I must LOAD the sucker thru iTunes and maintain a way to listen to my music ALL of it equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3240436963530833938?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3240436963530833938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3240436963530833938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3240436963530833938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3240436963530833938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-one-of-us-michael.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re one of us, Michael...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8091540460276857738</id><published>2008-02-07T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:59:00.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let the ring-bearer decide....So Be It..."</title><content type='html'>With the wise words of Gandalf the Gray echoing in my ears, I have made my decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Benefits (Medical, Dental, 401k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vacation Pay, Holiday Pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A closer commute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More money with with no Half-Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, on the 15th of this month, I shall bid farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that following Monday, the 18th of February...My next journey shall commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall embrace my future fearlessly!!!, for my eyes are wide open with optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May god have mercy on my soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8091540460276857738?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8091540460276857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8091540460276857738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8091540460276857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8091540460276857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-ring-bearer-decideso-be-it.html' title='&quot;Let the ring-bearer decide....So Be It...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3361387301167047986</id><published>2008-02-06T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:59:21.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Deal or No Deal..."</title><content type='html'>Took them long enough but I finally got an answer to that other firm I interviewed with monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they offered 10, but with my negotiation skills they upped it to 10.50.  Which is a start, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 guaranteed hours a week, Weekends off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It DOES seem tempting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the staff are assholes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they don't let me scan (Enough!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called MOM for advice and all she could say is "Isn't this your FIFTH job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of years, yes...but it hasn't been MY fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pitfalls, she thinks I should stay put, but she's not thinking MONEY-Wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay? or Should I run?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3361387301167047986?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3361387301167047986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3361387301167047986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3361387301167047986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3361387301167047986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='&quot;Deal or No Deal...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6961956655142769580</id><published>2008-02-04T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:59:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jem, you're Truly Outrageous..."</title><content type='html'>Not really much of a shock, the number one movie this weekend was that Hannah Montana 3D Disney Concert thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY GIRL LOVES this chick to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing thou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM told me something the other day that blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Hannah Montana AND Miley Cyrus are ONE AND THE SAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOM, the Montana chick is a Blond..." I said, inclining towards Miley being a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a WIG" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No WAY...NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6cdQocvaeI/AAAAAAAAARA/llZVqo7ghMU/s1600-h/hannah7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6cdQocvaeI/AAAAAAAAARA/llZVqo7ghMU/s320/hannah7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163127669376641506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, I don't see it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6cdaocvafI/AAAAAAAAARI/gnKenJyUu04/s1600-h/hannah6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6cdaocvafI/AAAAAAAAARI/gnKenJyUu04/s320/hannah6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163127841175333362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley appears to have the fuller, apple-round face with high cheekbones, and Hannah looks like the typical blond model/pop-singer type with a long thin face and NO cheeks whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sit down and watch an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they THINK of this premise?  The only thing that this reminds me of is "JEM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6ciMIcvagI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xredvwnusGY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1010162.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6ciMIcvagI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xredvwnusGY/s320/vlcsnap-1010162.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163133089625369090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Truly OUTrageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, "CLOVERFIELD" has sunk from 1st, to 4th, to 9TH in jus Three weeks and made 4.9 Mil this past weekend...the only disturbing thing is it's made close to 80 Million already and might tips the scales at 100, BARELY...making it the first "Hit" of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I would bootleg this movie for FREE to kill it's box office receipts, it doesn't deserve a dime it's made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6961956655142769580?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6961956655142769580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6961956655142769580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6961956655142769580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6961956655142769580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/jem-youre-truly-outrageous.html' title='&quot;Jem, you&apos;re Truly Outrageous...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R6cdQocvaeI/AAAAAAAAARA/llZVqo7ghMU/s72-c/hannah7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7196489638303662524</id><published>2008-02-04T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:16:20.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now hear THIS!"</title><content type='html'>Psst! Hey!, The GIANTS jus won the super bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA FUCK CARES!, NEXT BUSINESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's last day was supposed to be Thursday, but they asked her to stay on one more month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just when I think I'm OUT, they pull me back IN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I finally got my Evaluation on the job (2 months late!) and was approved for my merit raise.  The evaluation was actually dated the 23rd but apparently SAT on the CEO's desk all this time awaiting approval.  He had been sick since the MLK holiday and finally got around to it when he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was I insulted by the carelessness, but I was offended by the mediocre review I received!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO pissed off with this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the weird thing is, Now, I DON'T wanna leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I get an offer from that firm on the WEST side I went to monday, I might turn it down JUST to prove to these BASTARDS I'm worth better than they regard me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuckin thing reminded me of report cards!  With a 0-5 Rating Scale I received 2's down the line!  With a 1.5 for "Initiative"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT...THE FUCK!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face, my score was 28.50 out of a possible 70, scored in 14 categories!  Aside from the 1.5, I got a 3.0 in Attendance, ATTENDANCE!!!!  I missed TWO days!, switched days once and was late maybe 2 or 3 times a month, DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A '3' in Attendance...I should have gotten a 4.5 or something!, SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1.5 REALLY gets me..."Initiative", thats like saying I don't take this crap seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it to the MAX everyday!  Is it MY fault the job hasn't had enough business to keep me INTERESTED!!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if I leave now...they'll think it was for the review, and it was really because I thought they forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like they don't care, like they won't miss me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are jumping ship right and left, they're tired of the lack of stable work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I actually stay, maybe I can ride this out and fall in their favor for being the last man standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I might earn some seniority due to everyone else before me leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a disaster ANYWAYS, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't hear from them.  I'll hang around a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next review is in MARCH anyways, I get another raise, and then it'll turn into a YEARLY thing, they give me a crappy review like this again, I'll walk, but for now...I'll chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7196489638303662524?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7196489638303662524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7196489638303662524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7196489638303662524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7196489638303662524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/02/now-hear-this.html' title='&quot;Now hear THIS!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3110437813315294843</id><published>2008-01-29T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:15:27.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nerve Racking"</title><content type='html'>It's just something about me and job interviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was SO prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had gotten a nice haircut, I brought some crisp resume paper from staples and I had this cool Resume Maker program installed to help me AND MOM do some magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I had to do monday morning was get my shirt and slacks from the Dry Cleaners and print some new copies that the software made of my resume...THAT'S IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna guess what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my clothes at 10:30, jump in the shower and wash up at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I approach Mom's busted ol' PC and the Leximart 3-in-1 Copier, scanner, printer I got &lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2006/11/double-your-pleasure-doublemint-gum.html"&gt;Two Years Ago..."&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using the damn thing to print my "Catalog" of movies I sell on the job (It's in the presentation).  It was taking up a lot of ink thou, so I brought a replacement cartridge as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up the spiffy new resume and get ready to print.  I had 3 pages left of ink so I decided to install the new one first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in and closed the lid on the printer and an error message started to come up when I turned it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cover Open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't understand it, the lid was down, everything was secure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe the ink cartridge was loose or sticking out, so I checked everything again...nothing sticking up, I close the printer and the error message was back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cover Open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little after 11:15, now...my interview was at 1:30, I needed to leave the house by 12, 12:30 the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind started to &lt;I&gt;PANIC&lt;/I&gt; a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my own printer in my room, but the damn thing has had alignment problems due to having the wrong cartridge inserted...I should have brought correct ones for THAT one, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe this was happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be calm, I kept working and banging on the machine, trying to make it close or lock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was working.  I couldn't begin to comprehend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go the Leximart website, nothing there on what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 rolled on by I became a raving maniac!  I was halfway ready to SMASH the printer with a sledgehammer!!!  I started slamming the thing over and over again, I broke the top lid off it's hinges!  I Ripped out the lil arm-stick thing that holds the lid up like the hood of a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in complete Homer Simpson mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45, I gave up and decided to just go with the few copies I had from the Library Job Interview back in November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to throw my clothes on and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Miss Philadelphia and she jus wanted to chat for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "Honey, this is REAL bad Time right now..."?, apparently, I Couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're goin thru the motions here, and as usual thing are looking bleak on that end as well, (What'd you expect, a happy ending?)...She's going thru a lot right now, and wants to be alone, yadda, yadda, yadda...like SHIT is all Spring Time FRESH on MY END!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "Un Huh", and "Um Hmmm" a full 15 minutes when she finally ends the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going on 12:40pm now...I can't BEGIN to tell you how petrified I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally leave the house, go on down to St. Nicholas and walk to the 1 train station...where I get stopped from those Marketing Reps trying to get people into Health Insurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you don't recognize your former supervisor anymore?"  The guy says to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked closer and it was Agustin Prado my boss from Enrollment back at Community Choice up in Yonkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was working in my OTHER firm, HEALTHFIRST now!  What are the odds!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help to get into a chat and bring him up the speed on what happened with all the office politics that went on.  Prado had gotten fired because of this soulless bytch named Eve had migrated her way up to Community Choice AFTER fucking up and getting fired from Healthfirst!  It was uncanny, it felt like she was following me and destroying firms everywhere she went like "Unicron" from Transformers or "Galactius" the planet-eater from Fantastic Four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Prado that Eve's incompetence finally got the best of her and she got fired from Community Choice months after she took over.  The damage she did was irreparable and more ignorant figure-heads followed in her wake, in the end, it was too much for me...and now, 3 years after I left and 4 after Prado, the company folded and is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prado was so much an influence on me, I planned to use his name for one of the characters in my TV Show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was thinking of getting back in Enrollment and if they have positions to see if he could pull some strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Management wasn't for me, why not get into Marketing?  Make yourself 100,000 dollars a year?" he asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "It's not for me..." I answered.  I took his card and said, I'd be in touch, I then decided to pass over one of the few resumes I had on me.  I couldn't help but think it was fate that brought me out here to meet him today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I ACTUALLY got to the train station, it was 12:55...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to get to 50th Street, then walk down to 46th.  The 1 train has all those local stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get down there till 1:30 on the dot.  My stomach was twisted in knots by now.  Part of me didn't even wanna make it to appointment...just turn around and call them back with a believable lie...like a Death in the Family or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on walking.  I was on the edge of Times Square, lots of loud shops and tourists traps around, I guess it would be kinda fun working around here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the place, check in with the security guard and take the elevator to my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one last sigh and prayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped off, I was expecting a fancy hi-tech, sophisticated lobby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but saw a jagged maze of warehouse storage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place looked like a loft, with boxes EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just like the hallways to our office right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was huge, I was told they had the whole floor, but you step off the elevator and all of the sudden you're out in the open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no desks or anything, jus different paths leading to offices and cubicles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked by the restrooms (Least they're easy to find) and saw a couple of people walking thru coming from lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They completely ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My god, I could be a serial killer coming in to shoot-up the place and no one would notice!" I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught someone's attention and told them who I was meeting, they led me to an office and no one seemed perturbed by my lateness (1:40, for the record).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about my work history, they took notes on the copy of my resume I submitted online.  I told them how the work fluctuates and we get these 4 hour work days when there's nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that their workers are GUARANTEED their 35 work week, no matter what.  In the event of a dry spell, the people sit there and read a newspaper or a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed I heard Angelic Chords in my head at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, you never clap after the first magic trick...I needed to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged questions and formalities and then I filled out a form okaying a background check and that was it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No forms, no id, no EXTRA RESUME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sweat...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what I went thru this morning, they better offer me no less than 10.50 for my troubles!  I hear 8, 9, 9.50...I'm staying my ass RIGHT where I'm at! (Maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe I drove myself crazy for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked up to 59th Street and brought two HP ink cartridges for MY printer and got back home by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at that damn Leximart printer again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, piece of shit!...I guess you get what you pay for.  Rest assured, I'm NEVER buying anything from THEM again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3110437813315294843?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3110437813315294843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3110437813315294843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3110437813315294843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3110437813315294843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/nerve-racking.html' title='&quot;Nerve Racking&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8647833771591140016</id><published>2008-01-25T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T03:17:08.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Holy Job Interviews, Batman!!!"</title><content type='html'>I gotta call yesterday that went to voicemail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from a place I applied to online at the end of December during the dry spell, they FINALLY got around to calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to interview me MONDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the out I've been looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will this place be just as fucked as where I'm at now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been stabilized for the moment.  This'll be the 2nd week in a row I worked a full 35 hours with no OT, there's been JUST ENOUGH works to squeak by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still got the so-called BIG JOB PART TWO from Pfizer, the 700 boxes, BUT as they are checking them it and divvying up what the client wants to actually be scanned, of the first 100 or so FOUR boxes have been approved and set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHYYYYT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At THIS rate the 700 will dwindle down to 50!, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO while researching this OTHER company, I gather some questions to throw at them back when they're done with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is YOUR workload consistant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do ya'll believe in "Cross-Training" BS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will I ACTUALLY Scan or my task will be determined when I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How involved are we in the whole process? (Do we do EVERYTHING?, Check-In, Doc Prep, Scan, QC, OCR Cleanup, Burn, Re-Prep and send back...etc, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What Machines do you use? (Cuz I'm tired of these broken down models...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If I work Weekends which days during the week would I have off?  (Cuz this Mondays &amp; Tuesdays thing HAS spoiled me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do we have to work EVERY f'ing weekend?  Even if there's little work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is on the opposite side of where I'm at, over on 46th and Seventh.  It would be nice to be back on the West Side and not dealing with the Shuttles and crap to get to Grand Central.  Salary is 10-12 an hour depending on experience, shyt I'm worth 15, but I'll take at least 11 and prove myself in time...I don't want them to expect TOO much of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a basic, simple, reliable scanning position.  Everlasting work, no drama, no dry spells with 4-Hour work days, no cross training to make me a copy operator or paper-pusher...Just let me sit on my ass, scan pages, look at the screen, and listen to my music...can I freaking do that for 8 hours a day at 12.00 an hour?, Huh?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8647833771591140016?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8647833771591140016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8647833771591140016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8647833771591140016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8647833771591140016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/holy-job-interviews-batman.html' title='&quot;Holy Job Interviews, Batman!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3292991611790763807</id><published>2008-01-24T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:58:55.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hustlin', Hustlin...Everyday I'm Hustlin', Everyday I'm Hustlin'..."</title><content type='html'>All this looking at "The Wire" has gotten to me.  Looks like I'm about to get in the game, playa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I don't mean drugs...C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean DVD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office bootlegger (Some lame-ass supervisor from "Production" named HAROLD) had the entire floor on lockdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were buying homemade DVD's from him left and right.  He was charging 3$ a hit, but his service was sloppy...he'd deliver on HIS time, and his Customer Service personality wasn't that charming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually deals with downloading thru torrents (Which is SO passe...), with my Rapidshare links and blogs, I know I can shut him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bided my time, laid in the cut and studied the developments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Bad Boys moves in Silence and Violence"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, this year in 2008, he gonna raise up the prices of his DVD's to 5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office wasn't too thrilled about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's MY TURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the connect, the product, and I'm slinging at a lower price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to cut the competition off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Avon Barksdale, I'M Marlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll probably don't know what that means, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway's, I hope Harold can respect the game this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want things to get messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma a Bizznessman, ya heard?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3292991611790763807?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3292991611790763807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3292991611790763807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3292991611790763807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3292991611790763807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/hustlin-hustlineveryday-im-hustlin.html' title='&quot;Hustlin&apos;, Hustlin...Everyday I&apos;m Hustlin&apos;, Everyday I&apos;m Hustlin&apos;...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5096108777165791822</id><published>2008-01-23T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:47:56.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time Trials"</title><content type='html'>Why must it be so hard, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a nice lil squeeze to chill with, watch movies with and occasionally get my smooch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be appreciated damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all this love and attention to give and all these women are total Ice Princesses and shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, me and Miss Philadelphia did our thing on new years, but that seems to be the highlight of the damn relationship so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite giving me her old phone so we could talk more, we've been talking less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness some of it has been MY fault with the OT that came our way for a bit, but now she's busy on her end and is going thru some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sending her movies and TV Show download over the IM and thru the mail, but she's still a lil bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't blame her, but the thing is, I wanna chill with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me, she's not the extravagant type...we don't have to go somewhere all the time, we can jus chill.  But first I have to GET THERE to where's she's at and establish a routine passage.  I don't want her picking me up from Philly all the time, I have to get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that requires a Field Trip, reconnaissance, get to know her neck of the woods without it seemingly looking like I'm staking her.  I can't just show up at her house unannounced, BUT I have know how to get there so when I do tell her I'm coming, I don't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I'm planning to head down to South Jersey on my day off next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I didn't wait so long to do this, 3 weeks have gone by, and soon, it'll be a MONTH since "new years" (Friday and Saturday) and we'll try to touch base again, and once again, HER PERIOD will resurface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I could wait till the 2nd week of February and plan something, but then Valentine's Day rolls around the middle of the third week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so damn hard, and I don't know where her head is at in all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Philadelphia is a Strong WOMAN (unlike these GIRLS i've been dealing with), she's been one tough nut to crack, I can't get a read on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems perfect cuz she so nonchalant, but at the same time it's pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I don't stay in her head enough, she'll fuckin forget about me in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a forgetable person, I don't maintain a deep enough impression to stand out and be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make this work, the extended trip and effort is worth it.  Lord know these New York City chicks ain't gonna give me a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5096108777165791822?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5096108777165791822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5096108777165791822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5096108777165791822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5096108777165791822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-trials.html' title='&quot;Time Trials&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2807824813374714928</id><published>2008-01-22T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:12:34.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Killing Joke" aka "The day Laughter Died"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5bjlYcvadI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iuyET9qWwM8/s1600-h/heath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5bjlYcvadI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iuyET9qWwM8/s320/heath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158560654557145554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent all day today catching up on "The Wire" and cleaning up my hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Seasons 3 and 4 of DVD because the first few episodes of Season 5 have confused the shyt outta me.  (But damnit if this show ain't been so GOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cleaned up the hard drive, backing most of the downloads and media and erasing a whole lotta of unnecessary crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even deleted all those LOVELY pictures of VIX...finally.  (Rest assured THEM shyts got backed up, thou!).  I erased movies I burned on Rewritable DVD's only to download NEW movies and more TV Shows (Damn, I'm a DOWNLOADING FIEND!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to do a post on how to do this because it's becoming VERY VERY addicting.  You start to treat your PC like its Tivo and Download EVERY lil show you missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM came home at 5:30 and she told me about some rumors she heard in her office about&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger being dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Joker?!?!" I said, "No WAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to yahoo and confirmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about outta Left Field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was found dead in Soho at 3:30 in the morning.  Just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ONLY 28 years old.  That's younger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him from "The Patriot", and of course "Brokenback Mountain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was also gonna be the new JOKER in "The Dark Knight" with Christian Bale returning as BATMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough he finished the film...I wonder if it was his last role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a lotta fans didn't think he had the balls to OUT-Joker Jack Nicholson...someone had asked Director Christopher Nolan (Memento, The Prestige, Batman Begins) why Ledger got the role, in which he simply replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because he's Fearless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2807824813374714928?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2807824813374714928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2807824813374714928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2807824813374714928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2807824813374714928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/killing-joke-aka-day-laughter-died.html' title='&quot;The Killing Joke&quot; aka &quot;The day Laughter Died&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5bjlYcvadI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iuyET9qWwM8/s72-c/heath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4439055307223022219</id><published>2008-01-21T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:25:43.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lucky Number 7"</title><content type='html'>1) I was born with my mother's maiden name (Me being the bastard I am...), I plan to change it back at the appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't shave with a razor, only electric shavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There are moments where I cry for just no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sometimes I fantasize about being a Gigolo/Male Prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) As fucked up as my life is, I believe I'd be a good life coach for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have a subscription from the US Mint and have been collecting uncirculated State Quarters (I Lost Minnesota and Colorado during my move back in with my mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I sleep with a LOT of crap on my bed.  (Remotes, DVD Spools, mail, cups, bowls, plates, my keys, phone, pens, wallet, watch, etc...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4439055307223022219?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4439055307223022219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4439055307223022219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4439055307223022219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4439055307223022219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucky-number-7.html' title='&quot;Lucky Number 7&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4352153800849198484</id><published>2008-01-20T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T03:48:02.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Against ALL Odds"</title><content type='html'>Giants beat Green Bay in OT to go to the Super Bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cloverfield" earns 41 Million this weekend, breaking January Box Office records as well as setting a new 4 day total record for MLK weekend, rumors are already flying about a FRIKKIN SEQUEL to that Piece of SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft has abandoned all hope of Vista becoming the Second Coming of Windows and is planning to push up the expected NEXT OS from 2010 to this year called "Seven" or Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose to say things go as they are expected to these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the unexpected happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the underdog beats the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4352153800849198484?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4352153800849198484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4352153800849198484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4352153800849198484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4352153800849198484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/against-all-odds.html' title='&quot;Against ALL Odds&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-394928728236463993</id><published>2008-01-19T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:55:23.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whatta Rip-Off!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5Gp_bh-0jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9WyrHEUJ01A/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5Gp_bh-0jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9WyrHEUJ01A/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157089955503067698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MY GOD! 2008 is starting off on the expensive tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of EVERYTHING is going UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slice of pizza was on average 1.50 to 1.80 from Uptown to Midtown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're paying 2.00-2.25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy from a deli or newsstand use to 50 to 65 cents, TOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're paying 75 to at least 90 fricken cents! for TWIX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie, you're paying anything from 9 to 11 dollars, now it JUST went up to 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, after hype and marketing along with mystery, I decided to go see "Cloverfield" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie piqued my curiosity when I saw the trailer in front of "Transformers" last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a "Blair Witch" type account of New York City during a monster attack in the wake of a farewell party seemed interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was treated to shaky camera theatrics, unknown actors portraying lame characters you care nothing for, and a monster whose presence is NEVER explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for nothing, if "Blair Witch" didn't exist, and this was the first of its kind, it would have stood out.  But the films ENTIRE presentation reeks of it's predecessor, you jus sit in the theater when its over and want to demand your money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I heard about 10 people ACTUALLY say that as they filed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MOVIE STOLE time AWAY from me, time I could have used elsewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some BAD movies in my day, "Batman and Robin", "Highlander:Endgame", "Mystic River", etc, etc...but this goes in the history books and THE WORST movie, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is WHY I DOWNLOAD MOVIES from the internet, this reason, right here...and this is why I will CONTINUE to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think they can honesty charge 12 dollars for, for...that unspeakable piece of crap is offensive and insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel SO unclean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-394928728236463993?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/394928728236463993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=394928728236463993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/394928728236463993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/394928728236463993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/whatta-rip-off.html' title='&quot;Whatta Rip-Off!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R5Gp_bh-0jI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9WyrHEUJ01A/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1929585476523925511</id><published>2008-01-14T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:27:48.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Devine Intervention"</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE didn't want me to come down THIS weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, I didn't really wanna come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also didn't want to change anything SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to the Guy Upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I got a call from Delta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monday morning flight was CANCELED due to the impeding SNOWSTORM coming to the northeast.  The rescheduled me to a later flight that would have had me in Jacksonville at around 3:30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That was the LAST straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Delta, asked for a REFUND to my credit card rather than another ticket credit, canceled my motel reservation and then told JOE off over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done with HIM, Jacksonville, and his Namby-Pamby life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to work, where the OT offered was nothing compared to the TYPE of work that was being thrown to us!  It was SO horrible it turned me off any idea of staying extra late.  It started to RAIN at 8pm during lunch, and when I left at midnight, it turned into a LIGHT SNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come this morning, there was Jack SHIT on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said we were gonna get 6 inches or more...NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that effort in prevention, what a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it was jus not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is it, thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like friends from my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINO, TREVOR, OMAR &amp; TONYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NEVER talking to that moron again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting out an ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted: New BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For movies, playing video games, and fooling around with computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALE, Age 26-33, MUST live in the city and MUST NOT be MARRIED or with KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE PSP for applicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd join Big Brothers, Big Sisters, but I hate kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, LIFE SUCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1929585476523925511?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1929585476523925511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1929585476523925511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1929585476523925511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1929585476523925511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/devine-intervention.html' title='&quot;Devine Intervention&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-197869041841968813</id><published>2008-01-10T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:27:57.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're happy, I guess I'm Happy...'</title><content type='html'>My mother got her notice, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years of service, they're letting her go with a severance package and giving her the go-ahead to claim unemployment insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last day is the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been loathing every single day for the last 3 or 4 years and since they announced her company going up for sale, she's been waiting for her "Downsizing" with baited breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I feel terrible AND worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be supporting her by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 59 years old, she shouldn't be working now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be paying our rent on our own somehow and she should preparing for social security and retirement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says her package is nice due to her experience and the amount due to her from unemployment should be enough to still pay the rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so happy, she's making all these plans to get more involved (or should I say, "Butting In") Psycho-Lesbo Sis's crazy existence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to cry while on the phone with her on my break from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-197869041841968813?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/197869041841968813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=197869041841968813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/197869041841968813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/197869041841968813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-youre-happy-i-guess-im-happy.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;re happy, I guess I&apos;m Happy...&apos;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7117461578365729657</id><published>2008-01-08T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T04:04:58.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friends, what good are they for?"</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for Jacksonville, I've been speaking to JOE, my soon to be EX-Best Friend and things are just getting more and more of a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn fool can't the time off, so he intends to take a half-day monday, pick me up at the airport and spend the afternoon with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I'm on my own since him and wife work and the kids go to school, SO I'm checking into a hotel near the airport for the second night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lil punk-bastard SAID he'd have a guest room for me in his damn house (AWAY from those 3 wild and crazy children of his), but it'll be the sofa for me monday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatta ASS-WIPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW many times have I let this fool let me down?  HOW many times has he Flat-Left me somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was the last straw, after this...I'm cuttin' that moron outta my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I EVER get married, he ain't even gonna be an usher, let alone the best man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now, them brats will be grown and bad as hell and either his wife'll leave him or he'll leave her and I'll have nothing to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel situation has a silver lining within the clouds as things with "Kitty" seem to be looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Online Magazine debut was this month and she's trying to get some notoriety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R4XXo7h-0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4eDO8INwU0w/s1600-h/support_kitty_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R4XXo7h-0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4eDO8INwU0w/s320/support_kitty_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153762446770360866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being supportive that I am, Imma try to do my thing to get the word across so people can check her out and maybe she'll get famous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine is called Thick Klique you can check it out at &lt;A HREF="http://www.thickklique.com/"&gt;http://www.thickklique.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit nervous when it comes to "kitty", we've been talking a bit on the Yahoo IM and we plan to get together Tuesday for movie and maybe dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also agreed to spend the night at my hotel room...*GASP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my luck, thou...she'll probably be on HER period TOO next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7117461578365729657?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7117461578365729657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7117461578365729657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7117461578365729657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7117461578365729657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-what-good-are-they-for.html' title='&quot;Friends, what good are they for?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R4XXo7h-0iI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4eDO8INwU0w/s72-c/support_kitty_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6486898718208606862</id><published>2008-01-07T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:12:49.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a fuckin' race car In the Red...it's fuckin dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin' red, I can blow!"</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST spent this weekend working 25 HOURS, out of 48.  Normally, I'd only work 16, 2 days...8 hours each, getting PAID for 7, out of 48.  But this time I work TWENTY FIVE, thats more than HALF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after yet another DRY SPELL since the holidays (Thanksgiving AND Christmas) we get a job of 290 boxes from Pfizer that supposedly has to be done in 11 days.  Another "GREAT WALL OF CHINA" job, I call it...due to the fact the boxes are stacked and lined up down the middle of the room.  This time, they had to be stacked OUTSIDE the office against the wall in the hallway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, with the gun placed to our heads, OT was authorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work itself, is also difficult (As always), the work that always had to be done YESTERDAY is always the most taxing.  There are issues graphic and image quality-wise, everyone's a bit rusty due to the layover...AND, we've also become short on staff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's bailing out like an episode of "Prison Break", no one likes to be underpaid AND dealing with lack of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like what we once did before going to the "Production" side and helping the Copy Operators...The Copy Operators are coming over to our side to "help" and it's just making things worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the conflict in-between shifts, 1st Shift staying over into OUR shift and butting heads and Our Shift intermingling with 3rd Shift.  Let's just say we're not exactly the "Get Along Gang"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE OF THIS had driven me over the edge, thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to the OT, working 12-15 hours straight, coming home in the wee hours, just to sleep for 5 and go back to do it all again...THAT IS NOTHING NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S this gaddamn, fuckin MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra amount sitting my Checking Account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fuckin with my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have left it alone, I should have waited till the end of today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had almost accepted that it was HIS way of cutting me a break.  Some sort of KARMA for all I've been through.  Helping out others who in turn played with my emotions and treated me wrong.  Took advantage of my kindness, noticing how I'm the type of person who would JUST give a single to someone asking for change of a five to go to the vending machine.  Someone who would give his last piece of candy to someone, without thinking of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me really believed it was just a mistake and no one would notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I held SOME restraint and was able to compensate where needed be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking my account for yet the umpteenth time, at 1:30 I went down to staples and brought 250gb backup hard-drive for all the videos and music I've been downloading as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about around chirstmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have waited, I don't know WHAT I was thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within a HALF hour of coming home, I finally got a call from The CHIEF, they realized the mistake and plan to fix the account that was added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wanted to go right back to staples and return the damn thing...I was so stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little over a hundred dollars, so I decided to jus take a cash advance of 80 and put it in the account to hopefully cover the transaction in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it gets overdrawn and I face penalty bank fees, I'm really gonna let the job have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account isn't some damn Money Till that they can play with, what kind of professionalism is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault, I should of known better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy like me doesn't get any breaks in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so really stupid now, but I feel a lesser person would have took the money instantly and ran to Atlantic City or something...At least I waited a bit and only got that thing cuz it was such a nice day and I worked all that OT this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is really working on my nerves, my hands keep shaking every couple of hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking back to 2004 back up in Westchester working in the Enrollment Department for Health Insurance...when the job made me snap and I had the breakdown on the bus going home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not do well under extreme stress.  I guess I could never be an Air-Traffic Controller or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe work is interfering with my mental state like this, why can I have a simple normal life with a stable non-fluctuating career and no problems at home?  When did things get so FUCKING hard and out of control all of the sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gauges are at the max right now...I am in the Fuckin' Red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6486898718208606862?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6486898718208606862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6486898718208606862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6486898718208606862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6486898718208606862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-fuckin-race-car-in-redits-fuckin.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a fuckin&apos; race car In the Red...it&apos;s fuckin dangerous to have a race car in the fuckin&apos; red, I can blow!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1138233318592566687</id><published>2008-01-05T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:32:58.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"WWJD? - What would JET Do?"</title><content type='html'>If your job made a mistake and direct deposited over 500 dollars EXTRA in your account what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These clowns did this once before around Thanksgiving, but it was fixed that same day (They put in extra money and took it back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 24 Hours now, and I constantly keep checking my balance online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shytting Bricks here, MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take this as a sign from god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I consider this a test by the job and think it's a setup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I jus chill and wait a lil longer thinking they'll find out sooner or later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination has been fuckin with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fargo", "Hard Rain", "A Simple Plan", "No Country for Old Men"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want some crazy ass hit man with a limp coming after ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that money isn't outta my account by tuesday, I'm buying a Backup Hard-Drive and maybe an ipod finally, and jus SAVE the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some BULLShyt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1138233318592566687?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1138233318592566687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1138233318592566687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1138233318592566687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1138233318592566687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/wwjd-what-would-jet-do.html' title='&quot;WWJD? - What would JET Do?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8030105317314236572</id><published>2008-01-03T04:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:44:17.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Phil Jackson has a new Career!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R3yrW7h-0gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6Ogh8SsetDY/s1600-h/phil_jax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R3yrW7h-0gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6Ogh8SsetDY/s320/phil_jax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151180484230697474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Writers' Strike has been on for almost 2 months now.  With no end in sight, Late Night Talk Shows decided to get back on the job with their OWN material to keep the show rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Jay Leno and David Letterman took the stage for the first time tonight after weeks of reruns and special-themed "Classic" replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night seemed to go to Dave who was sporting a beard in his return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured guest Robin Williams teased Letterman calling everything from Robert E. Lee, a Rabbi and an Iraqi religious figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R3yt-rh-0hI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q_zYzl1SMso/s1600-h/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R3yt-rh-0hI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q_zYzl1SMso/s320/dave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151183366153753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honesty thought he looked like Lakers Coach PHIL JACKSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long he plans to keep that damn thing...and wonders if JAY might grow one too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8030105317314236572?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8030105317314236572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8030105317314236572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8030105317314236572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8030105317314236572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/phil-jackson-has-new-career.html' title='&quot;Phil Jackson has a new Career!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R3yrW7h-0gI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6Ogh8SsetDY/s72-c/phil_jax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-290283483076265442</id><published>2008-01-03T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:19:49.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"2008:A Jet Oddesey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sfcanada.ca/spring2001/monolith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.sfcanada.ca/spring2001/monolith.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I'm Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought he was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought he was through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end you knew better, Didn't YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Sorry folks It has BEEN SO long and I do apologize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still here...and so begins Season FOUR of "Wasting Time with JET".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we start the new year festivities I want to send a special Thank You to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRENE aka Anocsanamun, aka, the love of my life, aka, the one that got away for remembering me this past Christmas and giving me an Old Navy sweater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are chilly, here take my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is aching, I'll make it better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, now I have that song from Ingrid Michaelson in my head forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw "Sweetney Tood" that afternoon and then journey all the way to Queens to see her...and practically fell in love with her all over again (Biting my fist...)  She's happy now with someone else in her life, and I guess I can take consolation in that.  It was real nice that she thought of me, I hope to catch up on things by meeting her for lunch someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, with that said and done lets recap the last 48 hours shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed the New Year, far from home for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, I hopped on a Greyhound for 2 hours and stepped of in Downtown Philadelphia, the home of my beloved Eagles football team.  It was the first time I ever spent time in the "City of Brotherly Love" and I can say for sure, it's jus like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pre-arraigned holiday was planned alongside with meeting a certain special someone who I may have mentioned in the past.  (See, I can mention this escapade cuz it has already happened...it's in the past, it CAN'T BE JINXED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treked my way down ARCH street to Columbus Boulevard to find the Comfort Inn where I checked in for a 2 night stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was settled, I meet up with my dear female friend who I have come to nickname on this blog as MISS PHILADELPHIA (after that song by Musiq).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted her with a rose and a peck on the palm and we proceeded to drive to the movies down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw "National Treasure 2", it was very very good.  After the movie we ate a lil, drove around a bit, got lost, caught up in New Year Day celebration traffic then finally made it back to my motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, without divulging TOO much information...the two of us enjoyed each other's company throughout the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lotta sucking, panting, moaning, licking and grunting till the wee-hours of the morning before our body went limp and retired to our separate corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Day we slept most of the afternoon (For OBVIOUS reasons...), in mid naps we caught glimpses of the MUMMERS Parade, which was some local philly tradition dating back 100 years.  When the sun came down, we finally arisen and went to see "Aliens Vs. Predator:Requiem" the movie provided lots of scary moments much to my delight as Miss Philadelphia grabbed me in many places.  After the movie we drove around a bit again and then back to the motel room where we sorta spooned for a bit then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (Today) morning, we woke up early cuz Check out was at 11 and my Bus back home was at 12.  We looked at "Robin Hood:Prince of Thieves" on HBO, proceeded to take each others clothes off for some foreplay then took showers and left our room in a messy heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out and she drove me to the Bus Station, we said our goodbyes and I took the bus back to the city and proceeded my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got BRICK cold throughout the evening but I worked a full shift, came home at 1:30am and collapsed on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-All in was a hella experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the reality checks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MAY have been ill planned, she had JUS came back from a 6 day cruse along the Caribbean islands and was Very, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curveball #2...her period arrived.  PERFECT timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it everytime I plan a perfect romantic event it is ALWAYS eclipsed by, by...by that DAMN monthly biological occurance?!?!?!?!  ONCE every 30 freakin days why can't I beat those odds?!?!?...what the HELL!?!?!?...SO with that said, you can only DO so much...this was a formal introduction anyway, we had both agreed that sex was out of the question, but who's to say you can't fool around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, despite everything, she really wasn't in the best of moods, and I was very understanding.  We consummated the trip with a gift.  She had given me her old Cingular phone to reactivate into An AT&amp;T Go phone.  That way we could talk to each other free via Mobile-to-Mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship has potential, but it is not without flaws.  She lives in South Jersey, we agreed on Philly as a common ground and first meeting place but I'll be welcomed in her place hopefully come next time.  Second, difference in work schedules.  She has weekends off, I had Mondays &amp; Tuesdays...how can we make THAT work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a blur these past two days, I wanna say I'm optimistic about this relationship, but with my track record, I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes things MORE interesting is my Trip to see JOE down in Jacksonville in two weeks (14th) and the fact that my other, ahem friend, KITTY is down there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough information to set up a cliffhanger premise, tune in next following episodes to see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-290283483076265442?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/290283483076265442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=290283483076265442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/290283483076265442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/290283483076265442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008a-jet-oddesey.html' title='&quot;2008:A Jet Oddesey&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5398356704605530857</id><published>2007-12-24T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:38:21.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...The Batmobile Lost it's Wheels...and the Joker got Away."</title><content type='html'>Boy, I gotta tell ya...I am NOT a happy camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never was around christmas time, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know those people that work for the CIA that have to abandon their identities and forget about all their family and loved ones behind...or like those people who go into Witness Relocation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, How I ENVY them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that Grinch had it good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a cave all alone with no one to bother him, THAT is THE SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has to do with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been light again the last few weeks and I jus didn't have enough to go all out for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think I need to ONCE again consider finding somewhere else to go, and that really really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stay positive, 2008 might start out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the family, MOM finally dragged me kicking and screaming over to Psycho-Lesbo Sis's new place to see how she's living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still sharing her bed and her place with "Memphis Bleek" who now I am nicknaming "Easy-E" cuz she is looking like one of those N.W.A. dudes from Compton with the Raiders baseball cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their living situation is absurd.  BOTH have whinny young daughters around the same age and are practically ONE-Uping each other in spoiling them.  Sis buys this certain amount of gifts, Easy-E buys more...it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THESE KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby-Girl is becoming a BABY-BRAT!  Nothing more than a crybaby, going on TEN YEARS OLD!  Everything sets this child off like a proximity sensored explosive.  And Eazy-E's KID has definately got some ADD issues.  Those two are destined to be the ghetto hood-rat versions of "Thelma and Louise"...Laquasiha and Ajinay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy vey, never mind.  Now, before...Sis lived in a runned-down project four-story walk up near Co-Op city in Boondocks of the North Bronx...now, she's a bit closer, but in a High Rise Project building that's screaming to be featured on the 11 O'Clock News one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was smaller, but a bit more organized.  Before, her Kitchen blended in with the living room, this time she ACTUALLY has a separate Kitchen.  The living room has been cut in half with a set of bunk-beds for the girls and the mothers have a bedroom of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 20 stories in the air facing downtown so she has a nice view of the city skyline and can actually see the Empire State Building AND even OUR building near the GWB to the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered Pizza and watched a bootleg of "I Am Legend" that Sis brought.  I told her to stop spending money cause I could damn well download any movie possible these days, but she was lucky enough to had found a DVD Screener Copy that was nice a clear.  I guess Movie Piracy is stepping up a notch from those corny camcorder ripoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed till 9pm and left.  It was better to come Christmas Eve this year than deal with any Christmas Morning headaches and drama.  Now we have the actual DAY to ourselves to do what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to the Movies, jus like Thanksgiving.  I'll probably see "Sweetney Tood" and "National Treasure 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't be all "Good Will Towards Men" and all that crap this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be better next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5398356704605530857?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5398356704605530857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5398356704605530857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5398356704605530857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5398356704605530857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/batmobile-lost-its-wheelsand-joker-got.html' title='&quot;...The Batmobile Lost it&apos;s Wheels...and the Joker got Away.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5327486836253697756</id><published>2007-12-20T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T07:54:18.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Official...December is "Coming Out Month""</title><content type='html'>Ya'll remember &lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2005/10/whatcha-gonna-be-for-halloweenim-gonna.html"&gt;Two Years&lt;/A&gt; Ago when George Takei came out of the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to help his career a bit as he eventually got casted in the Hit TV Show "Heroes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYhoo, Gay Hollywood has once again blossomed into the news as of late with the outing of two female headliners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2pj6HrjKmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rWKsCgHOV5U/s1600-h/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2pj6HrjKmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rWKsCgHOV5U/s320/Queen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146035374369483362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Queen Latifah and her longtime girlfriend Jeanette are OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!!! The two women have been in a relationship for more than 4 years - and they’ve finally decided to make it official. And there’s more. MediaTakeOut.com can confirm that the two are planning on PUBLICLY coming out to the world about their engagement. Word is that once Queen Latifah’s finished promoting her current movie, The Perfect Holiday an announcement will be made. MediaTakeOut.com can’t reveal our source to this story, but we can tell you that we’re 100% sure on this one.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, Anyone who didn't see this one in the cards obviously never saw the movie "Set it Off".  Shyyyyyt, you can't play no Gun-Totin' Bull Dyke unless you IZ one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2plVXrjKnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yDpwElcBmSo/s1600-h/Jodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2plVXrjKnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yDpwElcBmSo/s320/Jodie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146036942032546418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Jodie Foster has reportedly acknowledged her partner, Cydney Bernard, of 14 years in a public when she won an award at a Women in Entertainment breakfast. Jodie has always remained private about her personal life and has always refused to discuss her sexuality, however, she finally came out and thanked her partner, calling her "my beautiful Cydney".&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, now THIS came outta left field!  Well, what the hell...I figured she had some wires crossed the minute she played that teenage hooker in "Taxi Driver"...More power to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5327486836253697756?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5327486836253697756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5327486836253697756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5327486836253697756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5327486836253697756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-officialdecember-is-coming-out.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Official...December is &quot;Coming Out Month&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2pj6HrjKmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rWKsCgHOV5U/s72-c/Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4235771504221196879</id><published>2007-12-19T03:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T04:26:22.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stuff against the Wall"</title><content type='html'>I think this is the VERY first time I didn't see an episode of "Survivor" this season.  OF course this MIGHT have to be due to the fact that I WORK at night when it is usually on, Glavin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who won, and if it was any good out there in China, was there any controversial moments, did anyone almost die, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO out of it with Reality TV in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Kim Kardashian?  and why does her last name remind me of those spoon-headed aliens from Deep Space Nine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2jZJ3rjKlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6DJu_ZZq4xM/s1600-h/Guldukat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2jZJ3rjKlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6DJu_ZZq4xM/s320/Guldukat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145601337859451474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell is Tia Tequila? and who the hell can trust a Bi-Sexual to be monogamous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the Hell does SNOOP DOGG have a reality show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Keisha Cole's family allow their Dirty Laundry to be plastered all over TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Hulk Hogan be the Next Bachelor since he's getting Divorced?  How weird would THAT reality show be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of Hogan, can you believe they're bringing back American Gladiators with HIM and Muhammad Ali's Daughter as Hosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard when LOST comes back, it's moving to Thurdsays at 9pm against my CSI...FUCK!!!!  Why the hell would they do THAT!?!?!  First they moved it to 10pm on Wednesday and I kept falling asleep missing episodes NOW its replacing Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Speaking of which, the HELL's been goin on OVER THERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Callie the Chief Resident, now? and Meredith's Half Sister a intern now? and George got sorta Left Back while the others moved up in the ranks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of JOE SCHMO "WHAT IS GOING ON, HERE?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHAT is up with late night television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Chappelle's Show on late nights on the CW?...and what's Taxicab Confessions doing on BRAVO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between downloading crazy amounts of movies as WELL as music now online, watching TV, dealing with lack of work, and Christmas shopping all while falling for Ms. Philadelphia who's already picking out Promise Rings and shyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE is SPINNING out of CONTROL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm lying here watching "West Side Story" on AMC at 4 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded "Shoot 'em Up", and "Saw 4" and I'm sending Ms. Philadelphia "3:10 To Yuma" slowly over Yahoo IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the middle of a VERY dry spell that has me working as a Copy Operator in "Production" rather than Scanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of Ups and Downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the Eagles beat the Cowboys this past SUNDAY!!!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sign me up for the Looney Bin, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4235771504221196879?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4235771504221196879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4235771504221196879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4235771504221196879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4235771504221196879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuff-against-wall.html' title='&quot;Stuff against the Wall&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R2jZJ3rjKlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6DJu_ZZq4xM/s72-c/Guldukat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1743071287658800186</id><published>2007-12-17T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T03:00:10.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Never underestimate the power of Will Smith!"</title><content type='html'>"I AM LEGEND" earns 75 frinking Million, Bjillion, Swmillion, shama-lama-ding dong Dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, it's worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it Saturday Afternoon before work.  It was kinda slow at first and the Back-and-Forth Flashbacks as Robert Neville dreams was very similar to "I, Robot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, without giving TOO much away the story's very close to the other incarnations of the past..."The Omega Man" and "Last Man on Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Thompson has a cameo in the beginning as the doctor that "Cured Cancer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Leave it to a woman to be the end of Mankind as we know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Years later, Will Smith's the lone survivor driving around a VERY deserted Manhattan Island hunting deers for sport.  He runs around during the day, but at NIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets jus say...the FREAKS come out at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie kicks ass, Smith deserves an Oscar nod for his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Displaying the insanity of isolation ala Tom Hanks in "Cast Away", he talks to his only companion (His dog Samantha) and has placed mannequins all around the city talking to them like everyday people as he makes his routine rounds (Renting Videos, playing Golf off a Aircraft Carrier, etc, etc...).  As he battles dementia he also deals with the failures of trying to find a cure to the virus that taken over the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by "Constantine"'s Francis Lawrence the vast shots of the empty New York are stunning.  They're even sight gags planted for possible future movies like a "Batman/Superman" crossover or a Teen Titans Live Action Movie.  Other gems of the potential future include Shaq retiring from the NBA in 2010 and Katie Couric returning to the Today Show(?) (Maybe they didn't know she was gonna leave to CBS, but seeing her on the Today Show of the future was hysterical!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has it's deep moments as Flashbacks show Smith's tearful farewell with his wife and daughter (Once again played by his REAL LIFE daughter) as they evacuated the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were gripes about deviations from the novel and rumors that the ending was reshot, but overall its was nice of hollywood go out on a limb and not recycle the typical cookie-cutter action hero cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it 3 outta 4 stars...if Will Smith keeps saving the world, everything will be all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1743071287658800186?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1743071287658800186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1743071287658800186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1743071287658800186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1743071287658800186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/never-underestimate-power-of-will-smith.html' title='&quot;Never underestimate the power of Will Smith!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8463096218326707680</id><published>2007-12-12T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:38:58.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cuz everytime a girlfriend and I break up, My world is crushed and I'm all alone, The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I'm back!"</title><content type='html'>SOMEthing is seriously wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that cool ass new movie about Bob Dylan be portrayed by 5 or more different actors (Including Cate Blanchet!) "I'm not Here" would be the perfect title of a movie about ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM not HERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT Legend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally losing my sanity and a slow pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming UNHINGED like that version of Trivia Pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of the last 3 days I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gone on a date at a comedy show with one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fallen for another in which said plans are drawn for X-mas and New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And lost touch with another potential friend only to have communications recover slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO feeling like John Cusack in "High Fidelity" right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ONCE again, I am breaking my cardinal rule about ADDRESSING IT ON THE DAMN BLOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to go to therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even going to do a temporary post recalling all the past disasters JUST THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Leeloo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Vix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these Last three ya'll don't know about, THAT'S RIGHT I said THREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame FullFiggas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That site has corrupted me with its poison like "Venom" from Spider-Man 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true, life-embracing Red &amp; Blue Blooded, Eyes-wide-open Optimistic has now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become the Dark, Repeatedly Heartbroken, Self-Loathing, empty husk of a corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brake cables have been cut, I'm lost all control, now...it's only a matter of time before I hit the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8463096218326707680?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8463096218326707680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8463096218326707680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8463096218326707680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8463096218326707680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/cuz-everytime-girlfriend-and-i-break-up.html' title='&quot;Cuz everytime a girlfriend and I break up, My world is crushed and I&apos;m all alone, The love bug crawls right back up and bites me and I&apos;m back!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-332112359483930556</id><published>2007-12-04T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:27:11.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Advances in Technology...as well as Setbacks."</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been doin any personal updates lately, Life's been crazy, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's whole Quest-for-HDTV has cascaded into this Big THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone clued her in that HDTV is pointless (unless you play nothing but HD-DVD's) WITHOUT Digital Cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, it was time to step into the future. (YAY!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for this moment for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing statically, illegal, sound drowned out channels for 5 years...watching each and everyone slowly disappear and yearning for others I've only HEARD of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV-One, the Black Sitcom channel&lt;br /&gt;MTV2&lt;br /&gt;Boomerang&lt;br /&gt;Toon Disney&lt;br /&gt;Fuse&lt;br /&gt;G4, the Gaming Network&lt;br /&gt;GSN, damnit GEE-SSS-NNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today we had Old Man Time Warner hook us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange, my monthly contribution to the rent will decrease slightly to compensate for the skyrocketing Cable/Broadband Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, experiencing all those channels for the first time was awe inspiring.  If I didn't go out before, I damn sure won't be now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quest for more music storage has hit a wall.  I had brought a couple of 4GB SD cards for my MP3 player in hopes to hold more music.  Unfortunately the cards were incompatible.  My Panasonic Jukebox program can only put music on SD cards formated in FAT and apparently the highest memory card that can be formated that way is 2GBs.  I've been investigating this a bit, trying to get in touch with Panasonic.  They claim their player can use cards 4GB, 8GB and even 16.  There was even a website that chat had the &lt;A HREF="http://www.memorysuppliers.com/securedigital.html"&gt;Full Compatibility List&lt;/A&gt; for all SD Card Devices from Cameras, Camcorders to MP3 players.  My Panasonic SV-SD85 SHOULD be work with bigger cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the SDHC Bullcrap now this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing more research trying to find another MP3 Player with an Expansion Slot for Cards 4GB or Higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one seems to be &lt;A HREF="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Alba-MP34GD11BLK-Player-memory-Card/dp/B000S6IEUY/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&amp;s=electronics&amp;qid=1196574249&amp;sr=1-13"&gt;This Alba Player&lt;/A&gt; overseas in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have FOUND the MOTHERLODE of movie and software downloads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This countdown site called &lt;A HREF="http://www.top100bloggers.com/"&gt;http://www.top100bloggers.com/&lt;/A&gt; lists the hottest blogs out there where you can download music, movies and software!  I used the last few days of my expiring rapidshare account to get DVD quality ripped movie files of the Late Summer/Early Fall blockbusters.  The Bourne Ultimatum, The Simpsons Movie, Balls of Fury, 30 Days of Night, and Resident Evil:Extinction.  I've even picked up a few software programs to tweak up ol' XP including a Vista Package to make XP "LOOK" like the new Vista (Put thankfully not perform like it!) and a cool PS2 playing program that allows me to play PS2 discs in the PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend checking out the list daily as a good source of the latest and greatest exclusive downloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now, work's been cool, still doing my thing of FF and gettin my freak on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-332112359483930556?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/332112359483930556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=332112359483930556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/332112359483930556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/332112359483930556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/advances-in-technologyas-well-as.html' title='&quot;Advances in Technology...as well as Setbacks.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8214709722969591186</id><published>2007-12-03T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:49:15.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"More pictures...Times Square @ Midnight"</title><content type='html'>More pictures...New York at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S_EM90V_I/AAAAAAAAANo/5LLjdxJXR5o/s1600-R/PDR_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S_EM90V_I/AAAAAAAAANo/zbPXzH4MCxM/s320/PDR_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139943153657468914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S-4M90V-I/AAAAAAAAANg/QCaaISLaXd4/s1600-R/PDR_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S-4M90V-I/AAAAAAAAANg/D2V4pAiWAkU/s320/PDR_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139942947499038690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S-oc90V9I/AAAAAAAAANY/fowynuhfB_A/s1600-R/PDR_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S-oc90V9I/AAAAAAAAANY/5JsR6VGqaFU/s320/PDR_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139942676916099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S9kM90V8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/nrOY_hpSia8/s1600-R/PDR_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S9kM90V8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AMBFZZUMV7g/s320/PDR_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139941504390027202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S81890V7I/AAAAAAAAANI/1FA5-dqY80g/s1600-R/PDR_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S81890V7I/AAAAAAAAANI/fEcQ9mDru0g/s320/PDR_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940709821077426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S8hs90V6I/AAAAAAAAANA/f22vYIiTDiI/s1600-R/PDR_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S8hs90V6I/AAAAAAAAANA/ggjXySDKkTo/s320/PDR_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139940361928726434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S7u890V5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/VDj4B5NHsvw/s1600-R/PDR_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S7u890V5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Lu0_bj8r6GM/s320/PDR_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139939490050365330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S7XM90V4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/kserMjtwDmM/s1600-R/PDR_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S7XM90V4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/XcO_MsRyakc/s320/PDR_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139939082028472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8214709722969591186?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8214709722969591186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8214709722969591186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8214709722969591186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8214709722969591186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-picturestimes-square-midnight.html' title='&quot;More pictures...Times Square @ Midnight&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R1S_EM90V_I/AAAAAAAAANo/zbPXzH4MCxM/s72-c/PDR_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3850522023494658466</id><published>2007-11-27T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:39:14.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Confessions of a Cam Whore pt 2"</title><content type='html'>Yep he's at it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wHa91FGMI/AAAAAAAAALw/dTIm0wLhN38/s1600-h/PDR_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wHa91FGMI/AAAAAAAAALw/dTIm0wLhN38/s320/PDR_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137489434778081474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wHnd1FGNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/S5fD6fQMBHg/s1600-h/PDR_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wHnd1FGNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/S5fD6fQMBHg/s320/PDR_0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137489649526446290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wH-d1FGOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2BXtS5ZTiS0/s1600-h/PDR_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wH-d1FGOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2BXtS5ZTiS0/s320/PDR_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490044663437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIPt1FGPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mk9_eXT5IHg/s1600-h/PDR_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIPt1FGPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mk9_eXT5IHg/s320/PDR_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490341016180978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIct1FGQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q5cudkLPyWA/s1600-h/PDR_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIct1FGQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q5cudkLPyWA/s320/PDR_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490564354480386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIlN1FGRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IXlNo3PNQSY/s1600-h/PDR_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIlN1FGRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IXlNo3PNQSY/s320/PDR_0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490710383368466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIqd1FGSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FPeOqZ5-fP8/s1600-h/PDR_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIqd1FGSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FPeOqZ5-fP8/s320/PDR_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490800577681698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIvt1FGTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ev_4wa5s_aQ/s1600-h/PDR_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wIvt1FGTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ev_4wa5s_aQ/s320/PDR_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137490890771994930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was That over the Top?...I can never tell?" Jim Carrey (The Riddler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3850522023494658466?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3850522023494658466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3850522023494658466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3850522023494658466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3850522023494658466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/confessions-of-cam-whore-pt-2.html' title='&quot;Confessions of a Cam Whore pt 2&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0wHa91FGMI/AAAAAAAAALw/dTIm0wLhN38/s72-c/PDR_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4697005178114861134</id><published>2007-11-25T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:09:00.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alternate Post Title:&quot;Cats Don&apos;t Dance...&quot;'/><title type='text'>"Party like a Rockstar..."</title><content type='html'>I got five hours of sleep and apparently it's good enough for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST night at REMIX, I was a bit more sociable that the previous time.  There were fellow FF members from Cali that were in town, and one even from Ohio.  The place with insane with people thou, I did all I could to try and find a stool at the bar but it wasn't happening.  I had to keep moving all around in hopes of not being in the way of someone trying to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local member that I have been chatting with also showed up and sought me out.  We chatted on occasion and were getting friendly.  She's a stand up comedian who performs in clubs all over the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally met in Remix we stood together the entire time I was there.  We tried conversing but he music was blasting.  She pressured me real hard to the dance floor where I tried to actually step lively without embarrassing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time and I mentioned wanting to see one of her shows sometime.  At 3:45am I said my goodbyes and worked my way to the exit, where one last member recognized me and said Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post any pics that I took because they were of other members and I wasn't in any of them...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did take one in the train station while on my way home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ukNt1FGLI/AAAAAAAAALo/CBk_xbuSeuY/s1600-h/PDR_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ukNt1FGLI/AAAAAAAAALo/CBk_xbuSeuY/s320/PDR_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137380355493664946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the "Beef and Broccoli" (Brown &amp; Green) think workin' for me and the Turtleneck was very smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is crowded to really enjoy yourself thou, I have ridden subway cars packed with fans going to Yankee Stadium that were more pleasant than maneuvering thru a club for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I only do this once a month, I might take a break in December, thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really expecting much work later on this afternoon, cuz of the holiday things are a bit slow again.  I'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4697005178114861134?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4697005178114861134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4697005178114861134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4697005178114861134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4697005178114861134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/party-like-rockstar.html' title='&quot;Party like a Rockstar...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ukNt1FGLI/AAAAAAAAALo/CBk_xbuSeuY/s72-c/PDR_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1229286667955782420</id><published>2007-11-24T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T13:36:30.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A night at the REMIX Pt. 2:Electric Boogaloo"</title><content type='html'>Goin' to REMIX tonight for another BBT Party to meet more peeps from FullFiggas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a VERY bad sore throat and I sound like Don Corleone from "The Godfather".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wolverine Healing Factor is in Full Effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even called out sick from work (Due to lack of work anyway, yesterday I came back from the holiday jus to work on the PRODUCTION side paper pushing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if tonight goes better than last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least I won't have VIX to wallow over this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1229286667955782420?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1229286667955782420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1229286667955782420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1229286667955782420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1229286667955782420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-at-remix-pt-2electric-boogaloo.html' title='&quot;A night at the REMIX Pt. 2:Electric Boogaloo&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5300788125603628361</id><published>2007-11-23T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T03:32:24.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thanksgiving Double-Feature!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ZyON1FGJI/AAAAAAAAALY/6WmY4_M6xKc/s1600-h/beowulf_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ZyON1FGJI/AAAAAAAAALY/6WmY4_M6xKc/s320/beowulf_ver5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135918013618657426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ZyHN1FGII/AAAAAAAAALQ/KlPQxZptXRw/s1600-h/hitman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ZyHN1FGII/AAAAAAAAALQ/KlPQxZptXRw/s320/hitman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135917893359573122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Psycho-Lesbo Sis jus moving in her new place there was no way in hell I was going over for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go to the Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw SAW 4 or 30 Days of Night, and Gone Baby Gone was the last thing I did see in a theater (No, I didn't see "American Gangster" either, if that makes me a sellout, ya'll can jus kiss my ass!).  I was waiting for "Hitman" for awhile cuz I used to play the PS2 Game (It's SOOOO gaddamn hard thou!), I caught the 12:45pm show after watching the Parade on TV during the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Once, the weather was actually nice on Thanksgiving...it was a beautiful sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda tired from working and staying up last night so if the movie turned out to be slow, I was in for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hitman" unfortunately, WAS slow, VERY slow.  Confusing story, not enough action (The best scene was the four-man swordfight in the train car you sorta see in the commercial.  It was weird seeing LOST's "Desmond" away from the island, he had a bit part but it almost made me miss the show a lil (Think I'll relook at seasons 1 &amp; 2 this weekend...).  The guy from "Deadwood" also looked weird with a shaved head but he was true to the part.  He didn't SOUND like the video game character cuz I think the assassin he played was supposed to be much older.  They really should had done everything they could to keep Vin Diesel or talk Jason Statham for the role (I heard Jason denied it in fear of typecasting), ironically enough, Diesel still got a Producer credit at the end...I was like WTF?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended at 2:15-2:20 and across the way there was a 3pm showing of "Beowulf".  Considering I put 12.50 on my credit card via Fandango, I think I was entitled to sneak in another pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go into Beowulf, the trailers I saw were kinda cool.  In February, Hayden Christensen tries to get out of "Vader"'s shadow by playing a teleporter in a Highlander-rip off called "Jumper".  Anakin's met his match played by a silver-haired Samuel L. Jackson hunting these "Jumpers" for sport (I think...).  The whole thing Reeks of "Heroes" &amp; "X-Men" with the special effects, all these guys look like fake-ass Nightcrawlers swishing around and going over great distances like Hiro Nakamura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's "Wanted"...Damn, assassins must be the new thing this year, but then again, they've been around since La Femme Nikita, Point of no Return, and The Long Kiss Goodnight and lets not forget The Bourne Movies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith...yadda yadda yadda...and speaking of Mrs. Smith...Angelina's playing with guns again!  This time she's recruiting young...High School young!  Morgan Freeman and Common (Yeah, the rapper...) show some kid (WHERE did they find this dude and WHUT is his name?!?!) how to do what his dear ol' recently departed daddy did (Lots of 'D's there...).  The movie seems filled with crazy ass stunts that John Travolta wish'd he did in "Swordfish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the infamous "1-18-08" movie from the Transformers Summer spectacular.  It officially have a name now (As if it didn't have it already), "Cloverleaf"...apparently the name comes from the army's new designation on what was once Central Park in the aftermath of the complete destruction of New York City by SOMEthing!  Yeah, the Statue of Liberty gets beheaded, yeah everyone's turning into a video taping tourist all of the sudden, and NO you STILL don't see WHAT the hell the damn thing IS!  For all this mystery, it better be damn well COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Okay, 2008 is looking like its gonna kick ass, got the memo!...let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beowulf", okay...all I can say is..."Ehhhhhh!"  It was i-ight, jus nothing to write home about.  First off, the CGI technology.  I never saw "The Polar Express" so this unique style of animation was alien to me.  Damn, 2 weeks ago I could have SWORN this was Live Action and Beowulf was played by Sean Bean!  Why did they decide to go this route?  Cheaper?, Cost-Effectively?, Didn't think the make-up would be right to age everyone 50 years later on?...C'moooon!!!  Hollywood's jus getting frickin' LAZY!  Actors are getting old, and these up and comers of Young Hollywood SUCK!  So everything's being done on a laptop...Hell with THAT!  Is this is what's to become 50 or 60 years from now?  Will Cinema go out the way of Radio Theater?  Will we settle for Life-like, tricks of light to replace the flesh and blood thespian?....HMMMMM, Could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN all honesty, this cutting edge animation felt no different from "Shrek", jus a lil less cartooney, but animated jus the same.  They try to sell the seriousness of the movie by making it a bit more violent and throwing in some adult slight gags and occasional rear nudity.  There's even some "Austin Powers"/"Eyes Wide Shut" item placement or scene hiding so you don't have to be grossed out by CGI gonads (Rumors are there will be an unedited version released on DVD for Artistic Integrity purposes only...Riiiiiight.).  But HEY, don't forget...Angelina Jolie's in this TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's RIGHT!  Fanboys 14 and under will be DROOLING (As Beowulf did) when they first lay eyes on Grendal's Mother! ("Grendal's MOM...Has got it going ON!"...don't laugh cuz I know that white song!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged a pic jus to enhance the memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0aH791FGKI/AAAAAAAAALg/Mqy_ATagAtI/s1600-h/jolie_fresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0aH791FGKI/AAAAAAAAALg/Mqy_ATagAtI/s320/jolie_fresh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135941889341855906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUBBA HUBBA HUBBA!, she all covered with gold and shiny like an OSCAR!...YOUZA!  True you don't see Nipples or a Camel Toe, but it really leaves little to your imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pardon me a moment while I pick up my tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storywise, the movie ROCKS!  Finally! A period warrior tale with a message.  Taken from the ye olde Poem that gave nightmares to those who studied it in English Literature class.   The story on how Power, Lust and Pride can corrupt noble men who stretch the truth too much is something to be admired.  They changed things up a bit for Hollywood standards but came away with clean hands on a screenplay that collage professors won't bitch about (Or will they?).  I kinda slipped in and out of this one due to my weariness (I gotta stop staying up late!) but enjoyed most of it more than "Hitman".  I'm sure the movie even Kicks ass in 3D, but I ain't willing to pay 15 to 17 dollars to try and find out in an IMAX theater.  There were nice extra touches here and there, Grendal and his Mother speaking Old English and a couple of sexual innuendos that might go over the kids but make you take a second glance (The way Grendal's Mother strokes Beowulf's sword as he points it to her...OOOORRR maybe I was seeing to hard into things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo...the movie ended at 5pm, and I came out to some light drizzle in the dark afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the house when I got home around 6pm, MOM was not really enjoying herself at Psycho-Lesbo Sis's new place with very little furniture, no hospitality and TOO many strangers coming and going (Happens every YEAR!  That's why I stopped!)  Sis also tried to show-up me by giving MOM a new set of pots for her birthday, it was so huge she had to take a cab home! (Real smart, SIS!).  Presents are always a disaster with me, so I jus decided to buy her that new Joel Osteen book she's been gushing about.  She never even started reading the library copy I got her Monday...It'll probably take her 2 years to read it like the first one he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes another TURKEY day for this year...now we just gotta get Christmas outta the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya'll had a better one than mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5300788125603628361?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5300788125603628361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5300788125603628361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5300788125603628361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5300788125603628361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-double-feature.html' title='&quot;Thanksgiving Double-Feature!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R0ZyON1FGJI/AAAAAAAAALY/6WmY4_M6xKc/s72-c/beowulf_ver5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6489125559148946732</id><published>2007-11-21T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:50:21.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Latest Guilty Pleasure..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9397/dsm31hq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9397/dsm31hq8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A long, long time ago...there was this show called "Pasadena", Staring Dana Delaney.  It was about this privileged family of socialites living in Southern California when one day a murder and the cover up sends the daughter on a journey that ends up revealing the family's DEEP, DARK secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters were so unique and soap opera-ish, you jus HAD to eat it all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother fantasizing about having an affair with a Mall Security guard, the Black Sheep of a brother-in-law stealing jewelry for some sorta addiction (can't remember if it was gambling or drugs...), the storylines were a nice change from the cheerful and bright crap that was on TV at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the show lasted a short 13 episode season and faded into obscurity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other attempts later, "The O.C.", "Skin", "Veronica Mars", yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now a NEW show has recycled the formula and tugged at those early memories once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I hope the show doesn't get the ax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard the title for "Dirty Sexy Money", I thought "More Glamor Pop crap" with boring storylines and pitiful character being portrayed by movie stars that had no business on TV (There's only enough room for ONE Sutherland in prime time television!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUT...a month ago while things were light at the job, I came home early one Wednesday and caught the 3rd or 4th episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise seem interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idealistic young successful corporate attorney (Played by that dude from "Six Feet Under", Guess both brothers went on to better shows considering the other one is a CSI/Serial Killer in Miami now...) Finds out his father pulled a "JFK Jr." (I know I'm wrong for the reference, but it fits.) and takes over the family business of handling the affairs of New York City royalty (Think Donald Trump but older and with more kids...) all while solving the mystery of his father's..."Death/Murder(?)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five children, spanning all kinds of Social Circles, all with interesting quirks...you just can't get them out of your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The District Attorney - Running for Senate, he seems like the prodigal son, but he has a skeleton in the "closet"...an extra-martial affair with a woman...WHO USED TO BE A MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Daddy's Lil' Girl - The spoiled brat who spends money and gets married as the seasons change, Liz Taylor got nothing on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The 'God' Son - A priest who married a chinese woman who had 2 children of her own, then finds out he has a son of his own out of wedlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Mischievous Twins - Think Paris Hilton and Prince Harry, twice the celebrity, twice the trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the kids weren't problems enough, turns out the mother of the family had an affair with said family lawyer/dear ol' dad...and MAY have fathered one or more of the five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda gives some incentive for the Husband to bump off the guy and make it "look" like an accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you work for someone who possibly killed your father and with a family where one of the kids could be your very own HALF brother or HALF sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the Spoiled Princess's feelings for the guy (They had a history way back when...) who also has a wife and daughter and you got yourself a Love Triangle/Murder Mystery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tip of the iceberg, ya got Blair Underwood (of all people) casted as a mysterious villain/ally(?) walking in and out of the shadows like The Cigarette Smoking man in "The X-Files".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS show has promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gimmicky Flashbacks (Sorry LOST, I don't mean it like that...), no Super Powers (Ditto for HEROES ya know I still loves ya!), no Hour-by-Hour, but a continuing storyline nonetheless, and with the backdrop New York City (Instead of Cali)...the show is something I can fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast is great, Donald Sutherland, William Baldwin (A Baldwin on TV??!?!?!), Underwood...all keep my VCR busy while I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's jus something about seeing RICH WHITE people with Dysfunctional lives that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the same thing with watching people getting parking tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this show for anyone who stays up late...come to think of it, the show does come on in LOST's old time slot, Wednesdays at 10pm....hmmmm, wonder what they plan to do about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6489125559148946732?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6489125559148946732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6489125559148946732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6489125559148946732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6489125559148946732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/latest-guilty-pleasure.html' title='&quot;The Latest Guilty Pleasure...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-421712428823661905</id><published>2007-11-20T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:18:39.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Da ROC BOYZ in the Building Tonight!!!..."</title><content type='html'>...This is black Super Hero music right here baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Gangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking flight, Coming to a town near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I touch down I want you to start the horns like...&lt;br /&gt;(Trumpet sounds in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hovie's home...Lukie baby, Hahahahaha...owwwww!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's RIGHT! After a bit of a hiatus, I HAVE RETURNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM PISSED OFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM dragged me across 3 damn electronic stores looking for an HDTV and I missed last night's episode of "HEROES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lemme start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with an unexpected treat...SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first SNOW of the winter, Yaaaaaaaayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, It was only Eye Candy snow, none of it was stickin' to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It eventually stopped and I went out to the Library at 12 noon to pick up a book I had on hold, Walter Mosley's "Blond Faith".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been speculation that the book was the final entry into the infamous "Easy Rawlins Mysteries" that have spanned over 10 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those who read the last page before starting the book and it leaves things pretty open for debate.  Sorta like Sherlock Holmes in "The Final Problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, looking around, I was also lucky to find a copy of Joel Osteen's new self help book that I planned to buy for MOM on her Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the library, I went to Radio Shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of searching thru craigslist, I finally gave up on the ipod search.  I had heard too many bad things from reviews on amazon.  I decided to stay with my 'Powermaster SD-Card Player' and get more bigger cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a new format of cards becoming popular, SDHC cards, which promise faster transfers for cameras and audio players BUT only worked on certain types of High Tech doohickeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to test out if my player was one of those and brought a 4GB SDHC card along with 2 regular 2GB SD Cards.  Around 6 months ago, a 2GB Card set you back 60 dollars, now there were only 24.99.  The SDHC's have emerged and a 4GB was 44.99.  I was told to open it carefully and if it didn't work, I could bring it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home around 12:45 and tried the 4GB card on my player...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DIDN'T FREAKIN work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my coat on, packed the card back in and went back, exchanged it for a 3rd 2GB card and got the difference in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I can only use the regular SD cards out there (Which go up to 16GB, I heard) and finding any big ones were gonna be tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm, MOM called from work and said she wanted to try and get her DREAM HDTV tonight instead of Thanksgiving Day as originally planned.  She figured none of the stores would be open and she was probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needed me and my technical savvy but I was only off Monday and Tuesday so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our way downtown to 86th and the East Side around 6:30pm.  I told her I really wanted to be back in time for "Heroes" at 9, but I knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride too forever, we got down to 86th street at around 8.  Mom said if we found a TV we'd take a cab back, which would have been cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past Best Buy on Lexington and went to Circuit City on 3rd Avenue first.  The minute we went to the HDTV section, mom was overwhelmed.  She has a RCA 25in TV now in her room, and she couldn't believe the sizes of the 32's.  She had no intention of hanging it on a wall mount and she was afraid of our dear, clumsy boo-boo (BABY GIRL) tipping the damn thing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compared picture quality and prices of a few sets.  I had printed out the comment I received from a reader on my last entry and valued his advice.  MOM almost consider a set by POLAROID (of all people) that was going for 649.99.  I had to explain the history of HD to her and the difference between 720p and 1080p, the importance of contrast ratio (1200:1, 3200:1, 7000:1...etc, etc...) but I might as well been speaking in Klingon cuz she had no clue what I was talking about.  We weighed out some Panasonic verses Samsung models but nothing stood out that grabbed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then trekked over PC Richard's and Son for a moment.  All their TV's we mounted on walls and that threw mom off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They all come with bases, MOM...the store jus hangs them up!" I explained, she didn't get it so we walked right out.  It was 8:30 by the time we walked into Best Buy and I knew I was gonna miss "HEROES" and we probably wasn't going to buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's jus not ready.  A 32 inch would take up her corner a bit too much, it's going near her closet which she'll be in and out of all the time (Along with miss Boo-Boo) and she would basically have to rearrange her whole room.  We had hour heart set on a nice Sharp model, but changed our minds at the last minute.  It's all too much.  We're used to paying 250-300 dollars at most for a Television.  To invest so much when we don't even HAVE digital cable to begin with (Thou I heard you can catch basic HDTV signals for the regular Big Five networks, ABC, NBC, CBS, FOX and CW?), it just doesn't seem worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at 10 on the dot, which means I didn't even see a teaser for NEXT week's episode...I was SOOOO pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could have done this ANY other night I would be home but monday (which I guess only leaves Tuesday)...She told me she'll go back and find one on her own now that she knows what to look for (Rolling my Eyes), I scoffed it off and figured she'll chicken out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least, she didn't settle for some Piece of Crap she saw in Wal-Mart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at "CSI:Miami" and figured I could catch "Heroes" online eventually then chatted with my new "Work-in-Progress" fill around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the morning, I did some "Neo"-type hacking investigating how to update my SD-Player's Software program "SD-Jukebox Version 4.0L10" I found an upgrade file that couldn't find proof the original version was on my PC.  I was exploring Panasonic's Japanese site and jus downloading other crap to see if I could get it to work.  Jus something to pre-occupy my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm back, baybee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan on getting a Suit Jacket to wear with a Turtleneck this saturday at a FullFiggas Party in Club Remix.  Yeah, I'm goin back for the heck of it.  I also plan to visit the Delta Ticket office near my job and arrange a flight to Jacksonville to see JOE next year.  It's kinda cloudy this morning, but imma still do my running around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I got more pictures coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-421712428823661905?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/421712428823661905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=421712428823661905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/421712428823661905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/421712428823661905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-roc-boyz-in-building-tonight.html' title='&quot;Da ROC BOYZ in the Building Tonight!!!...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2420021354250497127</id><published>2007-11-19T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:30:15.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kick in the Keister"</title><content type='html'>"Pssst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PSSST!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?, er, um, Ah, Waah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya gotta update the BLOG, man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE BLOG!, Ya remember? The Show must go on, Man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, jus because the Writers are on Strike and the Stagehands on Broadway are too...don't mean YOU gotta sit back and Phone it In on here with flashy picture posts and what not...C'mon man!  What happened to the opinions!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The Movie reviews..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The TV Show and Music interests and observations!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scoffs* Haaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have an obligation to your readers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, stop wallowing in your sorrows about your Love Life and get back out there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Groan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell 'em how your into the newest shows this fall like "Dirty, Sexy, Money" and "Woman's Murder Club" and "Moonlight"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell 'em how FUNNY "Weeds" has been and you're sad to see the season end in another cliffhanger this week..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell 'em how you've already made a new cyber-nookie friend you plan on seeing pretty soon when you visit JOE in Jacksonville..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell them out there how this OT you've been doin has got you Big Pimpin and considering getting a wack-ass ipod or sidekick for all your troubles..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tell them how you feel you're ACTUALLY losing weight due to this lifestyle change of eating Yogurt and Drinking Water the past 30 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, YEAH!!!, YEEEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now get out there and DO this BLOG proud!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AllRIGHT!!!! I'll do a real entry.....Tomorrow. (Goes back to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy Vey." *Shaking Head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2420021354250497127?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2420021354250497127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2420021354250497127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2420021354250497127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2420021354250497127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/kick-in-keister.html' title='&quot;Kick in the Keister&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4475386318143001955</id><published>2007-11-13T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:52:42.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Imma teach ya how to STUNT!"</title><content type='html'>Been doin some serious Overtime on the job, the weekends have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout 3 weeks ago sunday, we came in and the powers that be LOWERED THE BOOM on us.  The weekend supervisor gave us the typical "Frank White/King of New York" speech about us slacking off, getting soft, going slow, and jus plain gettin away with shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were all basically feeling "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it ain't OUR fault business has been slow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sorry ass sales reps ain't bringing in the accounts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the little shit they did bring in, got done, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they wanna pull on the choke chain a little bit, put the foot down on our necks and piss everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of result, there was a change up on our shift.  Two guys went to work on the 3rd Shift (12 Midnight to 8am) and improve things a bit.  3rd shift previously had been known as a joke with a rep for messing up the work and sleeping on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add that with one other person leaving to take a training course in the Tech department, the once unstoppable, always reliable Second Shift crew of 10, has now become 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like rats deserting a sinking ship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like jumping, too.  SO, I made a plan to look for something part-time or otherwise in the afternoon, and maybe switch to 3rd shift myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd get my weekends back, I've worked the overnight shift before practically at the Bank of New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, flashback to last monday (no, not yesterday, the monday BEFORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an interview with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dramatic Pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The New York Public LIBRARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the very same employer that fired me oh, long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position in question?  Book Scanner for an online library project sponsored by Google.com.  The position was temporary, only till 2009, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could have been my chance to go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dealt with the dilemma of whether I should reveal my history with them or try to go in with a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the interview (Tuesday, a week ago today.) I was so nervous, I was 10 minutes late...it was pretty much a disaster from that point on so I went with full disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday, MOM did me a favor by opening and reading the rejection letter they sent me over the phone during my lunch hour.  It was raining that night, and I jus felt like walking around in the rain for the whole hour dwelling on the missed opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had that movie "Pursuit of Happyness" in my head.  I really thought this was gonna be my Turning Point moment.  When everything was gonna start getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that night (Thursday), A SHYTload of boxes came in...84 boxes of a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lined up rows of 5 in the middle of the room to make a "Great Wall of China" within the office.  The work was selective (We weren't scanning EVERY single page within the boxes), we were only scanning "Exhibits" tabs within the many binders and binders inside.  Each book had court transcripts (which we were ignoring) along with various numbers of exhibits related to a Lawsuit against credit card companies (Visa, MasterCard, etc...) and the introduction of the Debit Card/Check Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadline for the job was Wednesday (the 14th...can you say pressure!?)...The OT went into effect and we were asked to stay overnight if we could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhiddddt!  You didn't have to ask me twice!  But THEY did come late afternoon and I wasn't in a mood to kill myself that first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I worked that Friday (into Saturday) till 5:30am, then threw in the towel.  I wanted to work the entire shift till 8am and let 1st shift take over, but I couldn't hang.  And besides, I had to be back at 4pm to do it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night into Sunday morning, I worked till 3am.  Along with the 84, a second job of 15 boxes came in and both were a priority, at midnight I switch over and tackled 2 of the 15 in 3 hours and it tired me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday going into Monday I really wanted to go the distance, especially since Monday was my day off.  I got a second wind at 2am, but it was short lived and I clocked out at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people didn't do the overnights, they elected to come in early (around 12 noon) and mingle with first shift.  Issues with seats came up (We only have 10 spots, and of those 10, 2 machines were broken, which meant they could be used for QC (Quality Checking), but not Scanning.  First shift also took advantage and stayed into our shift a few times which made things...TENSE (We basically don't get along...sorta like East Coast/West Coast BEEF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, all this killing myself crap made me think about one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending MORE dough! (Stoopid, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM decided to treat herself for her B-day, using her last bonus &lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/heres-some-stuff-im-throwing-against.html"&gt; (The company is being sold and soon she's gonna be downsized)&lt;/A&gt; to buy a LCD HDTV.  She has this crazy concept of finding a 32in for less than 500 dollars.  And she only wants either a RCA or SONY (We have a history of buying the same brand of TV's).  She somehow found a Wal Mart flyer for a RCA listed at 342 and asked me to look into it.  We don't have a WalMart ANYWHERE for miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've been entertaining a few ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*An iPod - YES, I'm thinking of turning over to the DARK SIDE, exchanging SD-Card every 324 songs is starting to get annoying...all the albums I'm downloading, I need something that can hold EVEN more!  I wanna get like a 60GB one and jus dump ALL my songs into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A few more bigger cards - The SD's are going down very rapidly, a year ago, a 1GB card was damn near 75 dollars, now they're 24.99, 2GB's were 119.00, now THEY'RE 59.99.  1GB is holding 330 songs at the moment and for some reason, I'm breezing thru all of them while at work.  I have one 2GB SOMEwhere in my house but I can't find it (It might be in my old digital camera I passed to MOM or under my bed somewhere...), but I need more, I might price some 4gb or 8gb cards (If they exist) and see how much music they can hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A new damn cell phone - I've had this cell since I moved back in with MOM (Goin on 3 years) and it's battery is on death row.  I charge it, the phone turns off after 5 minutes (Keeps charging, I think?!?!)!  I unplug the charge, turn the phone on, it dies after 2 hours!  There was a time, I'd leave this phone on and unplugged for DAYS and it would still work...I need an upgrade, maybe a Sidekick (Okay seriously, the OT is goin to my head now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A zoot suit - Well at least a regular suit, my interviews have been disasters because I hate wearing a Tie &amp; Blazer, maybe it's time I invest in ANOTHER 'Last suit I'll ever Wear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A piece of ass - Yeah, I got that itch that needs to be scratched again...go thru this every Winter.  And as usual, I have my eyes on a few ladies that I have been researching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A new online subscription - FF is starting to get boring and VIX had the nerve to go undercover under a new screen name so I'm thinking of packing up and moving on after the Weight Challenge is over in December.  I miss playing my Video Games so I was thinking of GameFly.com which is like Blockbuster or Netflix for Games, you sign up, they send you 2 games in the mail, you keep and play them as long as you like and then return them. OR I've been thinking of going back to Fling.com, I miss the webcam action I had over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A trip - Bad enough I still have that Raincheck that's about to expire, but I wanna go somewhere else for a few days.  My work schedule SUCKS Thanksgiving week, I have MONDAY and TUESDAY OFF, but I have to go in Wednesday AND Friday!...the day AFTER thanksgiving!  I NEVER had to work the day after in MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it...Work, OT, more dreams shattered, more bullshit, mo money, mo murder, mo homicide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to buy the new Alicia Keys album, I need some harmony in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4475386318143001955?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4475386318143001955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4475386318143001955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4475386318143001955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4475386318143001955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/imma-teach-ya-how-to-stunt.html' title='&quot;Imma teach ya how to STUNT!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3915722556258160452</id><published>2007-11-08T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:21:39.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"*Crickets*"</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I haven't posted in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus be doin my downloadin thing and online thing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the last 2 days I've downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALICIA KEYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASSIDY ("My drink N my 2 Step"?...don't think ya'll know him...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's exclusive 2008 album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot to listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Seal had the nerve to let Heidi Klume sing a duet with him?  She's a model!  She can't sing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Alicia Keys 2nd single "Like you'll never see me Again" brings me to tears every time I hear it.....God I miss Deidre so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYhoo...been doin some crazy life-altering stuff lately...lets see if it all comes to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3915722556258160452?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3915722556258160452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3915722556258160452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3915722556258160452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3915722556258160452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/crickets.html' title='&quot;*Crickets*&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4289613589681746964</id><published>2007-11-02T04:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:07:20.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's official...I'm a Cam Whore."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ryrno_3UuGI/AAAAAAAAALI/rWmKYHImqdU/s1600-h/PDR_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ryrkov3Ut8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jaKF2aUfiEA/s320/PDR_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128162514409142210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ryrkwv3Ut9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pmXsU-uRyBQ/s1600-h/PDR_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ryrkwv3Ut9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pmXsU-uRyBQ/s320/PDR_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128162651848095698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4289613589681746964?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4289613589681746964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4289613589681746964' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4289613589681746964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4289613589681746964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-officialim-cam-whore.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s official...I&apos;m a Cam Whore.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ryrno_3UuGI/AAAAAAAAALI/rWmKYHImqdU/s72-c/PDR_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-478777522496158722</id><published>2007-10-30T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:34:03.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is my Motivation?"</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the Long Beach California Meet and Greet on FF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my knowledge Vix didn't go.  I really don't know what's going on with her, I barely see her in the chat room, we don't IM, the whole thing is going on Life Support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say, I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weight loss challenge on the site has been driving me up the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to forget what Happiness feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is hunger, despair, anger and self loathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I ask myself this..."WHY THE HELL am I doing this?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the organizer of this whole thing, SHELL (WHO is DROP-DEAD Gorgeous from jump street) is really good with the moral support, but I'm really on this negative kick right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I lose weight, will that improve my chances of getting a date? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chances of having sex? Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chances of feeling good? I feel like shyt now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHY am I subjecting myself to this torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how Healthy Food is WAY more expensive than Junk Food??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is eating right if you gonna be broke all the time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exercising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me started there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I need some inspiration...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-478777522496158722?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/478777522496158722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=478777522496158722' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/478777522496158722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/478777522496158722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-my-motivation.html' title='&quot;What is my Motivation?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5708037772016712635</id><published>2007-10-23T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:01:25.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gone Baby Gone"</title><content type='html'>The movie Kicks ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Ben Affleck could Direct THIS good?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody with children should see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's about kidnappings and missing children, but it's REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie showed the REAL world that's out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in some movies like "Spider Man", everyone in New York City are beautiful and model-like?  "Gone Baby Gone" shows the REAL Dorchester, Massachusetts.  Dorchester is as hood as Baltimore, The Bronx, South Philly, or South Central...it's the real ghetto, where whites are jus a poor as the blacks, everyone knows everyone and nobody's pretty.  You see some HUGE, homely, common folk in this movie.  With Ben's younger baby-faced brother, Casey sporting Adidas sneakers and a jogging suit, wearing his crucifix and saint medallion, you'd think he was jus some punk with a funny accent, but he comes off great making one of the hardest choices a man can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast is fantastic, Morgan Freeman (damn, he's done a lotta movies this year!), Ed Harris are strong Oscar contenders.  They adapted the book very well, and should maybe do another of the 5 book series.  "Gone" is the third, thou...and with the ending, they really can't go back to the first two, I think they should just move ahead and do "Prayers for Rain".  It was Amazon's Best Mystery of 1999, and the book that made me backtrack and read the others...it was also the last one of the series, so far and one wonders if Dennis Lehane will go back to his PI Duo of Kenzie and Gennaro when his non-genre novels (Mystic River, Shutter Island) and his TV writing (He's done storylines for "The Wire") are getting SO much acclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Like I said, this movie has Oscar written all over it like "The Departed", I hope it gets noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5708037772016712635?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5708037772016712635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5708037772016712635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5708037772016712635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5708037772016712635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/gone-baby-gone.html' title='&quot;Gone Baby Gone&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2561929800870979769</id><published>2007-10-21T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:48:32.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"One of the best Twist Endings in a while..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RxsPnmdjapI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ACMnNTE1VUA/s1600-h/perfectstranger1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RxsPnmdjapI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ACMnNTE1VUA/s320/perfectstranger1_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123706174077889170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I posted, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about hanging it all up like Joe Torre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that's shocking to all of ya'll but I'm not gonna lie and pretend everything's hunky-dory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going thru some...SHIT right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide to do this post because I jus saw this great cyber-blackmail-eroitc-thriller starring my lovely (and preggers) Halle Berry and Bruce (yeah, this ain't my real hair, I know!) Willis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THIS MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sixth Sense", "Kiss the Girls", all those...you can add this one to the list of unexpected ending that kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish It made money this past spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really related to Giobanni Ribisi's character, the techno-geek hacker helping (and Obsessing) Halle with his killer skills.  I should SO be that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, it's 4:45am, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma look at my burned copy of "1408" (Yeah, I did say I would BUY the dvd, but what da hell, I'll buy "Spider Man 3" 2 weeks early than it's release date first thing Monday instead.) and Scare myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I'm Back to saying "Peace" instead of "Toodles"...ugh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2561929800870979769?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2561929800870979769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2561929800870979769' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2561929800870979769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2561929800870979769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-best-twist-endings-in-while.html' title='&quot;One of the best Twist Endings in a while...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RxsPnmdjapI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ACMnNTE1VUA/s72-c/perfectstranger1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7326142018869515888</id><published>2007-10-15T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:37:18.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"As the world revolves..."</title><content type='html'>So, putting the Vix soap-opera in the back burner, She MAY move up her in November, or later.  It's so uncertain and up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If or when she gets here, there's a good chance the magic will have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going thru some personal stuff right now that I cannot divulge and it's straining our already deteriorating friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's with her mother in a hotel, so we no longer phone bone and...well that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to think something is cursed about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, whoever I fall for, misfortune becomes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering renaming myself Da Black Cat Named JINX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FullFiggas started a weight loss challenge from today to December 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed to try and lose 20 pounds and get under 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basic regiment will be cutting back on eating and walking more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where I walk, I will take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the suffering begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7326142018869515888?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7326142018869515888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7326142018869515888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7326142018869515888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7326142018869515888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-world-revolves.html' title='&quot;As the world revolves...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3935765982422909900</id><published>2007-10-13T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:12:21.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"What do we do? Where do we turn?"</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very blog that made me start blogging has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fruitloopsandporn.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad part is her last post was a few days b4 my birthday and I'm just reading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a sign, that maybe I should hang it up, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3935765982422909900?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3935765982422909900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3935765982422909900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3935765982422909900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3935765982422909900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-do-we-do-where-do-we-turn.html' title='&quot;What do we do? Where do we turn?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7978612503899111942</id><published>2007-10-10T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:30:15.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You wouldn't believe me If I told you."</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  It's been a few days, now so I can bring myself up to write this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, no VIX is not in New York, yet.  I think that would be obvious to ya'll because if she was here under any circumstance, things would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY don't wanna say...it's jus something out of a Julia Roberts lame-ass romantic comedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, the day before the flight (Saturday, remember?) she was walking in the hotel lobby and she slipped on the floor and hit her head.  (Why she's at a hotel if a VERY long and personal background story I cannot reveal.), she was taken to the hospital room and the doctors looked her over, said she was okay, but gave her some medication to keep her cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, the day of the flight she had a bad reaction to the treatment.  Water was getting into her lungs and she could not breathe.  She was in the hospital practically all day and night, unable to speak, and denied access to cell phone to even send a text.  Naturally, she missed her flight which didn't matter because she never gave me the information in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was happening with her, I was at JFK, got sidetracked, got lost, ended up in Far Rockaway beach for awhile, came back and was basically running around Terminal to Terminal, looking for incoming flights, waiting for a call, a text, or something, while calling her furiously.  Her flight was due at 7:30, I didn't arrive till 9pm, and I gave up at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was back in manhattan, I finally started receiving text messages that she somehow snuck and did.  She was finally able to talk (barely) by midnight, and as difficult it was for her, she conveyed her apologies and how bad she felt for all this happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like blaming myself.  As if I was cursed or something.  You couldn't imagine how embarrassing and fustrated I was.  I felt like backtracking the last few posts and pretend I never mentioned this stuff before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW I should have NEVER had said anything...the SAME thing happened EARLIER this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ALL is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She IS coming soon.  She's practically recovered from that medical scare, and it's only a matter of time before she can try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scattered details of her personal situation, I cannot explain, but she's really in a serious situation and has been since returning from the Ohio Meet and Greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping in touch, we miss each other terribly...we can't wait to be in each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metaphor I used recently for this situation was that of a kid waiting to see his father come home from jail, only to have his parole fall through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment is heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But SHE IS coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to post anything relating to her again till she's here.  Not Before, when she's actually HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7978612503899111942?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7978612503899111942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7978612503899111942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7978612503899111942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7978612503899111942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-wouldnt-believe-me-if-i-told-you.html' title='&quot;You wouldn&apos;t believe me If I told you.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6158896702231707938</id><published>2007-10-08T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:54:20.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is...."</title><content type='html'>I know you're all on the edge of your seat wanting to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But unfortunately I can't tell ya'll yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;To be continued...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6158896702231707938?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6158896702231707938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6158896702231707938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6158896702231707938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6158896702231707938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/unfortunately-no-one-can-be-told-what.html' title='&quot;Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is....&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-897574368155762295</id><published>2007-10-04T04:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T04:32:42.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wanted to keep it a secret, but I CAN'T!!!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts to hyperventilate and passes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No more posts till Sunday!...MAYBE!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-897574368155762295?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/897574368155762295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=897574368155762295' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/897574368155762295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/897574368155762295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wanted-to-keep-it-secret-but-i-cant.html' title='&quot;I wanted to keep it a secret, but I CAN&apos;T!!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3427242954963726699</id><published>2007-10-01T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:45:32.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wow."</title><content type='html'>Life throws you curve balls and in the darkest hour help comes in a way you'd never expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING BIG happened last night (or should I say early this morning.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the relationship just took another step in trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go in specifics but this day is gonna go down in our little history book me and Vix is writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I became a guardian angel.  I'm watching over her, protecting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good people do Good things, Great People help one another for nothing in Return..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3427242954963726699?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3427242954963726699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3427242954963726699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3427242954963726699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3427242954963726699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title='&quot;Wow.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7415467794787128928</id><published>2007-09-29T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T02:06:45.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A night at the REMIX"</title><content type='html'>SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 and Vix is in Ohio, doing who-knows-what...(Be Cool, Be Cool...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get up and see Jalu my barber for a shape-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then came home and pressed my infamous "Priest" shirt that I've worn in previous sexual encounters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm rolled on by and I stepped outta the door to head for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped into the office flaunting my huge aviator Kanye West/Hunter S. Thompson mirror sunglasses and floored the co-workers by my entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did YOU come from?" someone asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my best Morpheous impression I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not where I've BEEN, it's where I'm GOING, thereafter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's still been light, but we got 20 boxes tuesday, that we've stretched a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief planned to stretch it some more by sending us home at 8pm, but then asked for anyone who wanted to stay and I volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new Merging-of-the-managers plan, having Scanning and Production managers work various 12, 4, and 6 hour blocks spread across shifts 1, 2 or 3 and cross-shifting both teams to become one unit is really becoming a pain in the ass.  Distrust is slowly developing.  The scanner fear that production is taking their jobs and production doesn't want anything to do with training us to work copier machines and stand on our feet for 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The managers don't like only one of them working and manning two shifts at once.  Walking from the left side of the office back to right side checking on both departments constantly...Working from 8am to 8pm, or 4pm to 12am, or 12am to 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting wired, missing time with their kids and getting irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one other scanner stayed the full night while 3 production copy operators came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight came and I Walked into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX is located in my old stomping grounds at the Bank of New York, near Park Place and City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down there at 1:00am.  I stalked the entrance from a corner across the street.  Waited a half hour as I saw lovely full figured ladies come in and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a deep breath and then got on line to go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX is an underground basement nightclub that's a bit of a broom closet.  The DJ played all the latest club bangas.  "I get money", "Crank Dat (Souja Boi)", "My Drink and my Two Step", "Buy you a Drink", "Let it Go", "Money in da Bank"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was getting their dance on as I squeezed my way to the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got a seat, I was set.  All the way near the end, I ordered a club soda and kept them coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned the club felt comfortable among the crowd.  No skinny, lanky punks, no paris hilton drama queens, jus regular people enjoying their size, and "Not-giving-a-damn, Yeah-I'm-wearing-That!" big girls in skin tight skirts and blouses with EVERYthing hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a feast for the eyes...if I wasn't thinking about, VIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the music played on, the crowd got more packed and getting jostled while sitting became as routine as breathing.  I took it in stride, "sure, feel free to cop-a-feel ladies...be my guest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few highlights of the night were helping this guy get a chick's number by providing a pen (Jus call me "Hitch"!) and getting the attention of the bartender for a small lil shorty who could barely squeeze in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One full figgas member did recognize me, a guy name keith who just been banned from the site after some chat-room drama with some haters.  It made some news among the site a few weeks ago and we all thought he was set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith then went the corner where the bar ended and hung out with a group of ladies.  I thought I recognized the organizer of the event who posted on the board and another member.  I vaguely knew them but they weren't chat room regulars so I was too afraid to approach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ladies that sat next to me throughout the night gave me curious glances.  I seem to have that sorta melancholy/nonchalant look on me when I go clubbing.  I always get the "Are you Okay?, Alright? or even the occasional "Are you Alive?" question asked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady sat next to me along with her 2 other friends further down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like she was dragged here kicking and screaming, she fiddled with her two-way for a bit, then looked up and noticed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like you don't want to be here, EITHER" I joked, flashing my George Clooney grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda threw her off from the usual jerk remark a regular guy would throw at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kinda stared blankly, taking a bit too long on how to respond.  Sizing me up, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and hesitant, I decided to up the ante a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell, you what..." I yelled (You HAD to yell to get heard in there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...You tell me what you HATE about men, and I'll play Devil's Advocate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice way to start a conversation I made up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to get a chick talking about someone who done them wrong and give them a shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually smiled this time, but then got called away by her 2 friends as they moved towards the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my seat back to bar and said "Almost got 'er..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the bartender working on drinks.  I counted her making 9 Long Island Iced Tea's making it the popular drink of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a flashback of Brad Pitt in "Ocean's 11", him sitting at the bar sighing and the barkeep asks him "How's the game going?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Longest hour of my life!" he yelled sarcastically back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the he didn't hear Pitt and asked "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brad changed it and said "I'm running away with your wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bartender jus gives him the thumbs up not paying attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, That's how I felt...Ol' Rusty (That was his name in the movie...yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there listening to music and popping in seat till 3:30am then when a passage back to the exit presented itself, I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, it beat stewing at home, working the chatrooms and worrying about VIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to get home by 4:30 and grabbed some zzz's at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days down...one more and it's over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7415467794787128928?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7415467794787128928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7415467794787128928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7415467794787128928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7415467794787128928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-at-remix.html' title='&quot;A night at the REMIX&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7364932814220009396</id><published>2007-09-28T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:48:34.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Detox"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rv1I1zibTbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vSeY0UDiTd8/s1600-h/cyclops0dv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rv1I1zibTbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vSeY0UDiTd8/s320/cyclops0dv.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115324840967622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way I'm going to make it this weekend is stay away from the network in it's entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't...read any threads, look at her profile, or her photo gallery or even hit the chat rooms or I'll lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hasn't even been 24 hours and it's burning up inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Cyclops in "X-Men:The Last Stand"...a broken shell of a man who lost the only girl he ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tear myself away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I think it's time to reveal what's been eating away everything from my regular schedule the past 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullfiggas.com"&gt;Full Figgas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A online community dedicated to the appreciation and improving self-esteem of ladies AND gentlemen who are a bit shapely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big on life sort of speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests are free to browse around, read posts but can't view profiles unless you sign up and make one.  To join is even free, all you need is an email address.  The profiles can be done in myspace type formats for creative ways of self expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find sanctuary elsewhere for the time being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7364932814220009396?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7364932814220009396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7364932814220009396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7364932814220009396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7364932814220009396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/detox.html' title='&quot;Detox&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rv1I1zibTbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vSeY0UDiTd8/s72-c/cyclops0dv.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-892699346976953336</id><published>2007-09-28T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T03:54:48.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Longest Yard"</title><content type='html'>It's 3:49am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vix is probably sleeping after packing her luggage for a morning flight to Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be accompanied by someone on that flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrive, they will rent a car, meet two other people and proceed to carpool to Ohio for a 3-day Meet &amp; Greet gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone charger broke so we weren't able to talk, jus IM and even then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 72 hours will be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 movies I can't get outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eyes Wide Shut", "Unfaithful", and "A Perfect Murder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-892699346976953336?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/892699346976953336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=892699346976953336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/892699346976953336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/892699346976953336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/longest-yard.html' title='&quot;The Longest Yard&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5410373551815615069</id><published>2007-09-27T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:49:46.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The 10-Day Birthday Celebration...a Review"</title><content type='html'>This year, turning 32 meant something and it was time to celebrate in style.  So I decided to spread the festivities over a span of 10 days.  And here's what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, the 17th - I ventured out to Weehawken, NJ to purchase a new Digital Camera.  I got lost for awhile, but eventually found the guy, my new camera feels as heavy as a paperweight, takes FOUR freakin double A batteries, comes with a remote (For SPECIAL pics!) and a instruction manual the size of a college textbook!  All in all, it seemed very worth the 40 bucks, especially since it probably went for 150 a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, the 18th - I also saw PM Dawn perform live on MONDAY so that worked as an event for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, the 19th - I went to Barnes and Noble to get the Latest Foxtrot book, "And when she opened the closet all the clothes were made of Polyester"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY, the 20th - I went to the Dentist, That doesn't seem like much, but it's been a VERY long time since I've been, PLUS I have no insurance, this is a step in self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, the 21st - I went to the movies and saw "Resident Evil:Extinction", great movie, went back to the Video Game elements similar to Part 1, but the ending was a bit over the top...plus there was a familiar feel of "Alien:Resurrection".  I was also pissed that Ashanti only lasted 10 minutes into the damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, the 22nd - Went on a clothing shopping spree at Casual Men XL, brought 3 slacks and around 7 shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, the 23rd - The eagles beat the everlovin' snot outta the Lions scoring 56 POINTS!  I consider that an early B-Day gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY, the 24th - Bjork Concert at MSG, good seat, but really annoying audience members that kept going SOMEwhere and standing, one crazy ass chick sitting in front of me kept whipping her hair back and snapping at my arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY, the 25th - Me and the fam, went Bowling at Harlem Lane, things started rough because Psycho-Lesbo-Sis brought on of Baby Girl's friends to tag along and it was supposed to be a family affair.  LUCKILY, the teeny-bopper clerk got mezmerized by Lesbo-Sis throwing her hair back and charged us for 3 children, rather than 2.  While playing, Sis shows off the advantages of working in central park...meeting celebrities!  This chick has a picture in her camera phone of her and ASTON KUTCHER!  ANYhoo...I bowled a dismal 48 the first game, then warmed up to a mediocre 72 after.  The place was nice, I really wanna get into bowling on the regular, I just gotta get better at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, the 26th - "See Post Titled "&lt;A HREF="http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/toys-in-babeland.html"&gt;Toys in Babeland&lt;/A&gt;" for this entry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll probably do nothing.  I finally made 500 hours, so I did the paperwork yesterday to become a permanent hire.  When things get serious and mom takes her package from the job, I might consider working another part-time job to make ends meet.  Bottom line, I like this job, it's comfortable, but it's not paying well and the work is fluctuating.  However, if the work politics goes south, I'll roll no matter what.  There are other factors at play that I have to consider (Like how to maintain a serious possible relationship when I'm barely paying the bills as it is...), all in all...it is what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5410373551815615069?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5410373551815615069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5410373551815615069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5410373551815615069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5410373551815615069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-day-birthday-celebrationa-review.html' title='&quot;The 10-Day Birthday Celebration...a Review&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8578300804688028293</id><published>2007-09-26T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:47:24.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Toys in Babeland"</title><content type='html'>I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably think I got this post title mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be &lt;I&gt;Babes&lt;/I&gt; in &lt;I&gt;Toy&lt;/I&gt;land, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, heh...WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off...I finally made my 500 hours at work.  I received my formal offer for a permanent monday and instructed to bring some paperwork when I come in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But FIRST, I made a little stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading and exploring the erotic world online for awhile and I picked up something I've been curious about for awhile and decided on this birthday to be a lil impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, in the heart of the East Village, off Delancey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Village Voice's "Best Store to buy a Sex Toy" in New York for 4 years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.babeland.com/"&gt;Babeland&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what exactly did I get?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't YOU like to know?...Hee Hee Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying that it has fringes AND it Vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rhymes with "WING".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity excites the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't knock it till ya try it *wink*....Grrrrroooow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8578300804688028293?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8578300804688028293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8578300804688028293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8578300804688028293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8578300804688028293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/toys-in-babeland.html' title='&quot;Toys in Babeland&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6248107313994691764</id><published>2007-09-21T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:11:04.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here's some stuff I'm throwing against the wall!"</title><content type='html'>Okay, time for the quick hits of information to consider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vix is MOVING to New York in November, so now her visit in October seems to be a bit of a waste and may be canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joe is selling me his PS3, he's finally bored with it and for the umpteenth time I'm buying a hand-me-down advanced system from him at probably a crackhead price (Can we say $200?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm SO damn close to working my 500 hours at this job for this damn temp agency.  Once I get to 500, I'll be hired officially by the company for a permanent position.  The question is with the damn workload fluctuating and this cheap ass pay DO I REALLY wanna stay here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The company that MOM's been working for in the past 10 years has announced that it's up for sale.  It's either looking for a buyer or has found one and transitions are in the making.  At MOM's age she's not expected to be kept and is planning to take any severance package offered and try to find an easier job.  This of course will affect how we somehow plan to continue to pay this skyrocketing rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm turning 32 next Thursday...I jus don't know how to react to that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Despite our relationship, I'm starting to think I'm jus a phone whore for Vix considering we phone bone every sunday/monday morning.  I think she's still feeling me, I'm jus feeling neglected as of late and don't wanna say anything to piss her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I think I'm finally ready to reveal the network that's been taking up so much of my time away from this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone knows how I feel about myspace (The Dark Side...) well HELL has officially frozen over because MOM, Sis, and even Baby Girl have talked me into making a Family page, I am so embarrassed and disgusted at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am totally scared shitless that FIRE5 has diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am going to the dentist for the first time in years because I'm afraid Vix may freak out about my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I can't help but point out every time I go to a doctor in anticipation of something revolving a girl I'm dating (Sex, first meeting, etc, etc...), I seem to always get unique news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sometimes wonder if it's all worth it...Love, work, family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I then take a look at a picture of Vix...and gather strength from it (Yep she's THAT HOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vix's first name is the same as "New York" from "I Love New York" 1 &amp; 2 on VH1 (Ha! do the research if you dare!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vix adores guys who wear fitted hats, should I compromise myself and change into someone I'm not jus to appeal to her taste?  Would I ask her to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As someone turning 32, I feel I'm too damn old to be wearing a fitted, I mean, I can wear a plan 'ol baseball cap, but a fitted is "fitted" to your head size to be tight on your head and it's sorta a thug type fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wanna hire someone to be my personal photographer for one day, jus spending the whole day taking pictures of me roaming around the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vix has judged me as being narcissistic because I believe that the cryptic messages she posts in the Message Board threads and on her Yahoo Status line are always about me, am I wrong?, am I paranoid?, and if they're not about me, why the hell is she thinking or talking about OTHER men from her past?  And if they ARE why the hell won't she jus TELL me!??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I really wish I was incapable of Falling in Love very quickly.  I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done for now...absorb and reflect on all this and give me your opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6248107313994691764?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6248107313994691764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6248107313994691764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6248107313994691764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6248107313994691764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/heres-some-stuff-im-throwing-against.html' title='&quot;Here&apos;s some stuff I&apos;m throwing against the wall!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7565009006466782464</id><published>2007-09-18T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:23:56.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven must have needed an angel..."</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7am for the first time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral for Miss Robinson was today.  It had been the second wake I've been to this year.  Me and MOM got dressed, she was also taking our downstairs neighbor and life long-friend "Granny" Clem along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Robinson was well known in the building we all lived.  Her apartment was on the 3rd floor.  She was JOE's and his family's next door neighbor.  Big Jenny was still living in the apartment and there might be a question of ownership changing hands so she decided not to tell most the tenants despite Miss Robinson's popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEM is pushing the upper 80's herself and walks VERY slow so MOM decided to take a cab down to the funeral home while I hopped on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I emerged at 125th Street, I slowly made my way through the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't freak out if you see Opal..." I kept telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my huge aviator mirror sunglasses when I arrived, took a breath and went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I saw (who greeted me) was Opal's older brother, Claude.  I was nearly eye-level with him which was scary since I could swear he could play Basketball when I looked up to him back in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my condolences and asked if MOM arrived and he nodded to the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the viewing room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM and GRANNY were in the middle, sitting a few rows down, a couple and their young girl were in the front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a seat behind mom as she passed me the Obituary.  Miss Robinson was born on Christmas Day 1912, she raised 3 children who all passed before she did, she then raised and took care of 8 foster children over a 20 year period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, that Big Jenny or rather Genny (named Geneva which was ALSO Miss Robinson's first name) was Miss Robinson's GRANDdaughter not daughther, making Claude, Little Jenny (actually named Jennifer) and Opal GREAT Grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, no one ever told us anything...I guess the age difference was vast to consider Big Genny one of the original children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three people in the front stood up, I winced for a second, then sighed when they turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Opal's aunt, Genny's sister...'Meenah (or Aminah apparently)...She smiled when she recognized me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leslie, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember you, you were jus a skinny lil boy...My, you got big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged a few words and they went back to where Claude was to welcome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more people came in as GRANNY and MOM talked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sign of Genny or Little Jenny or even Opal...the funeral was due to start at 10am, but I didn't plan to stay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:45, I said my good byes, walked up and paid my respects with one last look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes teared up, and I sighed to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the closet things I had for a Grandmother...she loved children so much.  Three children, three grands, 6 great-grands, and even 5 GREAT-great-grands, as well as nieces, nephews, and grands of those...and even those foster children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they needed a nanny up there...someone to look over the young ones that weren't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, she may be even taking care of...never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to leave, but I eventually broke down and cried on train back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think Opal would be here that quickly, so I dodged a bullet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I know her, she will be coming, I will have to face her sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have that awkward "Padme/Anakin" moment from "Episode II"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, slugger...keep making jokes to yourself and comparing everything to the movies...you may have avoided the ghosts from your past today, but will come back to haunt you soon..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7565009006466782464?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7565009006466782464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7565009006466782464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7565009006466782464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7565009006466782464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/heaven-must-have-needed-angel.html' title='&quot;Heaven must have needed an angel...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8445011664313532147</id><published>2007-09-17T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:06:34.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heads Up! Jet Black to pose anonymously on "The Other HNT"!"</title><content type='html'>The infamous "Baseball Bat" pic will debut on the ongoing HNT (Half Naked Thursday) blog, "The Other HNT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou the infamous blog trend is history the blog itself is still popular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for it this Thursday (If you dare...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://hntanon.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hntanon.blogspot.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing TOO risque, jus leaves more to the imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8445011664313532147?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8445011664313532147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8445011664313532147' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8445011664313532147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8445011664313532147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/heads-up-jet-black-to-pose-anonymously.html' title='&quot;Heads Up! Jet Black to pose anonymously on &quot;The Other HNT&quot;!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6226793356633423501</id><published>2007-09-17T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:35:49.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are you Blissening?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ru-1XgGgCpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VdJB6Ub62JA/s1600-h/PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ru-1XgGgCpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VdJB6Ub62JA/s320/PM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111503517447621266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya'll know I still LOVE and Worship "'Da Dawn" so I jumped at the chance to check 'em out at the Knitting Factory when I heard about it thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showtime listed was 9pm, which there were a few opening acts, but the show really didn't start till 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc G. aka Doctor Giggles basically carried the show while Prince Be did the "Teddy Pendergrass"-thing performing while sitting on a chair (and eventually lying on the Floor!).  It could have been Jet Lag or jus regular fatigue, the duo were jus in Houston last week and Doc. G was celebrating his 35th Birthday.  They felt a lil homesick (Originally from growing up in Jersey) so they quickly booked this New York show with little notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the turnout was also light (no more than 30 people tops), good thing thou, the place is a broom closet as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set was full of classics and even new upcoming tracks (One sampling Tom-Tom Club's, "Genius of Love").  I had an early morning tomorrow, so around 10 to midnight, after 8 songs, I moved to the back and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trains were a bit crazy and I managed to get home by 1am.  It was nice treat to go out tonight, if I stayed home, I would have been furious watching the Eagles lose to the Redskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional rollercoaster...Vix, Miss Robinson, Opal, Concerts, My Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've decided to celebrate turning 32 in the next 10 days.  Treating myself to certain pleasures and gifts each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've traded up my Digital Camera (Which was acting up after getting a lil wet during a...*ahem* Shower photo shoot for Vix...) and got a HEAVY ass Toshiba PDR-4300 4.0 Megapixels and a cannon zoom lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing bout this new one is, it has a REMOTE!...for those *Special* shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the funeral, I have no idea what's gonna happen...I'm a frantic mess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6226793356633423501?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6226793356633423501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6226793356633423501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6226793356633423501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6226793356633423501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-blissening.html' title='&quot;Are you Blissening?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Ru-1XgGgCpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VdJB6Ub62JA/s72-c/PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6291843218406765170</id><published>2007-09-15T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:44:36.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"No title can express the emotions of this post."</title><content type='html'>5:30am I was making Kool-Aid after a brief IM session with Vix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thirsty, and I couldn't go to bed without a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM got up to go to the bathroom, looked at me as if I was crazy, then stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leslie, Big Jenny came upstairs today, Miss Robinson died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it so fast, it took a second to register it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then dropped the ladle in the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Robinson took care of me the minute my mom brought me home from the hospital.  From 10 months old till I was four, she was always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her granddaughter, Opal...she was my first crush, my first experience with love...and my first heartbreak when she ran away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM explained that the proceedings were on Tuesday, Wake and Funeral on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon, it wouldn't give time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for HER to come back to the city?  Come back from California...would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I feared this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would come face to face with that little girl that disappeared in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she recognize me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opal's sister, Jenny (Little Jenny) reminds me of her everytime I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how time has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Robinson lived a good long life, I can't really morn for her rather be happy she's at a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's gonna happen Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6291843218406765170?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6291843218406765170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6291843218406765170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6291843218406765170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6291843218406765170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-title-can-express-emotions-of-this.html' title='&quot;No title can express the emotions of this post.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1670813408762781748</id><published>2007-09-11T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:51:44.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ali vs. Frazier"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hollyscoop.com/BlogImages/31852062---rolling_stone_kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.hollyscoop.com/BlogImages/31852062---rolling_stone_kanye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be honest, I don't think ANYthing like this has happened in Hip Hop History...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to release dates, 9 times out of 10, one or the other headlining artist yields to give the other at least a week to shine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z came out before Nas' "Hip Hop is Dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER has two solid albums come out on the same day, with SO much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't watch MTV or have been living under a rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent (Idol to KimmyK's thug-in-training, Adam LOL, J/K) has promise to QUIT the game of Hip Hop if his latest album "Curtis" (50's real first name) doesn't sell more than Kanye West's "Graduation" in the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotta people called 50's promise a publicity stunt to bring attention to himself, but think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are a LOT of 50 cent HATERS out there, they might buy Kanye's album just out of spite.  This could end up backfiring on 50's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit-wise, Kanye has the better album, but people rarely support his music due to his ego and flack with the "George Bush doesn't care about Black People" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the world (outside of Hip Hop fans), it's the lesser of two evils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll want your 10 year old kid in a doo-rag, shirtless throwing around bills singing "I get money, money I got!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have him wearing pink polos with the collar turned up and big ass aviator shades standing up to his mom saying "Excuse me, were you saying something?, uh-un, CAN'T TELL ME NUNTHIN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, I went down to Borders and brought "Graduation" officially despite having the album 3 weeks earlier.  My GOD it IS SO BANGING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT dance, but something about "Flashing Lights" makes me almost want to dance, I love that song to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever comes out, the people are the winners of this one, a rivalry this crazy can only bring out the best in each artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really pushed this even at the VMA's this past weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RugKIgGgCoI/AAAAAAAAAII/pHZGcwyZlJE/s1600-h/kanye_50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RugKIgGgCoI/AAAAAAAAAII/pHZGcwyZlJE/s320/kanye_50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109344918424259202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two look like Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant in that match at Wrestlemania 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1670813408762781748?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1670813408762781748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1670813408762781748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1670813408762781748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1670813408762781748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/ali-vs-frazier.html' title='&quot;Ali vs. Frazier&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RugKIgGgCoI/AAAAAAAAAII/pHZGcwyZlJE/s72-c/kanye_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3551721193014238690</id><published>2007-09-10T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:09:32.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Break ups to Make Ups..."</title><content type='html'>"All I'm saying is ever since this damn Meet and Greet, you've been different..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"I'm just acting the way I always act, this is just a side of me you haven't seen 'cause you haven't know me very long."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Okay, that maybe true but why all the animosity all of a sudden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"You jus incurred my wrath with your snide remarks that I didn't appreciate and is just seeing what it's like when you piss me off!...Look, I know you're not getting that much attention now, but that does NOT mean my feelings have changed, THEY ONLY change when you make an ASS outta yourself and start trippin'!"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Leslie, look...I like you, I mean, I REALLY like you.  I look at your pictures every day, I smile to myself thinking that you actually read the book...whenever I'm going thru the bullshit I'm going thru, I...I jus think about you...and I smile.  And I feel a lil better, baby..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Yeah,"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That took a lot to admit, I appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"So we GOOD, baby...we are SO GOOD, okay...stop trippin'  Please."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"You know Britney really bombed tonight at the VMA's..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?, hmmm, I didn't even see it tonight, forgot it was on, damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"They'll show it a few zillion times don't worry...*yawns* *moans*...Imma turn off my TV and Computer, papi..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh, I was jus admiring all the pics you have up on Photo Share...'specially that one of your ass..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"YOU so NASTY!, why don't you jus save them, it's okay...I've enjoyed the naked pictures of you!"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah?!?...and YOU calling me NASTY..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"You are! Teasing me with that picture of you naked, holding the Baseball Bat right down the center, what up with that!?"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! you hide the twins jus as bad, So I don't wanna hear it!  Wearing nothing but that white dress shirt, looking like something outta a Gap Commercial!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*moans*, *stretches*, and *moans louder!*&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And THAT'S not helping either!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*giggles*, "Yes it is..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moans* and *Stretches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Mmmmm, so you good, now papi?"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmm, yeah, I'm good, baby, I'm good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"What ya gonna think is gonna happen when I come up there and see you?"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I dunno, we'll have to wait and see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*Whispers* "DO you think we're gonna have sex?"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MMMMmmmmm, Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*moans* "I Think we are...."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Yeah, I know you want it as bad as me, even more..."*Moans LOUD*&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHADDA doin over there?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this a good place to stop if any...ya'll know what happened next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3551721193014238690?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3551721193014238690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3551721193014238690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3551721193014238690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3551721193014238690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/break-ups-to-make-ups.html' title='&quot;Break ups to Make Ups...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4811507674822045711</id><published>2007-09-09T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:16:51.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ya gotta crawl before you can walk..."</title><content type='html'>It's official...I'm not reading the Message Boards anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I will, but I SWEAR I will NEVER reply to a post offering my opinion again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I become Don Imus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vix are picking up the pieces.  Having a few brief, but informative IM's on Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't talked on the phone in a minute, I guess we seeing who's gonna call who first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vix dropped a serious bomb on me yesterday...that may or may not affect our impending relationship in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say what it is, but it's big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest fucking news I've heard since we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, Geronimo...we still got a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, "Operation:Melvin Udall" is in effect, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that never saw the movie, Melvin Udall was Jack Nicholson in the movie "As good as it gets".  Jack plays this compulsive anti-social writer who falls for a waitress played by Helen Hunt, yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship gets a slow start, but the turning point is Jack's speech in the restaurant on a dinner date in which he confesses that since he's met her he's taking better care of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You make me want to be a better man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great line and a great movie.  Not the type I'd see over and over again cuz it DOES push the envelope on the offensive, but hey, see it once and learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, VIX sorta has that effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of her, it's like I can move mountains with one hand tied behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's THAT serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should jus be myself, but when we finally meet in October, I want her to see a Better Jet Black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that maybe lost 5 pounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is eating a lil different that usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that MIGHT do a lil exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you women have NO idea what you put us men thru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4811507674822045711?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4811507674822045711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4811507674822045711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4811507674822045711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4811507674822045711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/ya-gotta-crawl-before-you-can-walk.html' title='&quot;Ya gotta crawl before you can walk...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6960363064401132173</id><published>2007-09-08T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:45:42.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you can "Huh?" you can hear..."</title><content type='html'>This has been such a bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workflow is sliding again.  Along with the holiday (which meant jack to me cuz I have Mondays off already), we've had two early days due to limited work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember that pic with all those boxes lined up?  Well, there's a BIG ass empty space where they once was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost break dance in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, this Ohio thing has really brought out an ugly side between Me and Vix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sometimes we have these spats (the last was about the frequency of our Phone Boneing...what can I say, ya do it once, you wanna do it all the time!) but we eventually make up and it draws us more together, but this time...this time it was agreed upon that we pretended this week didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm on Pins and Needles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, damn we all have our Jekyll &amp; Hyde moments, but she's constantly lashing out at me in the chat rooms and when I defend myself, I'm the one making "Snide Comments", outta "Insecurities" due to her not giving me "enough attention"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?  When did she become Dr. Phil?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO not at that point of possessing over her.  I try not to do that to ANY one I'm dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that chicks have Kids, or the Job and I can't be in your thoughts 24/7, but it's this DAMN trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to make nice-nice and get on her good side again, I've been tracking down and reading a few of her favorite books.  I had mentioned starting to read the first one awhile back and she swooned.  Eventually that led to our inaugural Phone Bone, and things were looking up since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That of course was a lil fib, I had only reserved the book at the library, I was far from reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn book is so rare, there were only 10 copies in the system so I went on a quest and found it yesterday at a Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is called "Guardian Angel" by Julie Garwood, in case it rings a bell out there (Ladyred, you're an avid reader...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the fast track to read it soon so we can make up our next call (which I have no idea when that will be...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that book there's 2 more I may need to read by October...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Winter Women" by Mary-Rose Hayes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juffie Kane" by Beverly S. Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, for a young lil waif (she's 24, YES I know that's even YOUNGER than Psycho-Lesbo-Sis!  I better not hear any comments!) Vix is certainty well read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat trick of all my problems is this damn medical thing that's been developing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking more showers cuz of the heat, and my ear has developed a candle amount of ear wax!  And my ear drum feels like it's swollen and hurts like hell!  I went to webMD.com and found out it's called "Swimmer's Ear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta look into some ear drops to get it fixed, but damn it HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's even MORE developing news ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's another story for another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the treatment I get for my upcoming 32nd Birthday?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6960363064401132173?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6960363064401132173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6960363064401132173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6960363064401132173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6960363064401132173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-can-huh-you-can-hear.html' title='&quot;If you can &quot;Huh?&quot; you can hear...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-6119149452034536785</id><published>2007-09-06T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:53:39.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"GRRRRRRR...HOMER SMASH!!!!!"</title><content type='html'>Emotions make you do stupid things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they make you WANT to do stupid things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website "community" that I've been addicted to has these events called "Meet and Greets".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take place all around the states at various places, Miami, Texas, Georgia, California, yadda, yadda, yadaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one that is happening the weekend of my Birthday (Sept. 28-30).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in FRIGGIN OHIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayton, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not necessarily Dayton...Miamisburg, OH which is within Dayton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps are going, coming from all over and nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIX is GOING too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, at first, I didn't give a damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT certain circumstances have arisen that I cannot disclose and as the time draws near...it is fucking eating me up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this morning I played out a scenario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I tell the job I need at least 4 days off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say they don't fire my ass for such a request...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I book a room at this cheap ass roach motel they planning the festivities at (The Super 8 Miamisburg Dayton South Area, OH @ 155 Monarch Lane)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say I get a round-trip ticket for an 18 hour bus ride from New York to Dayton for only 90 dollars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get CLOSE, but STILL too far.  The greyhound station is right smack in the middle of Dayton, and Miamisburg is a bit South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cab seems outta the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lies the dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD try to call one of my cousins in Centerville and see if one of them could possibly drive me the rest of the way....but what are the odds in THAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta think of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alternate private Bus line that can take me closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN EXERCISING THIS?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I can't even stand OHIO (No offense), nothing out there but land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was out there 4 years ago, the place was more deserted than the place Kanye did that video for "Can't tell me Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but nothing for all the eyes NOT to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get off this site...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-6119149452034536785?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/6119149452034536785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=6119149452034536785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6119149452034536785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/6119149452034536785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrrrrrrhomer-smash.html' title='&quot;GRRRRRRR...HOMER SMASH!!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-938445744828044137</id><published>2007-09-03T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:26:53.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Would everyone jus SHUT THE HELL UP!?!?!?"</title><content type='html'>Man, it wasn't for me and Vix getting to know each other, I'd be one grumpy mutha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR of my co-workers on the job are all returning to college this month.  All they keep talking about is books and classes and shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking how left out I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's a good I have Vix to distract me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors of a shakeup on the job as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're eliminating the 3rd shift and plan on having people come in at different times on different days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you're working 4pm-12pm, another 10pm-6am or 9pm-5am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also plan to Cross-train the Scanners with the "Production" group (Which consist of Copy Operators and other various imaging processors).  There won't be anymore "4 Hour" work days when there's no work.  Scanning helps Production when they have nothing to do and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the Production operators HAVE already been infiltrating the ranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come over, don't know their ass from them elbow and mess up all the work!  They're almost a bad as the Scanning 3rd Shift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change was intended to happen after Labor Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens when I go back in Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the holiday here, we're finally saying "Good bye and get ready for School" to Baby Girl as she's been pestering us as we babysit when we can while Psycho-Lesbo-Sis keeps working in the Parks till who-knows-when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the bright idea of seeing "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are looking so grown it's insulting my intelligence to believe they supposed to be adolescences.  Still the storyline building for the last 3 books with the whole "Harry/Voldermolt Connection" seems dark enough to pique my interest.  The movie's greatest aspect thou was the introduction of some new supportive characters that I believe have bigger roles in the last two stories.  I admire the imagination they used to bring Nymphadora Tonks and Bellatrix Lestrange to life.  The feisty multi-hair colored shape shifter and the disturbed witch stood out despite limited screen time (I think I jus have a thing for Helena Bonham Carter since "Fight Club").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great movie special effects-wise (No TRANSFORMERS thou) and the build up for the next one has been set.  The movie was equivalent to "Star Wars" with "Half-Blood Prince" looking to be "The Empire Strikes Back" of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM seemed completely lost in the movie due to her barely remembering "The Goblet of Fire", I warned her she should have did a recap, but I don't think we had a copy of the movie at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie, Psycho-Lesbo-Sis was waiting for us after getting off work.  We all took the train back home and went our separate ways uptown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, me and Vix hit the community chat room early for some banter with the masses.  We're practically keeping our developing relationship a DEEP secret ala Jay-Z and Beyonce with very few members suspecting a thing.  But there are occasional moments when we BOTH submit to flirting with other members within the room and suspicion gets the best of us.  Some MORE than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both putting up fronts, trying NOT to admit to much that we might be falling for each other.  And while the moment of truth arrives when we actually meet...There are occasional confrontations between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:"You're going around being the social butterfly you are, flirting like Paris Hilton, talkin' about these "Meet and Greets" coming up and I'M stand back holding the bag looking Brad Pitt babysitting the rugrats at home as you're Off to the Races!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER:"Well, you're fronting like you falling head over heels for for me, while you're no Angel yourself...who are YOU to bring up what am I doing, you can't Control Me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:"I"m NOT trying to control you, you're free to do whatever you want, but you don't need to throw it in my face how rambunctious you are all the time, be the eye-candy all you want, but admit you're thinking about ME more than anyone else!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER:"I AM thinking about you, I'm falling for you hard, but I'm scared that as strong are you're coming on, it's only an infatuation and it will fade and you will change, I don't wanna free-fall and completely submit myself if there's a chance I'll fall flat on my face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:"It's MORE than that and you know it!  How can you say it will fade when everything I've learned about you draws me closer to wanting to be with you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're like Venus and Serena out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a matter of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hold my tongue, not get jealous and let her be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to play Hard-to-get while leading towards the point of judgment will depend on our first meeting all while still playing cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure, it's just Lust, it's just Sex...Love will build and develop after...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A worried look* grows slowly on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-938445744828044137?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/938445744828044137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=938445744828044137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/938445744828044137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/938445744828044137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/09/would-everyone-jus-shut-hell-up.html' title='&quot;Would everyone jus SHUT THE HELL UP!?!?!?&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-4711968388499002670</id><published>2007-08-30T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:07:30.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling..."</title><content type='html'>8:42pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming in from outside after eating Lunch/Dinner and I step in the office lounge where some other co-workers are chillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my cell phone beeps with a Text-Message alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open it quickly, semi-embarrassed I didn't put it on vibrate and check the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Picture Message (Nothing freaky, jus her in a doorway smiling at the camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh to myself and melt for a moment, then gather my composure as my co-workers start to notice me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One asks "What was THAT all about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shrugged it off and said "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the another decides to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Les, what'd you have for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I go BLANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Duuhhhhhhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD NOT REMEMBER to save my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last half hour, forgotten by a simple picture on a phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I am so STOOPID into this GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna embed the "Clumsy" song from Fergie on this post, but Blogmusik was going under maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I sorta became PE#1 (Public Enemy #1) on the network due to some comments I made (In a fit of rage) in responding to a post Demeaning Men.  I flipped out and Pulled a "Kramer" after someone stated that "Most women are content with having Small Boobs and Flat Booties" (The original post was a "SIZE" issue if you catch my drift...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I (in a fit of rage, without thinking, oh lemme not make excuses...) replied back simply stating "Yeah, WHITE GIRLS!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, and all of sudden, I'm Archie Bunker or George Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, If I offended any of ya'll reading, I apologize, I know PLENTY of white women that are STACKED both ways (Pamela Anderson, Dolly Parton, Drew Barrymore, the Judds (Wyonna and the other one...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment of the response, I had Paris Hilton, The Olsten Twins, Kate Moss, and all them Skinny Chicks in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The responses were unkind, but limited as compared to a full blitz of stones tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lotta people warned me about Speaking your Mind in the Message Boards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile, but the Post that STARTED it all was removed by moderators, but NOT because of the taunt to the men out there, but due to MY comments that apparently sparked a controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a warning, next time, I might get banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I needed a reason to take a break anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But SHE suggested that I jus grow a Thick Skin and be careful next time while still hitting the chatrooms (She misses me so much, she needs me there every night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I was too sensitive anyway like it was a direct attack towards me, but I was responding for ALL Men out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you DON'T JOKE about, damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not gonna get into specifics here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus expect a lil more activity now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do a few &lt;A HREF="http://www.tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;TMI Tuesday&lt;/A&gt; Quizzes or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if anyone has any cool blog topic suggestion (I know, I'll do more pictures!) feel free to drop in some input in the 'ol Suggestion Box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I'm saying "Toodles" instead of "Peace" now, I'm not soft I'm IN LOVE, Damnit!, leave me alone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-4711968388499002670?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/4711968388499002670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=4711968388499002670' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4711968388499002670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/4711968388499002670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-got-me-trippin-stumbling-flippin.html' title='&quot;You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8361450200697471215</id><published>2007-08-28T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:25:08.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr. and Mrs. Smith"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RtQieKqWwlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6tH402_637Y/s1600-h/tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RtQieKqWwlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6tH402_637Y/s320/tower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103742179371041362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay!, I'm here okay!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOREE, If I happened to be a BIT Preoccupied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the words of Peter Parker in Spider Man 3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The suit...the power....It FEELS GOOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on this other network all hours of the day and night, reading Message Board Posts, caming and chatting...and romancing with a special someone. (Tee, hee, hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOD, I can't BEGIN to tell you how we're doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'm NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson from last time, no matter how good this is looking (AND IT'S LOOKING SO GOOD, TOO!) I'm NOT revealing ANYTHING on this blog unless it happened weeks ago...and even THEN, I'll be vague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally TEAR myself away for the moment to do an update post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Baby Girl is back from North Carolina!  And the poor pudgy boo-boo gained 13 pounds tipping the scales at Jaw Dropping 106!  Psycho-Lesbo-Sis was NOT happy at all by that recent predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The weight thing however didn't stop her from throwing yet again another outdoor oriented "High School Musical 2" themed Birthday Party this past weekend (The 25th).  The lil' one turned 9, and even though I wasn't able to attend due to work, with my burned DVD of the movie "Bratz" (Boy wasn't THAT a box office BOMB!) and CD's of the "HSM 2 Soundtrack" I did my fair share of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Mom renewed the LEASE of the place for 2 more years...come the end of 2009...our situations have to be improved a bit or else it's time to go our separate ways.  I only point this out because this school thing was really my last shot and trying make things better and now that's been shot to hell, I'm finally starting to be afraid of my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Meanwhile things couldn't be any EASIER for Psycho-Lesbo-Sis...she finally finalized an apartment deal in a new high-story complex where she and Baby-Girl will share a one bedroom apartment on the 22nd floor somewhere closer in the bronx with Section-8 paying the ENTIRE share of the rent (Fuckin' sonovabitch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, that's about up to date as things are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I apologize for the inactivity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'll Detox from....this other site and be back to normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my cyber-freaking and Fone-Boneing (See "Careless Whisper" post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm SORRY! I can't promise you nothing there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post title would suggest how our relationship is goin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Heavy, Fast Paced, Out of Control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know so very little about each other, but we're CRAZY FOR EACH OTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it MAD LOVE if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like HarleyQuinn and The Joker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some spats, but made up just as fast...and I'm walking in a mine field trying not to fuck this up so quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mark your calender cats and kittens...October 12 to 19th, She's coming to NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all we have planned so far is an innocent Afternoon Picnic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TEST of WILLS has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being the gentleman I AM, have NO plans, intentions or agendas of...how do you say..."Tappin dat Ass" as soon as she arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take it SLOW...Despite the growing amount of Phone Sex we're having!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chastity will NOT allow me to be overtaken by my primal urges...She's starting to mean THAT much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not prejudging her, but early indications are leaning toward her thinking otherwise if our first encounter goes well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:If she's feeling me when we meet...It's ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had made it clear via "Tara Reid-I'mma RAPE ME some MEN" hint-wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wants it, she will BREAK me, and have her way with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may be all like "Begone! Impure Thoughts, Begone, Impure Thoughts!, Thou shat not TEMPT me, Satan!, No, No, No!" fighting it all the way to the bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan to yield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I...care for her TOO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make this turn into a "Boy in every Port" fling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWever, in the long run...will this work if we both fall for each other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8361450200697471215?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8361450200697471215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8361450200697471215' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8361450200697471215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8361450200697471215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-and-mrs-smith.html' title='&quot;Mr. and Mrs. Smith&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RtQieKqWwlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6tH402_637Y/s72-c/tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8572960572346689263</id><published>2007-08-22T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:28:29.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A 1000 Words"</title><content type='html'>Normally I don't do picture posts despite pleas from KimmyK to take zillions of pictures around the city.  All that hard work and no one comments on them.  But in light of recent events it would take my mind off things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RsxX6qqWwdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VOCWbidVTQ8/s1600-h/da_work.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RsxX6qqWwdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VOCWbidVTQ8/s320/da_work.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101549143299899858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Workload.  Boxes lined up in the middle of the room as we take batch by batch and scan them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsxcq6qWweI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LJPgayubPII/s1600-h/IMG00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsxcq6qWweI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LJPgayubPII/s320/IMG00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101554370275099106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my Desk.  Instead of a cubicle, we have long connected desks with machines on them, working side by side, elbow to elbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RsxqGaqWwfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jT3Y2_-2Kf0/s1600-h/IMG00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RsxqGaqWwfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jT3Y2_-2Kf0/s320/IMG00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101569136372662770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Water Truck. Ever wondered how all those trees and potted plants hung on the lamp posts ever get watered?  Why the use the Watering Truck of course!  It drives around the city on its route watering the plants one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx7DKqWwgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6x_nF_1vTv4/s1600-h/chrystler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx7DKqWwgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6x_nF_1vTv4/s320/chrystler.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101587772235760130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe how many times The CHRYSLER Building gets mistaken for the EMPIRE STATE Building, only a TRUE New Yorker can tell the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx9X6qWwhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mRaUnsaSa0I/s1600-h/whut_kind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx9X6qWwhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mRaUnsaSa0I/s320/whut_kind.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101590327741301266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign is posted at a nearby building...I wonder what could be so secretive about a building that would require SUCH high surveillance.  Could it be an CIA Shadow-Ops facility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx-s6qWwiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4GHTdP5jsP0/s1600-h/IMG00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx-s6qWwiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4GHTdP5jsP0/s320/IMG00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101591788030181922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus going home at The HBO Building on 6th Avenue.  It's NOT TV, It's HBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx_KaqWwjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RmZheMMd2qU/s1600-h/IMG00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx_KaqWwjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RmZheMMd2qU/s320/IMG00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101592294836322866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Bus home after a long evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx_laqWwkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jRP73iIdrOo/s1600-h/IMG00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/Rsx_laqWwkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jRP73iIdrOo/s320/IMG00023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101592758692790850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally, a pic in the hallway near the steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8572960572346689263?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8572960572346689263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8572960572346689263' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8572960572346689263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8572960572346689263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/1000-words.html' title='&quot;A 1000 Words&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RsxX6qqWwdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VOCWbidVTQ8/s72-c/da_work.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-7449717211446257778</id><published>2007-08-20T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:26:58.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dreams Die"</title><content type='html'>"You know, you've got this.. fantasy in your head about gettin outta the life and, settin the corporate world on its ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is over, before it began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know it's been awhile...what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm seriously thinking of walking away from all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can keep on rattling on disappointment after disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next 2 years, something drastic has to happen or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*...I don't even know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally went to see the admissions counselor to do my Financial Aid and it turns out, that for a single, male, over the age of 25...I made enough money in 2006 to pay for college WITHOUT any help from the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A BIG FAT ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubkes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya' on yer own, sport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what other options were there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stafford Loans, some other loan, and a Salle Mae Loan which my credit wasn't good enough to qualify for without a co-signer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS mind you all calculating for the FIRST TWO semesters/One Year and then come next year I'd have to apply again and depending on if I made MORE or LESS money THIS year compared to last, I'd probably get denied again and HAVE to take out MORE loans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're talking 32,000-38,000 dollars in loans here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is a nice institution, something I could have used back in '93 when I was fresh outta High School, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with a promise of a high-paying job, I'm not going Balls Deep into Debt without ANY fucking help from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the guy, I'd talk to my mom about co-signing the Salle Mae loan, but I knew right there and then I wasn't coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home, brought a medium pizza from Dominoes and sulked the rest of the day away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was a good thing I never took the tour of the school...it doesn't hurt that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told MOM the news she couldn't help to point out that this was The Second time I tried to go back and got caught up in the money aspect.  I had forgotten all about the Chubb Institute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can REALLY kick someone when their down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked good in the beginning, but as it drew closer I jus didn't see it happening anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like LUKE and YODA in 'Empire'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Don't...I don't believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That...Is why you Fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch it over to Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT NOW?, I tell ya What Now?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've counted 382 hours so far working on this job since May, 500 and I'm on the payroll.  That won't get me a raise, but at least I'll get paid holidays (Thanksgiving and Christmas), so 120 or so hours at 35 a week adds up to about one more month, end of September or Early October at the latest.  Then I got a 3 month Probation Period, if that goes good I become legit and get my first raise, then we talk Yearly Reviews which lead to a raise each year depending on performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stick it out and see what's what, god forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM's getting older and getting pissed with her job and I'm starting to see some gray hairs at the sides of her temples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she wants to do is quit her job, take care of kids at home and wait for Social Security to kick in at 60(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we're dependent on each other, I'm starting to realize it'd be better if I just leave her to enjoy her final years stress free without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 32 next year and my life just has no meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as hopeless and unobjective as I was after High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus gotta live things Day to Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave now, quoting the everlasting wisdom of Marge Simpson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aim low, kids...So low no one will notice it when you fail, if you're looking for butter it's underneath my face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-7449717211446257778?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/7449717211446257778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=7449717211446257778' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7449717211446257778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/7449717211446257778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/dreams-die.html' title='&quot;Dreams Die&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-2811341486064563656</id><published>2007-08-14T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:23:55.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Careless Whisper..."</title><content type='html'>She called at 4:10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been chatting online thru yahoo for like two hours before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing recent erotic dreams and fantasies we've been having about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exchange usually led to additional episodes of mental imagery whist in slumber, which was an early sign of mutual admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had previously called her at 10pm, only to receive her voicemail as she was partaking in a long distance call to her family here in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was planning the early stages of her trip, which I can only will be Very, Very Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after leaving the message on her voicemail, I moved on to the network chatroom we both patron every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had arrived mere seconds apart, justifying how in sync we appear to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She appraised me of her situation (the call.) and eventually went "idle" within the room, while I did my best to entertain the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her call was completed, she suggested that we retire from the room and go to Yahoo to chat 1-to-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have to tell me twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to 4:10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cell phone vibrated, and I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to hear her sexy voice again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept the conversation light as I queried the well-being of her recuperating mother (Who she was attending to) as well as herself.  I let her tell me about her family in the city, absorbing every detail possible and recording it for mental storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the conversation, she had to occasionally stretch and adjust herself due to constraints to her back from her massive bosoms.  The moans and grunts grew intense at time and they were starting to arouse me endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became quiet between us and I couldn't help to ponder What Exactly could she be doing at her side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conversation to a slight segue to masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very understanding with this topic as I confessed to her that some of these fantasies I've been recently developing has resulted in me experiencing some "Release Therapy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk had once again stirred a rise outta me along with her fits of moaning and adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night slowly turned to daybreak, I outright asked her about her thoughts and actions at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our voices dwindled to mere whispers as it soon became apparent, and I couldn't resist temptation anymore myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, our soft outbursts started to answer each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your condition must be contagious" I joked as I countered her erotic moans with my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are YOU doing?" she would ask, and I'd reply innocently, "Nothing." and then she'd replied "I don't believe you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playful banter went back and forth as both our moans grew louder and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the grunts, we spoke in barely audible whispers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" she'd ask again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" I attempted to reply innocently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, maybe I'm doing SOMEthing." I finally admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether she wanted to disclose or not, I KNEW it was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our moans of desire sang to each other.  We went back and forth at a steady pace, building to the momentarily climax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of passion and at her mercy, I whispered her name over and over again, willing myself to her submission...until I couldn't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My explosion came with a satisfying grunt and I became slowly drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed her name one last time and she giggled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sticky..." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acknowledged me with an inaudible response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LIKE you so much, I'm SO feeling you..." I poured my heart out to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 6:10am, the sun with beginning to brighten the horizon sky and I felt so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to sleep, now." I announced, "I'm gonna have another dream about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then?" asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I might take care of myself again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at the private joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You my Heart, mami..." I said aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I say that, I hope you know what that really means..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do." she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna go now." I said, not really knowing how to end the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and said "Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked my cell closed, and let my hand go limp and fall to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fixed on the ceiling, my body relaxed and exhausted...all except one part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was still erect and on attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes slowly closed and I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-2811341486064563656?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/2811341486064563656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=2811341486064563656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2811341486064563656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/2811341486064563656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/careless-whisper.html' title='&quot;Careless Whisper...&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-5531213615466103237</id><published>2007-08-13T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:40:30.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Games people Play"</title><content type='html'>What's the number one issue among relationships today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHONE TAG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaddamit of a cross, why the f*ck can't woman pickup the phone and call someone OR stay the hell put and be there to receive a call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit I SHOULDN'T EVEN be POSTING this on HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT GIVING YA'LL MORE INFO to mess this up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus SHUT-It-Up-SHUT-it-APP-SHAT-IT-UPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*POUNDING PILLOW on the Bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-5531213615466103237?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/5531213615466103237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=5531213615466103237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5531213615466103237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/5531213615466103237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/games-people-play.html' title='&quot;Games people Play&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-9101807973831103906</id><published>2007-08-10T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:13:23.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Collision Course"</title><content type='html'>There are 3 railroad tracks in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them carries a Multi-car train led by a Locomotive going 80 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track one: The Girl - Been talking to her online non-stop, shared secrets, divulged personal information, talked on the phone and even had a dream about her once.  She in turn is going thru the same thing on her side...we're so sprung over each other it borderlining on scary.  Now, you'd think my stupid ass would LEARN from LEELOO and shut the hell up about the developing possible relationship...But, I can't...I Got it BAD, Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track two: The School - There's been...A DEVELOPMENT.  Admissions have tried to contact my High School for proof I graduated (Transcript, Diploma, etc...) but there's been no reply...The DAMN SCHOOL is closed for renovation, WTF!  I was contacted and told, I haven't been accepted yet (Despite a form letter I received about classes starting Sept. 4th) that I would need to send them something.  With my diploma still in limbo, all I had was an incomplete copy of my Transcript that only reads 38 (of 40) credits.  I faxed that over to them and then received a letter supposedly accepting me finally, but there's a good chance it's not official yet.  All this going on and I've yet to start the whole damn financial aid process!  The more I try to visualize this happening, the more it appears that it's NOT gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track three: The Job - I'm the last of the Mohicians.  This month so far, three co-workers have had their Evaluation Reviews (followed by a raise probably) and one made her 500 hour commitment to GoodTemps thus has been hired on permanently.  I'm the last temp there and may break 500 by Late September early October tops.  Should I stay the course and hope this stays stable for a couple of years and THEN think about school?  There's been a development that intrigues me.  The 3rd Shift have become an Running Gag of the company.  Everyone sees them as this "Breakfast Club" bunch of misfits and fuck-ups that can't even scan the simplest jobs correctly.  They're regarded as a laughing stock, but then everyone gets pissed when they have fix their work.  They have developed a reputation so large, if a important rush job comes in during the evening they are instructed NOT to touch.  So what I'm thinking is, if 3rd Shift is such a group of idiots, why don't they fire them all and start fresh?!?!?  Find a candidate from 1st or 2nd shift and ask them to transfer over and restart a new crew.  But then they say "They don't wanna fire them all, some of them know people, their jus old people or people with other jobs", making all sorts of excuses, and plus, nobody wants to leave their shift.  All this, I can't help thinking..."I can do it..."  We'll see what happens when I make my 500 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all that's on my mind...I'm on the verge on burning myself out.  With so much going on and the impeding...September promises to be an interesting month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-9101807973831103906?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/9101807973831103906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=9101807973831103906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/9101807973831103906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/9101807973831103906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/collision-course.html' title='&quot;Collision Course&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-3616722287729470861</id><published>2007-08-08T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:49:06.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"History."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RrleyDi2Q6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7UOWOifjXls/s1600-h/bonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RrleyDi2Q6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7UOWOifjXls/s320/bonds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096208667384365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying this once, and then I'm done with this whole damn issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY reason why everyone's so pissed that BONDS surpassed Aaron with 756 Despite the Steroids issue is because he's BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it'd be José Canseco or Mark McGuire they'd be adopted as American's Second Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Sosa was getting close, they would have deported his ass back to DR or the government would have stepped in and declared him an enemy of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Frank Thomas somehow got close, they would have dug up some steroid shit on him (Nobody even CARES whether he shot up or not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny Ramirez or A-Rod, Same thing, something would come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this ain't even NEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think when Aaron SET the record, all those white people were happy he was breaking Babe Ruth's 714?  Aaron got death threats and all kinds of hell, BUT there was nothing they could do to TAINT the achievement on...damnit if they didn't TRY thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the way things are now, I hate to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonds need to retire after this, tour Africa, get a big ass parade (ala Ali becoming World Champion) and withdraw from the public light.  He probably won't get in the Hall of Fame, and I KNOW they gonna wanna put an Asterisk next to his final number of Home Runs, but you know what?  It don't matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negro did the damn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't take it away from him, no matter how much you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Another thing!...THE ONLY reason why Aaron himself is denouncing Bonds on some Black on Black crime tip is he's getting pressured to speak out against him by the white baseball officials or he'd probably lose his position in the Atlanta Braves Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside he don't give a F*ck what Bonds was pumping, Records are made to get broken...Deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slams the mic down on the floor and steps off his Soapbox*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-3616722287729470861?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/3616722287729470861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=3616722287729470861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3616722287729470861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/3616722287729470861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/history.html' title='&quot;History.&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SitnyWUiegw/RrleyDi2Q6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/7UOWOifjXls/s72-c/bonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-8942303304741914896</id><published>2007-08-07T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:26:18.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Been so LOOOONG!...Tag! I'm IT!!!"</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of KimmyK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my refrigerator:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pitcher of Kool-aid&lt;br /&gt;2. Minute Maid Tropical Punch&lt;br /&gt;3. Six Bottle of Poland Spring Water&lt;br /&gt;4. 2 Cans of Canada Dry Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;5. A stick of Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my car: (Don't have a car so I'mma list 5 annoying things in a typical subway car...)&lt;br /&gt;1. An Asswipe with a 10-Speed&lt;br /&gt;2. 40 Bad Ass Teenagers on a YMCA Day Camp trip&lt;br /&gt;3. Some jerk-off who's eating a full course meal of fast food, smelling up the damn car making everybody hungry&lt;br /&gt;4. At least 4 HUGE baby strollers that take up too much space anywhere&lt;br /&gt;5. Four lame-ass Street Dancer, 3 Corny ass African Drum Players, a husband and wife couple that play the piano and flute and start their song..."It ain't no joke, man we Broke!" AND at least 20 sorry ass beggars that if they were barefoot and given a pair of fuckin shoes would STILL be barefoot the next day cuz they sold those shoes for drugs or alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my purse or backpack: (I have unisex man-purse thingy that came from MOM's sewing kit, I BORROWED it when I was going thru Metal Detectors at the UN)&lt;br /&gt;1. 6 SD Memory Cards for my MP3 Player&lt;br /&gt;2. A Rubber Thimble&lt;br /&gt;3. A staple remover that looks a Pen Knife that we Nickname "A Shovel"&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 Pens&lt;br /&gt;5. 2 AAA batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in my closet:&lt;br /&gt;1. Boxes of Comic Books and Important Papers (Paytsubs from jobs, Tax Returns, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;2. An unopened bottle of Trimspa to signify it's failure and my failed attempt&lt;br /&gt;3. My Fedora I have yet to wear preserved in a Hat Box(I'm waiting to rock it when I'm 40)&lt;br /&gt;4. My Busted Ass Air Conditioner from when I lived in the Bronx and it was cool to have one, but can't use in THIS building cuz they'll Jack up the rent 300 more a month!&lt;br /&gt;5. 6 pairs of Handcuffs (Don't Ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things in the world I want to see before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Baby Girl Graduate from College&lt;br /&gt;2. The Eagles win the Super Bowl&lt;br /&gt;3. The Oakland A's with the World Series&lt;br /&gt;4. The sun rise in Africa&lt;br /&gt;5. The Pilot episode of "Call Numbers" premiere on Network Television (and maybe a "Bionic Six" Live Action Film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 People to Tag: (nobody, the ones I would pick have been tagged or wouldn't do it)&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-8942303304741914896?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/8942303304741914896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=8942303304741914896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8942303304741914896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/8942303304741914896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-so-loooongtag-im-it.html' title='&quot;Been so LOOOONG!...Tag! I&apos;m IT!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-305351649528051258</id><published>2007-08-06T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:10:18.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"...but unfortunately I need someone who can do this under 60 seconds!"</title><content type='html'>As if things weren't complicated enough...there's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my late night online addiction, I've recently received a Letter from the School I'm trying to go back to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I'm In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes Start September 4th (SO SOON!?!?!?) and I gotta get some items together if I'm gonna make it that first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providing now, how we're IN AUGUST!  Less than 30 days here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clock IS Ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a WILD guess what these items are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 150 Deposit towards tuition and books&lt;br /&gt;2. My Immunization Medical Records or form that state I've had my shots recently.&lt;br /&gt;3. My High School Transcript&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;4. My High School Diploma (WHICH I STILL CAN'T FIND!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter doesn't even mention, But I'm sure I'll need to have my Financial Aid paperwork completed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, how can they jus SPRING this on a brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm tearing the house apart, trying to find everything and going crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-305351649528051258?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/305351649528051258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=305351649528051258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/305351649528051258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/305351649528051258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-unfortunately-i-need-someone-who.html' title='&quot;...but unfortunately I need someone who can do this under 60 seconds!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10545736.post-1582214378581877008</id><published>2007-08-06T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:52:22.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Call me Jason Borne becuase now you see me, now you Don't!!"</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I've been slackin off lately on the posts, but damn, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Amy Whinehouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown&lt;br /&gt;Its got me addicted, does more than any dick did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cept that last bit on the end there (Oooh, she so NASTY, I LOVE IT!...LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my addiction of choice you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I'm not going to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least not until this next harlot comes into my life and rips my heart out a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus like Fling.com, and AdultFriendFinder, and Wildmatch.com, yadda, yadda, yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOhhh, This lovely down in Miami is SO VERY GADDAMN FINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES KimmyK I got that damn Will Smith song in my head now, THANK YOU very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell she's outta my league, thou...she's jus TOO DAMN FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm reminded of Sean Kingston's song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're just too Beauuuuuuutiful Girl, That's why it'll never work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing the convo thing, planing a get together when she eventually decides to visit New York apparently next month (She got fam here...) we seem to have a lot in common that it's scary (I know I say that shit about everyone I try to hook up with...) but as this is going on...other haters within the chat community are trying to vie for her attention...calling her out and trying lock her down for their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's not even being committal to anyone, she jus talking and showing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some men get all gassed up, act a fool and think they can tell a girl what to do and who to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT what separates the MEN from these inginit ass BOYZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm buying my time, laying in the cut and we'll see who's left standing when the dust settles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the minute I get home these days, I'm off to the races and checking nowhere else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading no blogs, not even using StumbleUpon anymore!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jus CHILLIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even attached a MIC so I can talk! (and ya'll know I hate the sound of my voice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting, caming, till damn near the sun comes up around 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is starting to take it's toll, cuz I'm nodding off at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth will be here soon enough thou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'm planning of making a new section for the left panel of "Greatest or Memorable Posts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Best of Fraiser Craine" you might say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fuller material to re-read or re-live till I get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10545736-1582214378581877008?l=jetblack825.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/feeds/1582214378581877008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10545736&amp;postID=1582214378581877008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1582214378581877008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10545736/posts/default/1582214378581877008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jetblack825.blogspot.com/2007/08/call-me-jason-borne-becuase-now-you-see.html' title='&quot;Call me Jason Borne becuase now you see me, now you Don&apos;t!!&quot;'/><author><name>Les</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06718679303959941735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SitnyWUiegw/R8zT_fdJxhI/AAAAAAAAASI/gkWYVRFcAIM/S220/PDR_0011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
