Negro Versus Nerd

Category: All Day, Every Day

Living one day at a time

  • It’s Just Another Day

    … I just happen to be a year older.

  • Six Years & Still Going Strong

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    Just a little something I put together. See it here on the KPsiK site

  • Ketchup, Catsup or Catch Up? pt. 1

    Like I said earlier, it’s been about 53 days since my last post, and while a lot of shit has been happened, I just didn’t have any time to sit down and write it all out. So I guess since I’m sitting here at work on a night shift (Again) with nothing excited to do but listen to the hum of a file server back up I could detail my Summer so far…After my last rejection notice from iCompany, I put the job hunt on hold. I was still getting requests to go out on interviews with various companies but at the time my heart was just not into it. So I settled back into work, playing Tomb Raider Anniversary and trying to date which was great until NIPSCO decided to show it nuts again and disconnected my power. To that all I can say is never believe anything a CS rep will tell you over the phone. Do everything in person, people are less likely to blatantly lie to your face. In spite of all this adversary, I kept my head up. I spent the two weeks without power going to the gym, going to the movies, going out to dinner with friends. Now before anyone starts asking how I was able to do all if I can’t pay my bill, truth be told, my Power bill is roughly $130 a month due to a payment plan where you only pay a fix amount until your anniversary date. On June 11th I got my bill for $130 before the taxes and on June 18th my power was off and I owed NIPSCO $1150. Apparently NIPSCO reserves the right to turn off you power at anytime without notice it also seems they have to right to completely butt-ream their customers too. But I digress. So in light of that, I had money I just didn’t have $1200 sitting around and I intended on enjoying myself, because I wasn’t going to get depressed over this.I tried to go to Chicago Pride this year and I really wish I could I enjoyed myself. But after walking around for a few minutes watching lesbians set up some type of shanty town and ‘girls’ popping their gum and applying another layer of sparkle lip gloss, I was too through and just went home. I enjoyed myself a little more at Windy City Black Pride. Spent the day passing out bags of candy with my Fraternity’s info on the side. But it became more somber the next day as I found out that one of my chapter Brothers who had just crossed this spring, Anthony, had passed.

  • Watch Out There Now!

    Its been approximately 53 days since my last post, and I really haven’t had much to say. But something is in the mix so watch out for it.

  • Nobody Does It Tastier

    I’m getting old and I can no longer enjoy the foods I loved growing up. Last week my dad was able to ship me a huge box of Tastykakes, another thing from Philly that I cannot find here in Chicago. So happy so to eat one I rushed to open one up and sink my teeth into a Butterscotch Krimpet. I don’t know what happen but with that first bite all my teeth starting hurt and I’ve headache since. All I can say is first the Fat Boys break up and now this.

  • Still Alive, But Nothing New

    It’s spring. The weather is getting better, the days are longer and I spend more time planning to do things than actually doing anything; thus why I haven’t been around.Well that’s not entirely true. I have been going out as much as my limited resources will allow.

    I’m still getting in a few hours of community service a month, seeking treatment for my bit torrent withdrawal and desperately trying to get through the end game challenges on God of War 2. One thing I thought I would never do was create a Myspace page. I really don’t know why I did it. I partially blame the influence of that the dark side has over me. It’s a service that offers absolutely nothing to me, but yet I log in daily.

    In the process of creating my Myspace page, I removed my Yahoo! 360 account. Essentially I completely ditched all Yahoo! services except for mail. As I’m typing this out, I sitting here wondering what this means, I said before that only people on Myspace were fourteen year old girls and the perverts who prey on them. So does this mean I’m a 14 year old girl?

  • A Least It’ll Be Warm

    To say that 2007 got off to a bad start is an understatement, but this isn’t a post about how my life is so messed up or how depressed I am and blah blah blah this and blah blah blah that. If 2007 I haven’t learned anything so far in 2007, it’s to cope with what comes my way in life; to per verbally make lemonade. No pity parties.

    So it’s Monday, I can look forward to a episode of Heroes, I can attempt to get an 100% in Bully, I can call the auto shop to check on my POS or I can prep myself for a week of hiking I have to do to get work since I don’t have my car. See there’s nothing like keeping a stiff upper lip. Well at least it’ll be warm.

  • Senior Cut Day

    Remember in last days of high school, in that fine time between finals and graduation where classes didn’t matter, teachers didn’t matter and yet my dumb ass still trekked across Philadelphia and went to school just so I could be marked as present. I walked around aimlessly during first period before running into some whites girls from my anatomy class (my first period), who sat behind me. With nothing better to do, we skipped school the rest of the day, went to the movies and saw Godzilla (no man in suit), and drove around (Black card revoked in 3.. 2.. 1..) singing One Headlight by the Wallflowers. School was the furthest thing on my mind. I had no worries, I was a day I easily enjoyed by not doing much of anything.

    That was almost ten years and I’m in dire need of a cut day. A day where I don’t have to listen to phones ringing, machines running or bill collectors hounding me down. So I’m serving notice that starting at Thursday, February 1st, 2007 at 12:00 AM to 11:59PM Tony Mercer will be completely off the radar. I’m will not be online, I will not be answering email, and all phone calls will go straight to voicemail.

    I will enjoy my day by taking care of me. Maybe I’ll sit back and finally finish Prince of Persia or Devil May Cry 3, partake in some couch yoga aka Sit and Be Fit but gluing myself into some daytime television or maybe I’ll just say “fuck it” and sleep in the entire day.

    So have good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

  • January Solitude

    Sometimes I enjoy being by myself. Alone to collect my thoughts and reflex on the details of life. I tend to perform this introspective around January, a time when the year is still new and I finally get a chance to catch my breath from the hectic and rush of the holidays. The lack of sufficient work hours affects my pay, which also affects my lifestyle, mood and disposition. Simply put, my money fluxes and my bills are constant thus I’m sit home, broke and stuck on a lame mission on Devil May Cry 3. It’s a classic (-A) + B = C scenario.

    The search for a second job is exhausting. I’m either finding places that aren’t willing to work around my schedule or claim that I’m over-qualified. At one point I seriously considered dropping an application off at McDonald’s, but I’ve made in 26 years without flipping burgers, I guess I can pull those boot straps a little tighter, cut back on more stuff and work it out.

    Despite the money issues, I try to keep a Happy Face. Even with the series of flat tires on the car, the rough days at work and the large strips of skin shaved off my scalp I have faith and determination that is all going to work out. I’m getting a nice chunk of change via my income tax returns, and I might be getting a housemate soon as well. Now I just wish gas was back to fewer than two dollars.

  • Two Thousand Seven

    Will two thousand seven be the year of prosperity and happiness for Tony? Unfortunately I won’t really know until this time in two thousand eight. But I do know that two thousand seven will be another year where I grow a little older, hopefully a wiser but probably not more patient. I pray that two thousand seven will be a year I get to spend with family, Phamily and friends. I want two thousand seven to be three hundred sixty-five days of living for me, fifty-two weeks of enjoying the small things, twelve months of having good times sprinkled with the bad, one year of being Tony.

    What will two thousand seven be for you?