I got a parjing ticket, for $50, although I didn't do anything illegal.
My truck smells like Exxon on wheels when I drive now.
I broke and fixed my kitchen sink at the same time. If I'm careful, it works just fine, if not, water sprays from the handle like a street sweeper.
My computer is back to some semblance of normalcy, after losing everything on my primary hard drive (outside of the documents I backed up). I'm heated I lost my Solitaire game, which had my old scores and winning streak at 70+ consecutive games.
After much miscommunication, I saw the newest Batman flcik, Batman Begins, which is clearly the best Batman joing by a landslide. No disrespect to the Tim Burton installments which were cool, albeit innaccurate, but, this joint was pretty hard. It's odd seeing an actor like Michael Caine playing Alfred the Butler, but, it's work, right?
Well, I'm needed...somebodies computer is acting up on 'em.
To the rescue/ Here I am/ Want you to know, ya'll/ Where I stand ~ Robert Nesta Marley, Sun is Shining (My favorite Bob Marley song...ever!)

AS a child of the 80's, there are many staples that are assumed when you grow up. It is not out of place to name Transformers, Thundercats, He- Man, Voltron and G.I. Joe as some of the top TV and marketing phenomena of the decade for little kids. Garbage pail kids totally kicked the ass of baseball cards. Grape Big League chewing gum was the greatest while the flavor lasted. The Toy, The Breakfast Club and Beat Street were mandatory viewing...oh, and Purple Rain. If you were a Prince fan, Under the Cherry Moon was also a good one to watch. As an adult, I saw Graffit Bridge late last year (cocaine is a hell of a drug!), and finally!, I saw Sign 'O' the Times this passed weekend. Now, the LP, Sign... is one of my favorite Prince LP's period...so when I kept seeing that Premium cable stations I hadn't subscribed to were playing it, I was slightly bummed out. But alas, I finally caught it on one of my subscrition channels. I've seen Prince live, and the dude puts on a SHOW!, but that's not what I want to talk about.
I want to talk about my renewed love for Shiela E. got damnit! WOW. Sheila looked so damn sexy in the all white outfit, man... I was a fan of hers from the days of Krush Groove; thought the glow in the dark drum sticks were the bomb. But damn. Shiela if you're watching, I'm available mami...holla at ya boy!
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Now, aside from that, I went to my God Daughter's recital, which was leaps and bounds better than last year in my humble opinion...still long as hell...but still better.
I also spent Father's Day with the men in my family on my father's side, which has become a tradition. Quite fun. We ran up a $400 plus bill at Outback and talked much trash. I disagreed with my Grandfather, my uncle Rod (who's like 2 years older than me) talked about his favorite wines, and I talked about thee waitresses phatty (amongst other things). FUN.
Watched the Pistons lose in a close game (finally), and went to sleep. Man, it was so hard getting up after that meal yesterday, man. Whoo. (sigh) Back to work.
Peace :o)

I spent 44.95 plus tax to see Mike fight. Some folks paid easily a thousand per ticket. Mike’s corner man called the fight. Honestly, it wasn’t a bad call, but damn! (sigh) Layla Ali was worth it, though…thankfully. Sharmba’s fight was cool, but the guy who had the belt head butted him something serious. It honestly seemed like an accident, but damn, you could see inside his cheek after that jon’t man. Sharmba had a cut beneath his eye and on his eye lid. Actually, they were more like gashes. He got that belt because they had to go the cards and Sharmba was clearly ahead on the cards. Back to Layla. She gave Toughil the business (lol). She rocked that chick. So badly so that the girl was trying to run from her, pretty much. The after fight commentary is what made the overall jacking of my funds somewhat redeemable. Layla, ”I forgot to tell her that there’s no tapping out in boxing…can’t none of these chicks see me, what?!”
Also, didn’t really know who Jessica Beale was before Saturday when I watched the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Whoa. That chick has a nice frame. And the director stayed catching nice angles, too. The wet t-shirt business was dangerous, man, dangerous. Back to Layla…she really does some sexy stuff without trying. Not to mention she has a nice stomach that says dirty things...(lol) But I don’t really like to go that route because she’s married. But, she’s hot. Sue me Paris.
Hey, did any of ya’ll hear about that a while back? Paris Hilton was actually trying to trademark the term: That’s Hot. What?! How many rappers have used that term for how many years??? Not to mention it’s not even like something she could even claim she popularized without folks laughing at her. That like Donald Trump trade marking “you’re fired”. In case no one got the memo, Paris Hilton is an idiot, and she ain’t cute! Why do dudes find her attractive? Maybe she would be if she had more of a figure and wasn’t so annoying, I don’t know. She looks like a lemming, dog. Somebody needs to tell her ass to run off a cliff or something. Sheesh.
Why doesn’t Cartoon Network put Justice League Unlimited in the On Demand rotation?! I’m only going to have digital cable for another month before I downgrade to basic, I’d like to see what I’ve been missing so far. Can I get an encore presentation or something? Aight, I’ll holla.
Easy!

Things have been interesting as of late. Some…interesting possibilities have popped up as of late. Don’t really want to speak on it until it happens; hate to talk about what might happen, or what I plan to do in excess. I’d much rather just do it. Ha…I said do it. But, to completely contradict that last statement, I’ve been thinking: I may actually follow through with my solo EP project. I already have a sound concept, and even have the early stages of the CD design hashed out. That’s how I am man, I get something in my head and I let it bounce around. If it it still appeals to me after it bounces around enough, I go for it. Fully.
I try not to do things half way, mainly because I know that it won’t be held to the same standards as when I’m passionate about something. But, when I’m feeling something, I go at it hard. If I go back to do it again, I try to make the second experience better than the first. So to the two or three ladies that didn’t get the best look…the next one is always a monster. Hahahaha. Jokes.
So, this CD project is seeming like a good idea, not because I want to be this big rapper, but more so because I want to make a statement in a creative medium. I don’t profess to be the illest rapper, in fact, I’m very critical of my rhymin’. I was THIS close to scrappin’ my verse on the Campaign ’04 track (on All Seasons), but the other cats on the joint told me to keep it on there. Whatever. The fact of the matter is, I’m a writer though. And I can so without ego, a clever one at that. All it takes for me to write something hot is to be motivated. My motivation came to me when my boy from Howard let me hear some of the beats he’s been cookin’ up. The amount of growth he’s had since the All Seasons process is impressive. I feel kind of obligated to try to get his stuff out there, I mean, that’s my boy.
Not even trying to make a big thing out of it, this project is more or less for me, but I want everybody to check it. Much like my first book, The Trial of Cupid. I did that chap-book in that manner because everybody was starting to do them, but there was no real theme or anything to it for the most part. It was just cats putting their poetry in a book. I don’t think anybody every peeped my happy little accident, where the table of contents are shaped like a bow and arrow. But see, Trial… was flawed, and I recognized that even as I was pressing those bad boys up at kinkos. I just wanted to do that for myself and share it with folks. Metafor You was a result of me wanting to refine and improve upon what I did the last time.
Better cover design, tighter theme, more poetry, and a better over all flow to how the book was executed. Not to mention the joint was perfect bound by a “professional” printer. I said it like that because I’m still salty how they did my Babylon Songs book, which was my way of telling everybody to step their game up. The one biggest flaw in that book, is the font size…it’s a little too large. But all in all. That book can easily compete with any poet you’ve ever read. Dope theme, better flow, color cover…that joint was hot. Bastards at KCR Printing didn’t bind the first batch right, so them joints were subject to fall apart as soon as you opened them. Which stole my thunder. Why do I have something I'm immensely proud of, but can’t really share because somebody else fucked up on something their supposed to do—well?! (sigh)
All that to say…I may do this EP project as a way to creatively step outside of my comfort zone…rhyming isn’t a natural process for me. When I was younger it was, but your standards aren’t the same in 8th or 9th grade as they are as a grown ass man…unless you’re from the R. Kelly/ Mike Jones school of lyricism. Ouch...that stings. I love poetry, but I can’t force it. Treat it like a lady, when she’s ready, I lay that thang down, y’heard? When she ain’t, I play video games and watch TV. HAhaha…this is so fucking un-politically correct, and I’m loving it!
Well, gotta go…but I will holla soon. Don’t be a stranger.

PS- New reviews on illpoets.com: Common's new LP, god of War for PS 2 and Halo 2 for X Box.
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Really quickly:
I'm at NTB earlier today, feeling the gray hairs sprouting out of my head as I wait for a new belt to be placed into my money hungry ride, the gold-diggin' hoe. Any who, this Asian cat, who works at NTB, went into the bathroom...no biggie, right. Later, roughly 5 minutes or so, this Middle Eastern cat with a really young RL shirt marches over to the bathroom and opens the door and walks in. Still no big deal? Wrong. You see, at NTB, they typically have single occupancy bathrooms, so dude walked in on the Asian cat while he was still doing...whatever it is that he was doing. The comedy comes in when you hear the Asian guy:
"What are you doing? I'm still in here"
"Well, I'm a customer here"
"That still doesn't give you the right to...wait your turn. I'm not done...what are you doing? Get out of here buddy"
Awkward moment.
Don't know why main man had to be told to leave, I'm pretty sure he got the picture, y'know?
SHeesh...people and their miscommunication.
PS- What is it with all these rest room faux pa's lately???