Negro Versus Nerd

Author: tony

  • Ramblings In My Cracked Skull

    Just wanted to drop a few notes so people don’t think that I’m dead or something, just slightly caught up:

    1. I got all my issues with Tiger and Roxio Popcorn resolved. I’ve been backing up all my favorite DVDs. Also I also want to put out there that I will not be selling bootleg movies, but if anyone would like a copy of something I have I’ll be more to GIVE it to you, as long as you pay $2 for a blank DVD-r and the $8-10 shipping and handling fee. $15 if I have to mail. Click Here for the hook up.

    2. I also want to make it clear that even though I admit to perversion and porn, and the occasional hot/bland sex, I’m not a sex-craved freak. I’m a geek, I read comic books, I watch Anime and old school kung fu and I’m currently trying to build a home server to run Linux and jabber but like all geeks (black, white, gay, straight, married or single, we all have insane amount of porn). So what if I’m gay or bisexual or whatever, Sex is only one aspect of who Tony is.

    3. *Geek Moment* So DC Comics has changed their logo in hopes to have a recognized brand like Marvel Enterprises. But my question is, what does the D.C. in DC Comics mean? It can’t be Detective Comics because that would be redundant. I always thought it was Direct Currents, but hey I could be wrong. BTW Superman still sucks.

    4. June 5th will be the first anniversary of me moving out into my own place. Just a few weeks ago I was thinking bout getting a bigger place. But I realized that I don’t need that much more space just better storage techniques. Plus I really can’t afford that much more in rent.

    5. Been indulging my sweet tooth too much lately, think its time to one- Limit my spending and two- start back on induction.

    6. *Geek Moment* Astonishing X-Men #10 was off the chain. If You don’t Like Joss Whedon’s writing, well fuck you. Spoiler in inviso-text: The Danger Room becomes sentient and whups the X-Men’s asses! Preview here.

    7. I need to go out this weekend, but I my funds will be limited. Anyone has any suggestions for cool shit to do around Chicago on a budget? No Lame Shit. Please send all suggestions here.

  • Weekend Recap

    Yesterday I committed a carnal sin, I went to Wal-Mart on the first of the month. And we all know that the 11th Commandment states: “Thou Shall Not Shop Wal-Mart On The First or Fifteen Of Any Month or On Weekends.” Luckily, I was able to get in and out and I picked up a white orchid for Baby Mama’s Day next week. They still didn’t have The Wire though. I need to stop being lazy and take my ass to Sun Coast.

    On Saturday I went to some dive in the west suburbs, The Nutbush, with Mr. Timothy. I saw my best friend’s ex, go-go boys and hustlers were in full effect and the drinks weren’t watered down. Plus I saw half the faces on the Chicago Men4now site. After 3 beers and 2 Absolut & cranberries I was up on some liquid courage. I wanted to dance, but just not there. Sitting on a stool trying to contain myself, I pull out my SK2 and starting hitting up everyone who was online on my AOL IM buddy list. I really don’t remember if anyone replied back. So after a lively drive back to the south side and some well placed White Castle, I went home to get some sleep. But my phone kept ringing and it was four in the morning.

    Also, check out my boy Karsh. He’s a contestant on The Ultimate Blogger, it’s like Big Brother but more people will be watching. So please show my boy some support and he’s already promised to not pull a Karamo(1|2).

  • Shit I Shouldn’t Be Watching

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    So I watch Power Rangers, Fuck You! I have no problem in admitting the joy I get eating a bowl of cereal (low-carb cereal is really shredded cardboard), watching bad voice over acting and flashy choreographed action sequences from fools in primary colors. I’m a geek, what do you expect?

    pr1I was there from the beginning, “Day of the Dumpster” with Jason, Kimberly, Billy, Trini and Zack. I was there when Tommy became the Green Ranger and handed their asses to them. I remember all the Zords, I even saw the first movie in the theater, yea I was a lame. It never occurred to me that this was probably why I didn’t laid until late in my high school years.

    pr2I continued watching Power Rangers through out middle school and into high school. Ensuring my social outcast standing. I watched the show, played the lame console gamesand got further into the mythos. At 15 years old, I had all the original 14 inch Figures and Zords. Don’t where I got the money to buy them, but know I just had them, and had them up until I moved into my apartment in June 2004.

    pr3As the show moved through its different incarnations, the budgets got bigger and writing got better. There were newer Rangers, newer Zords and newer reasons from the monster to grow big. It was until Season 6, Power Rangers: Lost Galaxy when the writers did something brilliant. They killed the Pink Ranger, unfortunately it wasn’t the annoying Kimberly who playing some other annoying, whiny bitch on WB’s Felicity.

    pr5Now the one thing that a geek loves besides pornography, a crossover. Look at how many many times Marvel and DC Comics cross over. Ultimately all crossovers suck chimpanzee nuts but we love them anyway and a good fanboy will do what he does best, geek out. And While I never got to see the Power Rangers: In Space and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover, I ‘m sure I would have went full out fanboy. I was a fan of the TMNT comics which is nothing like the bastardized cartoon that came out in the 80’s and the cartoon that’s out now is based on the comic strip.

    pr4One crossover I did see, had me geeking out for a day, remember I’m lame. On an episode of Power Rangers: Wild Force, they gathered all the red rangers. It didn’t matter that this episode completely ignores the PR continuity, it was just cool to have every red ranger from MMPR to PRWF. So I’m glad I’m sharing all this with you, and as I said plenty of times, I’m quite lame, I do watch new shows, I even TiVo them. But I don’t care what y’all think or say cuz I’m still getting mines and I get it good. So peace, and May The Power Protect You.

  • Because, I’m Your Better

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    In the midst of typing out my Manifesto and then scraping more then 80% of it this weekend due to euphoric high I had via the company I had Friday night/Saturday morning, I got an amusing comment from my last post. While I won’t dignify the commentator by quoting his/hre words I will say that in my best General Zod/Terrance Stamp voice “I can judge niggas like you, because I am your better.” Now kneel before Zod and deal with it.

  • Coalition Against Bullshit

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    I’m starting a coalition, a coalition against the utter bullshit that defames black people. The bullshit that has become synonymous with being BLACK in 2005. We all know that this shit is wrong yet BET and UPN has made us complacent and now this shit is out of hand. I as a black man, will no longer tolerate the coonery and porch monkey behavior displayed by my fellow black men.

    This is the brief intro to the manifesto that I’m writing. Thursday I was chatting with Karsh about the incessant bullshit that we encounter from other gay, bisexual or Down Low men of color. I mean the mere assumption that I have to say “or Down Low” is a key fact that this bullshit is out of control. But I don’t want to narrow this problem to just the gay black men since it superseded by the ghetto-fabulous culture. So throughout next week as I finish my manifesto, I’ll drop little snippets of it and I’ll be seeking opinions and accepting submissions from people as well.

  • It’s Official: I’m Fucked In The Head

    As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been having some trully interesting dreams. To my best guess, my vivid imagination takes due to my drug-induced sleep. In recent weeks since my schedule change, I’ve been take sleep aids like Excedrin PM and Nitol (not together), because I found out the hard way that I’m use to sleep in broad daylight. And trying to get to sleep when its dark is so fucking difficult. So the solution is drugs. Its a interesting affect to, int he brief moments between taking the pills and sleep, everything is so lucid and clear. This is also the time where I do the most masturbating but I digress.

    Essentially there are two dreams that stick out; The first involves a rainy day on Chicago’s Lake Shore Drive near Navy Pier. But in my dream the drive curves and loops like a Hot Wheels stunt set. So I’m going on the drive in a suped up Kawasaki Ninja when my mom passes me by on a Interceptor. I yell for her to slow down, but she brakes too fast on the wet ground, skids, hits the wall, flips over and crashes right in the middle of 22nd Street. By the time I get to her, there’s nothing there but her helmet.

    In the second dream, I’m back in high school but I’m not the loser wallflower nerd I was back int he late ninties. I was the big man on campus; played football, wrestled, basketball, I had the girl, I had wealth I was happy. I was walking down the main hallwall when the underclass started to bow to me, then the teachers started to do. Soon no matter where I went, people started to bow and called me “Master” and “Lord”. I tried to get away but I was corner, then all of sudden I was lifted up off the ground. I was flying, I don’t know how I was doing it but I flew away that’s when I woke up.

    I think I need to lay off the chemicals for a while but its the only was I can get to sleep fast and I need to adhear to a nice schedule by the time my summer classes start.

  • Need Assistance?

    I think it’s about time I start cutting some niggas off. It seems that most of the people I associate with don’t really give a flying fuck about me and only care about the piece of meat dangling between my thighs. These are the same muh fuckas that if I ask to borrow $20 or need help moving a couch, they disappear for 3 days but if I need drain my nuts they’re literally at my door in 10 minutes. I don’t need a 200 pound dick warmer, I don’t need this shit and I dont need you.

    And with that being said I’m going to take a break and spend sometime offline and live my life. I’m feeling too connected and yet so alone so If you need me use the contact form (I’m turning off my instant messengers) and see you next Tuesday.

  • Where Was I?

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    I just discovered this title and it’s off the chain. I think I slept on the entire Marvel MAX comics line. When the line was launched I only picked up Cage, a miniseries starting Luke Cage aka Power Man, but since I started to get to the comic book store, I picked up the Alias trade paperback and a nigga was hooked.

    Now I’m reading Supreme Power. Its a mock up of the Squadron Supreme, a book that was Marvel‘s answer to DC Comics’ Justice League.

    I remember Sigma telling about this book before he left town, probably would have listened if I wasn’t so dick-matized.

  • Nigga, Interrupted

    I won’t say any more than I have to, if that

    Sounds too melodramatic but I think it fits. I’ve been trying to re-evaluate my life and essentially my lifestyle and trying to see where my difficulties lie. I’ve been focusing too much on the negative things in life and I guess it’s affecting those around me, its starting to affect me.

    I had this dream today, and it was pretty bugged out. Like most of my dreams that always start out with sex. Don’t ask why, they just do. This time is was circle jerk and in was in broad daylight, outside in public (Told you I have issues). Everything was cool until everyone’s attention was on me and that’s when things fell apart. As all eyes were on me, I notice more and more people looking at me. Then there was whispering and talking, “OMG! he’s so gay,” “I can’t believe…” and etceterra. I ran away and ended back in Philly where I’m see Meagan Good (again, don’t ask) hanging out with my cousin. She asked if the rumors were true, was I gay? I ran away again. I’m seeing this issue following me where ever I go and there’s really no escaping it. I woke up all sweaty and with a dry mouth.

    There are somethings i need to learn to accept, until I can I’ll be a nigga, interrupted.

  • Still Having Issues

    Other then the fact that I’ve been out for the count because of this damn bug I got, or whatever the fuck it is. All I know is that I was sick as hell and couldn’t do shit for 2 days. I even missed work on Monday. Anyway I didn’t plan on getting to “I Got Issues pt 3” this week or ever. I’ve been going into my sexual habits to often, if such a thing is possible, and I’m not feeling too keen about it. At this point I’m not sure if its the disclosure that fucking with me or the actually sex itself. All I know is that things are pretty stagnant and I’m getting this antsy feeling, like I’m anticipating something big to happen and all I get is the cold air of the office air conditioner on my neck. Hell, I can’t really explain it or understand it myself.

    This place (work) is starting to get to me again. Night after night, I sit at this desk, in this cold ass box, counting the hours. As I sit here, my minds starts drifting off and I start the analytical/thinking shit that we Virgos are notorious for, but I think its literally just me. And the outcome is usually the same: I questioning my intentions as a human, as a man, as a black man, as a gay man, as a gay black man and as a gay black man who secretly (well not anymore) wants to be straight. Again its pretty difficult to explain, let alone understand.

    I’m definitely lacking significant guidance in my life and at some point I made a wrong turn and I think I’m lost.

    Since the hypothermia is setting in I don’t think I’m thinking straight and I’ve been pretty incoherent in this post. This isn’t a “I Got Issues part 3” but just a reiteration of my own bullshit, a cold-induced rambling.