Okay, this is pretty cool news for today. After being off the air since 1985, The Electric Company is making a return this fall. I saw in Variety where they'll have kid actors on the show, but the best part was seeing the grown ups. I mean, Morgan Freeman and Bill Cosby were on that show! Joan Rivers, Zero Mostel, Rita Moreno, even Spider-Man was there! Here's one of my favorite bits from the show telling the old joke about the plumber and the parrot. I may have posted this before, but it still makes me laugh to this day.

Labels: television

I know, I know. I'll just try to make it brief, all right?

I saw that My Space has now applets that folks can use. I looked at them and I really think they're cute, but I really don't have time for any of them. I did notice that a few of my pals here have used them and have challenged me to play trivia or Texas Hold 'Em. I'm just too busy to play. Sorry, gang. Dialysis, college, work and stuff. Oh, and the blogs come first.

Now, I do now that there is an applet that lets you buy someone. Really, tat one is just ridiculous. I got a phone call from one guy who said he had just "paid" for me and I thought it was just goofy, especially who the buyer was. Suddenly, I noticed that I was being "bought" by other people. Here's my thing, and maybe I may sound picky about it but what do I get out of being bought? WHERE'S MY PIECE? I mean, you bums may be thinking you're getting something good, but I am not seeing one dime out of it. Hell, if you really want to make this good, GET ME A FRICKIN' KIDNEY SO I CAN LEAD A SEMI-NORMAL LIFE AGAIN. I mean, I feel like these boobs are trying to pimp me out. And no, I will not buy you, dear reader. Think about that for a moment as I ease into the next subject.

I don't know what got into the water, but I have been hearing the "N" word lately, and not just from stupid assed strangers, but from folks I know. I guess most of you know me by now and know that I really don't like that word. I mean, slavery's over, Rosa Parks sat in the front seat, Martin marched, Malcolm yelled, Hank got 715 and now we could have a Black president soon. I think the time for the use of the word is done, at least with me. I tire of hearing the word and not jst from my own race. From folks I know and trust. I don't care whether how it's said, with an "r" at the end or an "a". I am sick of hearing it come from anyone's mouth. That being said, this is how I will handle it. As before in a previous post, I said goodbye to some of the drama in my life and haven't looked back. I am now officially getting rid of the "N" word in my life. If you are my friend, I hope that you will never use that word in my presence EVER again. This goes to everyone, Black, Asian, Hispanic, or White. To my Black, African-American, Sepia, whatever we've decided on, I know that we kinda use it when no one else is around. But just even saying it in private gets us in trouble. I know what Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle said. But that just gave every White frat boy a reason for them to tell the bit to their buddies. Let's just keep it down. I'm looking at you, Lil' Wayne.

As for the rest of you races, I'm telling you now to just stop it. Some of you think I'm talking about you and maybe I am. Let's face facts that I'm not the the stereotypical Black man. Hell yeah, I can belt out Skynard some nights better that what's on tour now. Right, I don't let my pants sag below my ass, I don't drive a pimped out ride, I can work an Hip Hop and R&B Leader just as mush as I can work Savannah's Best Rock and you wouldn't know the difference. I am not a White guy trapped inside of a Black man, which I do truthfully joke about. But I do know the truth that I am a Black man who has busted his hump and did so much to make sure that he doesn't become a thug, a pimp, or a hustler just like his father was. I am proud of my race and at the same time it angers me to see what has become of some of it. I hope that one day, as people are becoming more and more multicultural and the races are mixing together more often, we can all become a people of change and hope. Sorry, I guess you can see who I'm rooting for, but it is what it is.

To wrap this all up, I am glad that you all are my friends. I hope you understand why I don't use the applets and will never buy, sell or trade anyone for a profit. If you are truly my friend, you will understand and respect my wishes. If not, when why were we even friends in the first place? I hope it was for all the right reasons.

Labels: my life, My Space, racism

M is for the Many times she made me get my lazy ass out of bed to get an education.

O is for the fact that she was Only the best cook in the world.

T is for Trying her damndest to raise nine kids on her own and she did wonderfully.

H is for putting up with all the Hell we raised and the Hell she raised back when we messed up badly.

E is for Everyday that she would hug us when we were good and scold us when we screwed up.

R is for, in my opinion Really, the greatest woman that ever walked the face of the Earth and beyond.

Put it all together and they spell Sara Elizabeth Gordon, my mother. She's gone but never forgetten. Thanks, mom.

By the way, if you forget to get your mom a gift today, you can use this post as a letter for her. You unoriginal boob. Next year, get her a diamond to make up for it big time.

Labels: family, my life

I originally sent this letter out to Tina a few days ago. It was so good, I'd thought I'd share it with you today.

Because I am lazy.

Today started out rough. I mean, rough. I was feeling down and I really needed to cheer up. I hate my online classes and it was driving me crazy. While I was in the car, I talked to God and Mama, as I like to do a lot of these days. I told them my problem and asked if they could let me know everything is gonna be alright.other than that,I went on with my day. New comics came in into the store today and I got to joke around with all my pals at The Comic Box like I do every week. wen chat about nerd stuff and who can beat who every week, which is always fun.

At one point, I was joking around with one of the guys and I told him I would sock him in the nose. The guy said, "You know, if you hit me there, you would actually kill me", as nerds secretly know fifty ways to kill a guy, but are too scared to do something about it. That's when I said, "I got nothing to lose". Afterwards, someone who overheard me said, "Sir, you are a
dangerous man." To which I stated, "You know, I literally at death's door three times a week. I guess if I go, I gotta go." At that point, I became okay with my own mortality for the very first time. Everything is cool. If you die, you die. It may not be in the game plan, but it is what it it. But until then, all you gotta do is keep on moving.

My mind still lingered on taking a break from college for a quarter when I got to work, and I talked it out with Damien's girlfriend Nichole. She was right when she told me that if I've gotten this far and I shouldn't stop now or else I'll become Jan and quit and never go back when you could have a degree. I just needed to be sure that I would be okay.

I left work and rushed to the college as I had to be there at six for a test. I worked on the notes at work and was prepared. As soon as I walked in, folks were already started, so my teacher Mr. Cone gave me my copy of the test and I started as quick as I could. Before you knew it, after thirty questions, I was done before everyone in the class. I was the last to enter and the first to leave. Sweet.

Then, i saw one of my classmates Denise and she had asked if I had seen another classmate named Will, to which I told her that I didn't. Denise said she was looking for to see if he could change her tire since she had a flat. I told her I was offended because I may look like a geek, but I can change a tire. She showed me her car and the flat on the driver's backside and changed it in fifteen minutes, all while the class was on a break. We noticed that her donut tire was flat, so I told her to go to the nearest gas station to get some air to make sure it was good. After the class, I followed her to the air pump at Enmark on Waters where we filled it up, but sadly there was a leak in that tire was well. I advised her to buy a can of FIX-A-FLAT which you spray into the tire, covers the inside of the rim with adhesive and air until you can get to a tire store. We got it and it worked and we were both getting ready to leave when all of a sudden a man in a white truck asked us if we had I flat tire and I explained to him the situation. He said that he could fix the first flat by plugging the hole and he had the stuff in his truck. When I asked him how much would it cost to do it, he said that it's no cost and that he was just paying it forward. I looked at Denise and said, "Today was your day for good blessings". I drove off knowing that she was in safe hands.

So, what have I learned today? Simple: To don't give up, don't look back, and always give forward. It's the best feeling in the world.

Oh, and I decided to return for Summer quarter.

Labels: my life

Most of you readers here @ Sam-a-rama may or may not know that I usually run the same posts here or on the My Space site to get readers on both ends. Sometimes, I'll run a special post that only runs there or vice-versa. On Sunday, it was a very personal post there. By the time most read the last post, they said, "Oh, crap. Sam used the F-word. He must be pissed." Well, at the time that I wrote it, which was 4am on a late Saturday night, I was. I had an incident happen to me that involved someone I cared deeply about who sadly went off the deep end when all that should have happened was that they should have walked away from their problem and just try to enjoy themselves. Instead, they let pride be their downfall and caused major embarrassment. At first, I felt at fault because my friend didn't listen to me and I couldn't reign them in. Then I realized that they were on their own and there was nothing I could really do about it. When it was all said and done, even the police want anything to do with it. It was a mess the entire way all around and yes, alcohol was involved. Yes, the F-word I used in that post was the word "friends".

I don't think that posting all the details of what happened will solve anything from that night. Like I said before, it was messy. But, it did involve someone I liked very much. However, that person had way too much drama in their lives. I mean we all do, and sometimes people inflate it way too much to the point to where it can sometimes take over their lives, which is not for the best. I know that I have mine, but I've learned from other people who are my friends to just shake it off and just keep moving. That is not just some line Matthew McConeghey just throws out there. It's true. If you just keep your head straight and let things pass quietly, your life will be less stressful and more peaceful. I've had to learn that over the years and I fell much better for it. However, my friend did not and went through what I saw as a meltdown that wasn't needed. This is why I wrote what I did. No apologies whatsoever.

As for my friend, in truth I don't think we'll be friends anymore, at least at this time or anytime to be determined. As I stated in the post, I really sorry but I don't have time to rally around something that's not worth fighting for, including a fight. I was that way a long time ago and I'm older now and those days of being a two-fisted, crossed-eyed punk looking for trouble. I'm older, wiser, and quite truthfully, my feet hurt. I've had to learn to live alone and face my own drama head on and I have come out the better for it. It may even be the reason that I'm single now, but when it comes to having to hear from someone about how life sucks and they don't do anything about it to solve their own problems and expect me to sit there and listen and take it, then I have to pass.

Also as in the last post, I will not mention any names. This goes to everyone out there who can't take care of themselves and expect someone else to just take pity. There's nothing wrong with having a shoulder to lean on, but when you put your back out trying to hold another person up is hell and I can't do that anymore. I'm not addressing on person here, but I am addressing those that I do know who are Oscar winners when it comes to the dramamtic: STOP IT. It does no good to you and in the end because you bring it on yourself and you wnat everyone to suffer with you. Either it is a lousy job, an abusive relationship, even the guy who serves you the wrong coffee. FIX IT. It doesn't take bitching and moaning. It doesen't take screaming or violence. It takes a clear head. Once you have that, then everything else will work out fine and no more drama. in closing, to those of you I've lost as friends because of this one post, then I say once again "Good luck, good night and God Bless". I really do hope that you get your life in order and things will one day become better for you. Then maybe one day, once you have your life in order, maybe we'll see how I willl fit into your life as a friend, if I decide to take that road once again.

Labels: friends, my life