Guess who finished the illpoets.com rebuild a week early? Thaaaaat's right boys and girls, a whole week early! Ye-ah! Ummm, there are some minor things that must be done, and of course the relaunch will probably present a host of broken links, but, the initial pain in the ass rebuild is finito. That means I can now divert my attention to this other site I have to build, which is pretty far in it's building, but I need like pictures and stuff for it. To do that, I gotta like get the pictures, so that means I gotta take the pictures, and format them, and crop them, and retouch them, etc. The rebuild was the big bear though, so, for those who frequent illpoets.com, you may notice irregularity in siite nav over the next seven or so days...that will be me testing things out for the relaunch. Please be patient. I think it'll be worth it.

"Wack, wack wack...I don't know, maybe if you played it at 45 so you can dance to it" ~Poorly qouted skit from the clasic LP, "De La Soul is Dead"

Remember When: The only thing worth watching on Nickelodeon was “You Can’t Do That on Television”?

Whatever you do, just don’t say “I don’t know” ~Random poor sap a second away from being slimed for saying “I don’t…”…thought you were going to get me, huh?

Talk about gangsta…I’m assuming this is about Res, or maybe Ming from the Spooks. Whoever it is, they have officially been engaged in the fine art of audio warfare. Drew, I’ll get you a copy of this joint soon, cuz. Maybe even by the time Java Head jumps off.
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You’re just waiting for me to drown
No one knows that you stole my whole sound
Yet you’re grinning when I come around
Fake ass bitch

I’m the original (bitch)
I’m the original (whore)
I’m the girl that you just won’t admit you adore

Esthero~ O.G. Bitch

So, when I was heading back from NY to DC, I decided to cop a couple of comic books for the train ride back (For those hat care: Uncanny X-men, Daredevil, Iron Man & Superman (only because Jim Lee had some art in there)). The annoying middle eastern cat was thiiiiis close to catching my wrath. Don't constantly say "my friend" and act an utter ass towards me. "My friends" don't frickin' slam my comic books on the counter with an attitude, especially when I'm paying $11+ for only four comics. Dude, you have to be ginger with the comic books, man...you don't slam the on the counter any old way; a true collector would have snapped on his ass, which I am, but, I am a subdued collector. I have bigger fish to fry. Can't see missing my train...The last train of the night by the way...because this guys an asshole. Well, I could, but only in psycho day dreams and the sort.
Oh...! Then this joker got mad when I gave him a 20 and two singles for the $11.20 I owed.
"It's only $11, you give me a twenty?"
"Yeah, sooo...give me back ten and change (fuckin' genius)"
Never mind "my friend" doesn't even give me a damn bag to put said books in..."what congeniality you hav Mr. Fox". "The better to endear you with, my sweet". Ahhh, I only got to read one book before the sandman (not from DC or Marvel comics fame) came and put me out like a light bulb. Which leads me to my entire point for this journal entry, they frickin' killed Magneto?!?!?!?! What THE hell?! Wow. ...and Jean Grey, but, she has a way of coming back from the dead a la Phoenix, Dark Phoenix...even being cloned (Madelyne Pryor a.k.a. The Goblin Queen). Waitaminute, Juggernaut is a good guy now?! I must get back issues, clearly this is some alternate infinity gem realm crafted by Adam Warlock. The fu...?
Gotta go...

"You know, in the old days, whatever your last name was is what you did."
"So Mr. Baker was a baker?"
"Yes Billy"
"And Mr. Poerter was a porter"
"That's right"
"Well, what did John Hancock do?" ~ some random Leslie Nielson spoof flick from the 80's.

What Not to Name Your Children:
Was reading up on msn.com for a sec, and came across an article about the worst names Hollywood-types give their children; for a second there, I thought it was just the hoodrats truamatizing their chilren, but apparently not. All this was written after Gwynith Paltrow named her new seed, "Apple". WOw.
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10. Rumer Glenn, Tallulah Belle and Scout LaRue, daughters of Bruce Willis and Demi Moore
9. Jett, son of John Travolta and Kelly Preston
8. Diezel and Denim, sons of Toni Braxton and Keri Lewis
7. Prince Michael, Prince Michael II (AKA Blanket), and Paris Michael, children of Michael Jackson
6. Speck Wildhorse and Hud, sons of John Mellencamp and Elaine Irwin
5. Pilot Inspektor, son of Jason Lee and Beth Riesgraf
4. Tu Morrow, daughter of Rob Morrow and Debbon Ayre (seriously)
3. Audio Science, son of Shannyn Sossamon and Dallas Clayton
2. Moon Unit, Ahmet Emuukha Rodan, Dweezil, and Diva, children of Frank Zappa
1. Heavenly Hiraani Tiger Lily, Fifi Trixibelle, Peaches Honeyblossom, and Pixie, daughters of the late Paula Yates (Tiger Lily's dad is the late Michael Hutchence; Bob Geldof is father to the other three)

Dishonorable Mention: Zowie (son of David Bowie -- he later changed his name to Joe before settling on Duncan); Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q (son of Bono), Banjo (son of Rachel Griffiths), Jaz (daughter of Andre Agassi and Steffi Graf), Romeo and Brooklyn (sons of Victoria and David Beckham), Aurelius (son of Elle Macpherson), Lyric and Zephyr (daughter and son of Robby Benson), Hopper (son of Sean Penn and Robin Wright Penn), Kyd (son of David Duchovny and Tea Leoni), Reignbeau and Freedom (son and daughter of Ving Rhames), and (gulp) Jermajesty (son of Jermaine Jackson).

Wow, much has been done in the last few weeks...much of which is still classified...kinda. The illpoets.com rebuild is going swimmingly, I just finished all the poets who're gonna be in the relaunch up. Those who I didn't finished will come in the following months. The joint looks good, but more importantly, professional and clean. I'm really proud of how the joint is turning out; In fact, if I keep going at this rate, the joint could be ready ealier than expected, which would then give me more time to do things associated with the relaunch. Cats will be either lovin' the joint, or hatin' on it...which means they mad because they love it. Aside from that, my pops and homegirl from high school graduted seminary, and a couple of my Howard homies are graduating with various Masters degrees. Went up to NY to see Nova in LI for her birthday/ graduation bash. Was good to see her, and the big homie Dio...ya big pimp! I have realized that I'm the only one in the click who hasn't gone back and aquired another degree, which means I need to step up my game on the side ventures...web sites, books, etc. In fact, I told my mother when I was round bout 18 I would be rich by 27, but put a two year extension on that when I pursued teaching for a couple of years. We'll see.
I miss the scene; but, I realize I'm never around when the dumb shit pops off; I guess that's good. I'm never the type to wild out, because it's seldom logical to let a person get me emotional like that, but I'd wild out for fam a lot faster than I would myself. Hence the reason I'm happy that I'm never around when shit pops off; don't fuck with my family...could be bad business. Not saying it's a given I kirk out, just possible. I don't know anymore, I'm actually pretty mellow these days. I'm really on that "I'm grown, what I gotta fight you for?" business in this stage of my life.
Anyways...much to do...but I think I'm going to be close to normal on my journal entries, now. You know what? I'm almost 350 journal entries deep now...wow. Did I really have that much to talk about? Naaaaah, probably not...
By the way, Drew, Etro Anime does indeed rock. Favorite tracks are Adonis & Forgotten Love.

You May Be Ghetto If…: you, being either too tired or too lazy to do otherwise, have ever ironed your clothes…while you were still wearing them.

As reported on msn.com...

Big Changes for Wachowski?
Ready for the gossip equivalent of gulping down the red pill? The Chicago Sun-Times reports that Larry Wachowski, co-creator (with his brother Andy) of the "Matrix" trilogy, is preparing to undergo a sex change operation.

Whoa.

According to the paper, which cites "several longtime friends," Wachowski has been living and dressing as a woman for a while and is now ready to take the plunge. The filmmaker, 38, is currently in the midst of a messy divorce from Thea Bloom, who is demanding a share of his "Matrix" millions (he insists he came up with the concept before they wed in 1993).

In divorce papers, she claimed "Larry has been extremely dishonest with me in our personal life" and said the decision to split was "based on very intimate circumstances concerning which I do not elaborate at this time for the reasons of his personal privacy."

So far there's no word from Wachowski on the claims, which is hardly surprising given the fact the ultra-reclusive auteur is so media-shy he reportedly had a no-publicity clause added to his contract with Warner Bros.

But if the report does turn out to be true, let's hope the fanatical "Matrix" fan base rallies behind Wachowski, who apparently realizes, to quote Morpheus, "there's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path."

Wild shit from last week: Yo man, why was I typing at work and I noticed something moving on the key board. A FUCKING WORM, crawled out of me keyboard, man!!!! That little bastard was trying to crawl up on the ‘K’ key. I squished his little ass.

Okay, anyways, I went to the SLAM finals last night, and brought my big brother-in-law with me. He was new to slamming, so I was kinda overly conscious of whether or not he was having a good time. That, and I wanted to make sure he was ready for shit he may not have seen before…like Granma Dave…wearing a dress, one the ladies really seemed to really dig by the way. That guy rocks. Or the fact one man may kiss another and may or may not be gay. Shit I'd seen a while back that would have bugged me the fuck out had I not been warned. I already knew who was going to win, and ironically, I only knew four of the eight competitors. Chris August, who could probably do the same pieces every year and place; Twain who sometimes does cause his shit is that thorough, and of course the homies Drew and Sonya.

Wasn’t worried about them because I had a dream that they both ripped it the night before, and my dreams have a way of fulfilling themselves. Technically though, I missed Drew in the dream, but the energy in the room was electric because he had just killed it, and then Sonya stepped up and murdered it! Funny thing is, most of the times I can’t remember the dream until after the event has actually happened. I’ve had dreams of meeting people fours years prior, and they’ll be wearing the same fucking outfit man. So, a lot of times I don’t even think about my dreams as being anything a lot of the time. In fact, because I don’t expressly remember what Sonya had on in the dream, and that feeling of, "This has happened somewhere before..." didn't come over me, that may have been a dream about St. Louis, not last night at finals. Hmmmmmm…

The joint was raw, but I knew the outcome, confidently told Drew and Sonya as much prior to the slam. Felt I had to tell Sonya because I had made at least five breast jokes in the five minutes of me talking with her…brothas like me are the reason she probably wrote “Thick”. Oh, the illness…! Sonya got two time penalties on two different pieces and still scored second highest, and had the highest single score of the night even after being assessed one of her penalties (what was a 29.7 became a 29.2). Sonya rocks…and so does Sonya and Sonya :o). Nationals are going to be raw! If money is right, I may have to roll.

“Just because I rock doesn’t mean I’m made of stone…your feelings for me are coming across like static on the old heart radio” Jim Carrey as Charlie Bailey-Gates~ Me, Myself & Irene