Category: All Day, Every Day

I just want to take the time to thank everyone for their support in the light of my recent drama. But I also wanted to acknowledge those who decide to kick me when I was down. Just know that I may be under now, I’ll be back with throat punches galore.

I brought this up wince I just got off the phone with my cable company Wide Open West. They were one of the places I called the day after the break in since the lil’ fuckwads took my cable box/DVR. Now I’m stuck with a $700 replacement fee, unless the Hammond PD can recover the box. Really, really fucked up, but not as much has having to pay $400 to get my car out of South Surbuban Cook County impound after it was stolen out of my driveway. See its one thing to not get a fuck when someone else is struggling but to out right kick em when they’re down is fucking evil. I hope WOW Cable and Sibley Towing can burn in the hotest part of hell.

I’m pretty much in a fucked up mood right now. I went home from lunch and my front door was wide open. It seems some little bastard cut one of my windows screens climbed through my living room window and preceeded to take shit. They took all 350 DVDs including my porn, my stereo receiver, my digital cable box with DVR, my PS2 & Gamecube, both DVD players and my bedroom TV. I can’t find my living room phone, they were about to take my powerbook and Mac mini as they were stacked up on my dresser but didn’t and my cheater box was on my front porch still attached to the cable wire in my bedroom. Its kind of fucked cuz my plans for the weeked were to catch up on my shows and watch movies that I haven’t opened yet. Just when things were looking good. I need to go. Forgive me if I don’t answer IMs or phone calls.

*Update*

I Want To Keep It, But Knew I Couldn’tSomethings are just out of place and Saturday was no exception. I was coming back home from getting ice cream and up my old block where I saw something scuttle into the street. I slowed down and saw that it wasn’t some random trash or leaves but a black turtle. I stopped traffic and put the turtle in my backseat since I was only two blocks away from my apartment.

I knew from the get-go I could keep the turtle eventhough as a kid I’ve always wanted a pet turtle. But the tutle didn’t belong in a cage. In the few hours it spent crawling around my kitchen sink I wonder where he came from. I’m not that close to the lake for a turtle to crawl and it wasn’t a land turtle. Crawling into traffic, the turtle was just out of place.

On the sun had set and the air was cooler, I took the turtle in a old show box to this park in downtown Hammond. It was a nice size man-made pond/lake with fish so it habitable. I place him down in the grass and he scurried off into the water. I watched him get accustomed to his new home before he dove off into the murkiness. I knew I couldn’t have kept him, just like me he would have been out of place.

2 parts Watermelon Pucker, 1 part Absolut, 1 part Triple Sec, shake with ice and pour into a glass to make a ‘Drunk Tony‘Glass #1 at 10:26PM CST – I remember flipping through radio stations trying to find a good hip-hop mix.
Glass #2 at 10:52PM CST – Intermittently chatting online with Timothy and jumping up to dance when something hot was played.
Glass #3 at 11:15PM CST – My boy, Ken, had stopped by for a minute and I think I was yelling at him. Can’t remember if it was just to speak over the stereo or if I was just yelling at him.
Glass #4 at 12:09AM CST – Beat off to Booty Talk 50, twice before I passed out.

I’m a little touched in the head. Okay that’s an understatement. I was like that before the accident and afterward its only seem to intensify. I’m sure I’ve said plenty of times that I was painfully shy growing up. I was an only child until I was 8 and from then on had a shit load of responsibilities dump on me. I’m sure any mental growth between 8-14 was severely stunted. But don’t worry, I won’t be bleaching my skin or building a Never.land Ranch anytime soon. Being shy, quiet and introverted, I got into the habit of talking to myself mostly from taking on different roles as I played with my toys.

Yes, I talked to myself, I still do to this day. It’s not like I was full on conversations with myself. What happens is that I have a thought and for some reason I play out a scenario of talking about this thought with someone and within the span of seconds of having this thought I catch myself mouthing off the words of what I or the other person in the conversation may say. Something that started out from playing with my Lego blocks and Ninja Turtle figures may have directed me on a course to a psychosis. But I digress.

It’s cause for a celabration because I finally took a semi-clear picture with the camera on my T-Mobile Sidekick.

At The Job

Spent the weekend doing what I do best – Absolutely Nothing.

Saturday I made my usually comic book store run, spent money I really didn’t have and out of sheer boredom I got up and saw Episode III by myself. By the time I got home it was around 7pm and I chilled with my two best friends: Vodka & Triple Sec. Some point around 1am I was in the mood for a bubble bath. So I headed to the neighborhood CVS and copped some Mr. Bubble, the shit was on point.

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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.

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).

Courtesy of Despair Inc

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.