Month: August 2007

Magnetic Personalities

I finally figured out what it is about Keyron.He has a very magnetic personality.

A few weeks ago a new friend had brought him salads. Tonight another friend of his dropped off dinner. It’s amazing.

I’ve noted the new class of spam that claims you have e-cards from friends etc. But one that I got was pretty funny, I had an e-card from a worshiper. I wish I had worshipers. Keyron has such a thing else random deliveries of free foodstuff wouldn’t be happening.

But alas, magnetic personalities also attract the mentally unfit and he has a hard time cutting the strings before emotional damage happens, though I think he’s learning.

Now playing: James Brown – The Payback
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Attracting Crazy

So tonight the neighbors upstairs ring the doorbell. I answer and then Keyron comes out.

Apparently our former house guest is in so many words, crazy.

That Saturday she accidentally locked herself out of the house. Keyron and I were fast asleep so never heard her pounding on the door. She then rang the bell of our upstairs neighbor who invited her in, had coffee with her, loaned her $10 and even let her use some nail polish remover.

It gets better though. According to our neighbor who owns a cell phone store around the corner Rosie showed up wearing nothing but a shirt and with her ass sticking out.

But that’s not the good part. The good part is the scam that Rosie ran, telling my neighbor that she was an attorney and that she’d been to the Secretary of State’s office and saw that her taxpayer ID was invalid, how that was illegal, etc. and that she fixed it but couldn’t charge it. So she asked for $135. First of all I work there and know for a fact that we don’t expose that information, at least not currently.

And my neighbor gave Rosie the $135.

I don’t know what it is, but Keyron seems to attract crazy people. You’ve o

Obviously read about the Charles saga and much to my chagrin Charles is trying to reach out to Keyron again. I think it’s the fact that Keyron and I have been the only point of stability among our circle of friends. So we’re bound to get a crazy now and then.

UPDATE: So I had today off, went downtown and picked up my tickets for George Clinton & Pfunk at Lupo’s Heartbreak Hotel, then to the library to check out Armistead Maupin’s “Michael Tolliver Lives”

On my way back as I turned the corner to walk into the house I note Rosie is out there talking to my upstairs neighbor. I can’t wait until my neighbor gets back, I want to find out what was said.

Now playing: Marvin Gaye – Trouble Man
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The Words of our Forefathers

This video states it quite powerfully and does so in just about five minutes.

I found this video on a site called “Government Control – Educated Yourself!” I’ll forgive the syntactical issue but the vids at the site are awesome. I’m glad someone aggregated them in one place.

I did watch Zeitgeist. Spend a couple hours and learn that Christianity is a fraud, that corporate interests rule our very lives and the wars we fight.

We need to take our country back. The Republicans and Democrats are cut from the same cloth, they have to be since they’re all financed by the same companies. We need a part of, by and for the people that stands in opposition to corporate rights and in support of human rights.

As stated in the attached video our government should be afraid of us.

Now playing: Jack Johnson – Breakdown
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Uggh, I’m tired of renting

For the past six years or so I’ve had nothing but nitwits for landlords.

The first was Jamie. Jamie was a Mexican who had a thing against gay people. Of course that wasn’t his reason but I know underneath it all that was the problem. So we moved out of there.

Shirley was ok, but she was selling out and sold to a company I’ve mentioned before. The woman from that company who ‘managed’ the property was named Lynn. Lynn was a deceitful bitch, she didn’t manage, she owned it. She had a problem with black people so that meant she was always at odds with Keyron.

So we moved here. Louie is an old crank. The guy who managed the property tells us to ignore him. He doesn’t like people on the front porch. Well Louie, it happens. And we’re not your only tenant. Matter of fact the five kids from upstairs hang there too but you don’t bitch to them because the tenant upstairs also rents a storefront.

If Louie keeps this shit up, I’m going to slap him with a harassment suit. I gotta save up money and just by our own place. Then tell everyone to go get fucked. Hell, that’s the kind of money I want, fuck you money. I’d be the biggest tyrant you ever met were that the case.

The Harvest is going well

So my tomatoes and zucchini are finally ripening. Every day I pop out and pick another couple handfuls of cherry tomatoes. The beefsteak tomatoes take a little more time but they’re even going red.


This one was destined for the treatment. You know, salt, pepper, garlic powder, oregano, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. It’s funny but I love vinegar, have since I was a kid. When my dad and aunt were up we were talking about my cousin. My aunt mentioned he put vinegar on french fries.

I looked at my aunt and told her that I did that too. Either vinegar or a combination of my two favorite things, vinegar and tomatoes otherwise known as Ketchup. Not to mention that salt and vinegar chips rock, and sour pickles are awesome.

But then I discovered where I get my penchant for using the letters to the editor at the local paper to slam politicians. That was my grandfather as I found when I looked up my last name on ProQuest. Grandpa definitely didn’t like Rep. Claudine Schneider. So cross a mouth with an extreme liberal point of view (Compliments of mom) and that’s me.

Now playing: Ben Folds Five – She Don’t Use Jelly
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It’s Happening Again!

So Friday night one of Keyron’s ‘friend’ Rosie shows up at the door. She tells him that she needs to stay the night, will be out by Saturday, etc.

Here’s the thing, I’m a phenomenal judge of people. It’s a skill I’ve honed over the years but I can detect bullshit from miles away, as I mentioned in my posts about the other incident involving Charles. But I constantly downplay it because I would like to give people the benefit of the doubt. As of right now, that all ends.

When Rosie came here Friday night, she had boxes, all her clothes, pots and pans, etc. She had been staying in an extended-stay suite but I guess the money ran out. Supposedly she has money but is a victim of identity theft and the bank has frozen all her assets. I call bullshit here because I know banks will advance provisional funds while they make changes to protect the assets. I’ve had it happen to me, that’s how I know.

I also know a police report would have to be filed and my little birdie at the local PD tells me no such report exists. Coupled with what I mentioned about bank procedures this tells me our house guest is a target of an investigation or action of some sort either by police or taxing authorities.

Anyhow her promise to be out by Saturday never materialized, instead she was out partying all day and night. She told Keyron that she’d be leaving sometime after noon today. I love open ended bullshit like that.

In essence, she’s a pathological liar. She makes such grand pronouncements such as “I have a Doctorate in Theology” yet she can’t explain Christian or other dogma. Then of course there’s the money thing, it assumes that the money actually exists. After all she walked away from a number of jobs that made her a nice sum.

Keyron has to go to an all day event so I’m here with Rosie. Luckily one half of the place seals off from the other half so I don’t have to even see the woman at all. But I did tell Keyron to mark my words, that she’d be sleeping here tonight.

Why us? I think moving into a three bedroom apartment set us up for it. The mentally unbalanced figure that we’ve got the extra room and won’t mind.

They obviously don’t know me. I get very territorial when my space gets invaded. But when I walk into my bathroom and there are mildewed bath matts on the floor, her shit all over the vanity, and bathwater still in the tub that pretty much does it for me.

And the thing that irks me more is she knows I can see through the bullshit. She thinks she’s better and smarter than everyone else. She’s only black when she wants to be, otherwise she’s Cape Verdean. Honey, you’re black. Get over it.

Before Keyron left this morning he talked to her and she says she’ll be out today. He just called me and I told him that I’ll give it today but if she isn’t out today, tomorrow things get unmistakably hostile up to and including her shit on the sidewalk and the doors locked.

UPDATE: She’s been moving her stuff out. Hallelujah!

Re-UPDATE: I had said that by 6PM if she didn’t have her stuff moved out then I’d be locking the doors and putting her stuff out. It is now 7:45PM and the door is locked. I’m just to lazy to drag her shit outside. Of course she’s been out galavanting all day, playing at the Puerto Rican festival. If she can’t prioritize her life I’m going to do it for her.

So at 8:25PM I locked the front door, slipped the ear buds in and shuffled my playlist. Apparently she stopped by and rang the doorbell at approximately 8:45PM. Then she suddenly finds the phone number and calls says she’ll be by in 15 minutes. She showed. Imagine that.

Now playing: Maze (feat. Frankie Beverly) – silky soul singer
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What kind of beer would you be?

You Are Guinness

You know beer well, and you’ll only drink the best beers in the world.
Watered down beers disgust you, as do the people who drink them.
When you drink, you tend to become a bit of a know it all – especially about subjects you don’t know well.
But your friends tolerate your drunken ways, because you introduce them to the best beers around.

Doesn’t surprise me in the least. I love strong beers, hoppy beers, etc. Guinnness is good stuff, nice creamy head when it’s draught into a nice tall glass. I also like Bass Ale, I can thank a former staff member of mine for that one. And occasionally I still enjoy a Heineken.

You might note a general trend there btw, that there isn’t a single American brew in those I’ve mentioned. It’s so true, I liken most American brews to watered down piss.

And recently as I’ve mentioned before I’ve been doing the wine tour. Definitely lots to love there. I have noticed though that Keyron gets a little bent out of shape when I drink. Yet he drinks as much or more than I do. Weird, probably has to do with that Thanksgiving a couple years back where I killed a good bottle of wine while I was preparing a couple of the dishes. By the time dinner was ready I was pretty much stewed. Oh well, at least I’m not a mean drunk.

Now playing: Hall and Oats – Out of Touch
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Northeast Politics

So today I was looking at the breakdown of who voted to allow Bush to wiretap without warrant and noted not one Representative or Senator from NJ, NY, CT, RI, MA, VT, NH or ME voted for the bill.

The northeast is pretty blue, and RI is deep blue. We’re the kind of blue that you can’t be certain whether it’s black or blue. Even though we’re the most Catholic state in the nation, it seems we understand the wall of separation between church and state.

I’d love to see the states above secede and form their own union. We could also invite CA, WA and OR along.

Some time ago I read a piece that stated the benefits of secession. If we continued to pay the same in taxes as we do now we’d have the best roads, best schools, best everything. That’s right, the states listed above kick a huge sum into federal coffers. Yet we here in the northeast (Other than the $19 Billion spent on the Big Dig) get very little benefit from that money.

Imagine being able to tell the tale of when the new region was part of the United States. Oh it would be glorious. Let the dipshits that elected Bush not once but twice have their inhospitable little chunk of land in the middle.

Now playing: Maddona – Lucky Star
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The Fruits of My Labor

So today was a momentous occasion. It was the first day I got to taste one of the larger tomatoes and the zucchini. It was a salad with some vinaigrette.

I’ve longed to taste real tomatoes again. I’ve been tantalizing myself with the little cherry tomatoes I grew. Just pop in your mouth and eat. But get this, the large tomatoes taste phenomenal. My total investment was about $10. Oh I tended them when they were sprouts, transplanted them a couple times, sprayed on fertilizer etc. and watered them daily once they got big enough. And the effort expended was definitely worthwhile.

I’ve been taking pictures of the 2007 Plantings as I call them and posting them online.

It’s a real treat. The other night my father was here with his wife Nancy and my aunt Carol. We were talking about gardening and apparently the green thumb skipped my fathers generation. My grandfather was a master gardener, could grow pretty much anything. I got the thumb from him. I can take the seeds from a watermelon and make the things grow, same with pits from cherries, peaches, etc.

The first thing I noticed is that my father doesn’t look like he’s nearly 65 years old. This bodes very well for me, since I don’t look like I’m in my 40’s either, but I am. My average on the Age Project is 33 years old, and if I colored the hair and shaved off the beard I’d probably rate at a lower age. Even my MD was taken aback on our first visit when I told him how old I was. I can’t help it, I come from a family with very youthful looks on BOTH sides of my family.

And I did note that my FoxyTunes extension in Firefox can now insert what I’ m currently listening to, sweet! In case you’re wondering, FoxyTunes lets me control iTunes from my web browser.

Now playing: Kenny Lattimore – I Won’t Let You Down
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