Saddam Hussein: American Scapegoat

Saddam, honestly buddy you're the end of a long line of dictators who lived in a dickish opulance. For those who don't know he's being hung tonight. And you did a better job running Iraq than we did. While he may have killed alot of his own people, we did our part in doing the same. So let us take a moment to remember this guy. All the good times where he helped us and the other times where he didn't. So let us all remember this douche of douches, and raise a glass to how he did a better job holding Iraq together than we can ever dream of doing on our own. (Go ahead and prove me wrong America!)
Salud.

dying in this dead city

the academy and the gallery. both places reside my two jobs. one is where i've been a teacher for four years and the other is my future career, a hairstylist. both of these occupations involve social activity and i'm good at it. that is, i should be.
then how come i can't socialize with my own peers? the older i get, the more anxious i get when i go out, even when i know everyone. in the past i had scoffed at my friend when he was faced with anxiety, i know, me=hypocrite. but it was pretty bad tonite. bad enough that i couldn't even leave my seat to go home because i didn't want to walk through the crowd. i even went so far as to hide under my humongous scarf, which perhaps attracted more attention than i had desire for.
the fact that i'd rather sit at home staring at my burnt sienna wall, than to hang out where there are large groups of people, is really absurd. And! i knew most everyone there, like them, and could talk to them........ that is, if it were one on one. ABSURD! absolutely!. it doesn't make any sense. i've even been to parties where most of the same people were there and felt little or no anxiety. i go to movies by myself, eat at restaurants by myself, i tell ya, little or no anxiety. strange, right? i can't figure it out.

the funniest part about all this?--that i love to travel by myself and if you stick me in a setting where i know no one, i am fine and at ease.
do i need to leave this dead city? is that what my heart is telling me? is it because i'm tired?
27 years. is a long time to be here in this dead city.
but really, i love so many parts of this dying city.

footloose is on as i'm writing this and it makes me feel better.

summoner geeks

why we hate cops......and don't need them

So I was thinking on what I wanted my first post to be about, it didn't take me too long. I fucking hate cops!! Moreover, I hate what they represent; the only thing they "protect and serve" are the rich and powerful and their property. They don't give a shit about you or me (unless you have a lot of money, if so , can I borrow some?) . And if you happen to have a skin tone darker than a shade of pink you're really fucked! The cops are no better than the supposed criminals they are trying to protect us from. I think most folks have some stories about their encounters with the police , and I bet that most of those stories have various 4-letter words thrown about in their description of said encounters. Now I don't consider myself to be a very violent person but, I have never met a cop that I didn't want to punch square in the throat. This isn't necessarily new ground that I hope we are going to cover, I just think it would be interesting to gather various stories about people's brushes with those lovely protectors of state. So post/comment your best cop stories . From there I'd like to start talking about how we talk to the cops when we meet one of those little piggies on the street or when in their custody. Finally I'd like to talk about ways in which we can lessen (better yet eliminate) police involvement in our lives .

sleepy spudgy

this is the cutest thing ever, if you don't think so, well you are not even human. It's a dog trying to stay awake when he's really tired.

age of descent....

i'm not sure how many of you are aware of this, but we are regressing back to a time where existed the worst of racism. my students, predominately black and puerto rican, talk about how they hate the whites integrating into their school system. their argument (which by the way is the same as mine, but from a different standpoint) is that "what does education have to do with race?" therefore, they want to segregate the schools so, that they can be comfortable with their peers. and yet, they do not think that they are close minded and racist for thinking the way they do. according to my students, white people are snotty and give them attitudes. My response to all of this, was my telling them about Martin Luthor King, Malcom X, Rosa Parks, Brown vs. Board of Ed., etc., who fought so hard in the rights of people of all colors. I've also asked the students if they are being a little sensitive to the issue. I've also tried relating my being a minority as well, never feeling that i belonged and i was sensitive to issues concerning my ethnicity. But, nothing can change their minds about this issue.
the thing is that my students get it from their parents. they get it from television. television and the media plays a huge role in the way kids now a days think. with such shows as survivor and tv channels such a BET, segregating the races. if there were a WET, what would people think?

I'm gonna eat you, because I'm a dinosaur!

Amanda thought that I might enjoy this web comic, I do. thanks Amanda. Dinosaur Comics

all your base are belong to us

I forgot to post the link back to the capture the flag site. There are all the rules and shit. Make sure you visit there homepage because they do all sorts of other shit like massive pillows fights and radical illuminations, where they make throwies and put them all over, man we're gonna bite there style so hard. So anyway here's the link newmindspace.com:capture the flag

Mea Culpa!

That's Latin for my bad, I just felt like saying that after the last post about shag frenzy. I didn't realize that people would get so heated about it. I just wanted to say that I started this blog because I want everyone in this area to know whats going on and to post about shows and all sorts of other shit, whatever people want to post as long as its appropriate. I wanted this to be a forum open to everybody and is in no way meant to be elitist shit talk club. This isn't my blog, this is our blog, I'm just the one getting it going. If you look at my profile you can see there are 4 other authors of this blog, they just haven't written anything yet. I will make anyone a author you just have to email saying that you want to be an author and you can post your stories, art, poetry, photography, reviews, upcoming shows, rants, ideas or what the fuck ever. See the problem with myspace is that when you post something only your friends see it, so i started this blog so that when someone has a show everyone that reads this blog will see it and on top of it all everything will be archived, ya get my drift. So email goddammit!!! and be an author lets make something together. themonkeybusinessman@hotmail.com

Shag Frenzy is a terrible lover

I don't think that I can saturate my blood with enough ethanol to impair my ears and judgment to make me shake my hips to the shitty, shitty music that they play at shag frenzy. Dear, Shag frenzy DJ, you sir are owed a punch in the face.

Show Review: Whiskey Saints

With a name like the Whiskey Saints, you would expect a booze fueled sing-along joy ride, sloppy and passionate, screaming your heart out rock and roll. If you were one of the few in attendance at the Manchester VFW last night you would have been sorely disappointed. Although the duo, who write there music through correspondence have a complete sound with their pre-recorded tracks, one part Jack Kerouac, one part indie pop, they certainly don't live up to the name. On stage banter was where there Female lead singer really shined, with a wit and charm any ex-president would be jealous of. Turning stories of punching people in the face, from the mundane violence that it normally is, into a story that had poignant insight into the human psyche and made your sides split at the same time. She had definitely showed up Mykel Board the writer from Maximum Rock and Roll. Touring to promote his new book, he read stories that were long and meandering and left you wondering sometimes, why you didn't stay home to organize your cd collection. Although in the end he tied his stories together it was too little to late. With too many forced anecdotes about S and M and how he's traveled everywhere, it wasn't interesting enough to keep a drunken mind attentive.

Go to this tommorow

and thats where I'll be! maybe

Capture the Flag

Thats it, it's been decided, we are doing this in the spring along with a skillshare. Email me if you are down and want to start planning

Terror Tuesdays!!!

So Murphy dragged me out last night and we went to terror Tuesday at Mad Dawg's Saloon. I was tired and not feeling very sociable and resigned myself to brooding in the corner after a failed guess at the horror movie question of the night (What was the first successful horror movie that was rated PG?) While standing there a old man is just staring at me, feeling kinda uncomfortable I give him a nod. So he comes over to me and says "You must be a black belt". Me being Asian and all, I'm just assuming he's stereotyping my Kung-Fuosity (which is true btw). So he's all like "No, It was just the way your standing there, when you looked at me, I got scared." Then he asked how old I am and he says "My daughters 28 and she's real pretty, real pretty". So on one hand I was very relieved thats what that was about, on the other hand I'm thinking "Yeah your daughter must be a real fucking prize if your out hitting on dudes for her"

Dead City

The dead city chronicles is about the trials and tribulations of life in a dead city and the arduous effort to bring this city back to life. Sometimes it has a zombie-like resemblance, it has movement, it grunts, it moans, and it will eat your brains and it also sometimes take your heart. Most of the time it walks around with glassy eyes but if you try, if you really try you can get that faint glimmer of recognition and that slight hint of a smile. So goodnight Bub, we'll try again tomorrow.