Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joy. Show all posts

Just let me do what I need to


This post could get real deep, real fast but...well let me stop there. Everything I write has that potential. What I mean to say here is that no single piece of television has influenced my life quite the way Breaking Bad has. The characters all make me hate them and then respect them or some iteration thereof. I honestly have to say I can't tell you how realistic the show is due to my limited experience in the drug game but I can vouch with absolute certainty that the lessons the show teaches are beneficial in the life game. I mean lets take Marie, Walt's sister in law. She is a kleptomaniac, she's selfish, and she can be irrational. She also is loving and devoted. Her man was gunned down by some hitmen working for the Juarez cartel and instead of being consumed by fear **coughmomcough** she stepped up her expectations of herself and everyone around her. Of course to an equally irrational level as you'd expect but still no bed was too comfy and no silverware was too clean. She fought and advocated for her man and best of all...She was there to kick his ass when he didn't want to work. When he had given up on himself she reminded him there were those who looked up to him and relied on him. The scene is perfect because it actually illustrates a piece of advice I've given several of my girlfriends*. (*Not lady callers, female amigos.)



"Whenever you want to say something and be sure your guy hears you, make sure you're gripping his balls when you say it." I guarantee with 100% certainty that even if your man is dumb enough to not do it, he will be able to recite word for word what you told him. If by chance he doesn't recall then guess what...He's not your man.

If you're curious, the scene revolves around Hank not wanting to get out of the hospital because he was embarrassed to need help walking. She was giving him a bed bath and decided to take things beneath the sheets. She dared him that if she could get him chubby then he would have to agree to come home. Like a fool he tried to get out of the bet, but talk about bets you simply cannot lose. So he gives her one minute to try and stroke his pole into tent making status and sits back daring her to succeed. To his shock and hers the lil' soldier stood at attention like we all knew it would! Smash cut to the next scene and he is being wheeled out and right behind him with a smile of perfect content is his woman. Kudos to you madam. You may be a thieving, whiny, bitch most episodes, second only to your sister Skylar (more on that hoe later) in Cuntiness. But this day you stood tall and proud as you helped your man...also stand tall and proud. {Sidenote: the only true place for a HJ is the hospital...or the movies #worksforme #truestory} The list of derogatory terms for this is long and colorful. Bottom bitch, main hoe, down as broad. But I reject those mainly because they're demeaning but also not fully accurate. She in that moment was more like the team captain.

Not always the star player, but someone EVERYBODY listens to. She saw the star of the team moping and did what had to be done, not just to pleasure this guy but also to get the team back on track. For any of you who are athletically inclined this is the role Derek Fisher plays for the Lakers. Probably the only one who has a shot in hell of getting Kobe to even acknowledge him in the crunch but still not all that important in the grand scheme.


So you see what just happened there... I wanted to tell a story of how this show in particular makes me feel like no other show (and very few people) have ever made me feel before but instead I got into a 600 word tangent. And this is why I said I couldn't let things get deep. Otherwise I'd still be explaining how there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on all the beaches in the world and what that means about you and me ultimately. But that makes my point in a way now doesn't it. I did and often still do begrudge people based on taste. If you listen to certain music or watch certain shows, I just can't fuck with you. It's not in my nature. But I think I'm starting to relax that stance a bit. I was at a point where even though the drama is entirely constructed within the script and the show fits perfectly together because it is all planned and pre-made... I just couldn't help but be overwhelmed with emotion. And to that end I feel like anyone who can get that same feeling from something needs to indulge and be left to do so in peace. I will most likely still question your ability to be moved by Edward and Bella, or Frodo and Golem but I don't want to deprive anyone of that feeling art can sometimes give us. Goddamn this show is nuts. Catch the Finale this Sunday night.

(You've Got) The Magic Touch
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Told Ya! -The Mgmt. 6/9/10

Here look, I don't want you to see this




When I was happy, I was too busy to write about it. Busy being happy I mean. So if the content of my thoughts are different now it's most likely because I'm mad and ready to tell the world, but that doesn't mean I won't be happy ever again. This world is full of projecting by people in similar situations. Some want to cope with it via Facebook statuses or subliminal tweets. As I scroll my feeds everyday I see these virulent messages; "I am so glad to be done with him!", "Well that was a waste of time", and of course "I'm on to the next one!!" But all this does is sully the experience of being happy for everyone who isn't in the same boat. I dont think relationships are bad and I don't deny that people need to vent so what happy medium could there be?


I find that the line I most readily draw is right between commentary and advice. I fully support everyones right to publicly wish ill and spout negativity as it relates to their own life. I've felt such dark and evil thoughts that I felt I HAD to spew them because they felt toxic to keep inside. Goodness gracious "just get this out and move on" I thought to myself. However when someone wants to say "all women are useless" or "love is for fools" then I have to take issue. I don't want you telling me love sucks..I'm happy loving things. Shoes, fast cars, gummi bears, music....BACON! I love those things. I mean what could be better than being able to feel love, I think it is one of life's small blessings. We love whatever we are drawn to and no one can tell us not to.


So when you get hurt and want to put things up on your public site that work to undo the greatness of something simply because you feel like you no longer have access to it, please just don't. I mean I could give you all twenty straight quotes that detail how love has served to cause nothing but pain and suffering but just like RELIGION often claims to bring a positive influence to peoples live, nothing harmful ever done by the church was done with the intent of bestowing "love". When you get yelled at, or cheated on, or enslaved, or nailed to a cross, it is not because someone doing it loves you. So yes love will blind you, but that's not all loves fault. The inordinate amount of evidence that seems to support the reprobate nature of love is merely because those of us lucky enough to be in a state of bliss are far too busy enjoying that to worry about telling people. It is also the reason conversely that we ALL hate to hear about how happy someone is. I do support the anti-sharing movement. If you and your lover are happy then go be happy. Don't tell me how great it is, don't share the amazing things you do for one another trust me I could care less and if I don't care I doubt anyone cares. My ex said I was too nice to everyone else and not nice enough to her...probably true so trust me I feel confident in saying No.one.wants.to.hear.that.mush.


If anyone is guilty of subliminalities it must be me, but that's because a lot of my messages are always backed up by real world actions. I'd never just threaten or gripe and not act on it. I'm quite certain the people who I hold near and dear to me WISHED i'd only subliminally lash out as I tend to overindulge myself. So please I implore you..let us be done with all that jibba jabba about fools rushing in, or love being for saps. Do you wanna die sad and alone?

In the words of the ever quotable Briana Loca, "I'm not mad at life, just mad at YOUR life."

Fact: If you're drinking Green Beer...we're not friends.


I hope everyone has a good spring break. I'll be spending mine here dealing with some things. I can't wait to be home soon though. It's always funny to me when a drinking holiday comes up because I never know when they are. I think I have more knowledge of Jewish and Islamic holidays than American drinking ones...I think I like it that way too?
It's funny to me how I can feel so bad about things sometimes and then 3 minutes of my day can turn things right around. I hope this video makes you smile just as much as it did me. Thank you Mr. Sandberg. Thank you and your voice Mr. Casablancas..you're such a fucking Rock Star.


There is really only one way to describe last night

It started out like this.




and concluded like so.




"La Petit Mort" makes so much more sense now.

Que Chevere!!!


I think I have solved the mystery of the videos. Please take the time to go back through and check them out now. There are a few gems tucked away in there. Especially the Funny Or Die video featuring Nicole Scherzingfurble from the Pussy Cat Dolls.