Wow, I really had trouble this week thinking about something interesting to write this week for all of my fans (all zero of you...basically me). I was blocked. Two weeks and this asshole already has writer's block, can you believe it? Then at around 9:06 PM Central time last night it hit me...THE CUBBIES. Not even the Cubs, but their ignorant fans. It would be a lengthy feat to accomplish, that would require a mass amount of research (not really, but I don't just want to talk out of my ass, I would like some actual factuals thrown in there), so I talked shit to all my Cub fan friends via text message during the game last night to get the material I needed.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Roots - "UnDun" Stream
Take a listen (no download) to the new Roots album due out soon. Click the link.
The Roots - UnDun Full Album Stream
Monday, November 28, 2011
Diddy Might Get Mad
2012 is right around the corner, which means election time!!! Yay, 11 months of meaningless campaigning and political jargon from a bunch of pundits that know nothing. Can't wait.
I feel bad for Obama, he tried, but the system we live in is purposely not set up for change. We are stuck and the President of the United States has become more of a ceremonious figure-head much like the Royals of England.
Why should I vote this year? It's like going to a restaurant and only having 2 options and being like "I'm here, I gotta eat something...fuck it, give me the liver and onions."
No matter what age, race, or gender the winner is, what can he/she really do for me that I shouldn't be doing for myself? Do I really have to pick a team to feel like I did my part interact with my government?
What's the difference between middle class adults choosing between Republicans and Democrats, and urban youth choosing between Bloods and Crips? Its all gang mentality and I'm tired of it. No side is better than the other, and why should I be deemed "irresponsible" or "socially apathetic" if neither option really appeals to me?
I am strongly considering not participating in next year's elections. The only person I can honestly say can improve my standard of living is ME.
Paying my taxes, making sure my kid gets a good education, and providing my family with health care all starts with me. Not Barack, Herman, Newt, or Rick. No matter what they promise you, they will fail in satisfying your needs.
It's a new world, there are no more public servants, just politicians...its all a business. Republicans and Democrats have two of the biggest corporations in this country next to Wal-Mart and Microsoft. It's all about the bottom line. Our best bet is to be our own individual corporations, and stop counting on "change" from an outside source that has absolutely no insight on your situation.
I think I will go to the ballots on election day and write myself in, or maybe I'll just stay in and Occupy My Couch. Who knows.
I feel bad for Obama, he tried, but the system we live in is purposely not set up for change. We are stuck and the President of the United States has become more of a ceremonious figure-head much like the Royals of England.
Why should I vote this year? It's like going to a restaurant and only having 2 options and being like "I'm here, I gotta eat something...fuck it, give me the liver and onions."
No matter what age, race, or gender the winner is, what can he/she really do for me that I shouldn't be doing for myself? Do I really have to pick a team to feel like I did my part interact with my government?
What's the difference between middle class adults choosing between Republicans and Democrats, and urban youth choosing between Bloods and Crips? Its all gang mentality and I'm tired of it. No side is better than the other, and why should I be deemed "irresponsible" or "socially apathetic" if neither option really appeals to me?
I am strongly considering not participating in next year's elections. The only person I can honestly say can improve my standard of living is ME.
Paying my taxes, making sure my kid gets a good education, and providing my family with health care all starts with me. Not Barack, Herman, Newt, or Rick. No matter what they promise you, they will fail in satisfying your needs.
It's a new world, there are no more public servants, just politicians...its all a business. Republicans and Democrats have two of the biggest corporations in this country next to Wal-Mart and Microsoft. It's all about the bottom line. Our best bet is to be our own individual corporations, and stop counting on "change" from an outside source that has absolutely no insight on your situation.
I think I will go to the ballots on election day and write myself in, or maybe I'll just stay in and Occupy My Couch. Who knows.
Monday, November 7, 2011
So It Begins...hopefully.
I'm expanding my portfolio a little bit to help get my name out there. I recently was accepted to be a contributor to the sports website Bleacher Report. I submitted my first article today, and it is officially posted on the site now. There's a link to my article at the bottom, so go check it out, comment, do whatever. Later.
http://bleacherreport.com/articles/929050-nba-solutions-contraction-is-necessary-to-stop-future-lockouts
http://bleacherreport.com/articles/929050-nba-solutions-contraction-is-necessary-to-stop-future-lockouts
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Vote or Die
Wow, only 3 votes, however did Obama get elected? I guess our generation is filled with apathy. Well I guess Meth and Mary hold on to the title with an overwhelming 66.7% of the votes (2 votes...one was mine). Don't think you guys are off the hook, I'm posting another poll about another musical subject.








There's my list, you know the deal...vote, leave a comment, tell me your favorite soundtracks, or do absolutely nothing like you did last time. I'll be waiting.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Yes, I'm Still On That...
So my new found infatuation with my old MySpace page has continued thru today. This time I'm reading the comments from people I used to hang out with constantly 4 years ago, now I never see. Is four years really that long? Well some people are obvious leave behinds, like people from Cali, but some of these people live a town over and I never see. What happened? Did you get scared that I was gonna blog about...that's a random bullet, nobody's safe from that. Did I piss you off? I'm an asshole and you knew that, so getting pissed at me is part of the relationship. So here is my mission today, I am gonna find all these people on Facebook and ask them why we don't kick it anymore, and all I want is a simple answer ("I don't know" is not an acceptable answer). Ready, set, go. Oh yeah, I'm gonna tag you in this blog link too so you understand why the hell I am contacting you after all of this time. It's partially my fault, but mostly yours. I'm still here. In the meantime, enjoy another classic MySpace blog from October 4, 2007 directed towards Cubs fans after another tragic playoff loss. Judging from the comments the previously anonymous text message responses are from Josh Burrell and Susie Karas (yes, I name names now, bitches).
Misery Cures Writer’s Block
Current mood:
aggravated
MySpace Account is Still Valid!?!?!
So for shits and giggles, I checked to see if my old MySpace account was still intact (for those who don't know MySpace = (Facebook - pokes - likes) + cool background decorations + customized background music). Golly gee, it was still alive and kicking, just the way I left it 3 or 4 years ago. It was like when you find that old Atari in your attic, you hook it up, it's cool for a second, but then that shit gets old real fast. I did find some interesting things though, some old blogs I wrote on MySpace. I was quite the asshole I might say. Cynicism and sarcasm at its greatest. My view of the world has changed a little bit since then, and I wouldn't say that I don't agree with what I wrote back then, but I would just say maybe nowadays I would say it differently. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'm not sure. From what I read I was a little bit more "raw," a little "hungrier" than I am now. I'm kind of jealous how that guy wrote, I gotta find him again, he had an edge to him. Not to say I'm not an asshole today, because I am (ask my co-workers, family, pets, etc...they'll all agree). Just a more mellow asshole...sometimes (ask Jodi Dion). I just want to harness that level of asshole-osity I possessed back then, and harness that dickhead energy into my writing now.
Here is an example of that asshole-osity. This is a blog I wrote September 19, 2007, my first one to be exact (damn I was still in my twenties). I remember my wife (at the time only my girlfriend/mother of my child) was not so pleased about this post. It was raw emotion and observation. A lot of truth, and some exaggeration (I never "percolated" at Coach House...maybe just a broad example, or maybe hung over while writing the post...only the MySpace gods know now). Take a peek into the past, my MySpace time capsule. I'll post the other old blogs some other time, but enjoy this one for now.
P.S. - Peep the emoticon, I forgot all about them shits, haahaha!
P.P.S - I will never, never, ever, ever, never conclude any future blogs with "Holla Atcha Boy," that was corny and so 2007.
Broken Cherry
Current mood:
creative

Well, I'm gonna test this shit out finally. I figure if I want to be writer whose works are viewed in the public domain, then what better way to finally pimp Myspace and perfect my craft for all of you to see. I have read a few blogs and it seems they consist of peoples' gripes, so what should I bitch about? I got it! Women...more specifically, women as girlfriends, spouses, wives, common-law partners, domestic partners,...you get it right, I don't need to go on? I have been dating my girlfriend for almost 5 years (with a small break in between, but we won't go into that...not today at least), and is it just me, but do women just chose not to even attempt to gain a clear understanding of the male species? To break it down further, I don't think she knows me after 5 years. Women say men don't pay attention...I'll give you that, but women don't know who they are with. I think they have a perception of who they want to be with and try to (don't quote Beyonce...aw fuck it) "upgrade you" into that imaginary person. For those of you that know my girlfriend, next time you see her, ask her what is Jon's favorite color, and watch the look of utter confusion take over her face. Not to say that she is totally oblivious to my likes and dislikes, she can get the easy ones. Favorite Food: what grown ass man doesn't like a good steak. Favorite TV Show: pretty safe with any sport or Sportscenter. I love that statement that goes "You used to act so nice and romantic when we first started dating." Duh, I was trying to fuck you at the time. Shit, you used to watch football with me and not look disgusted. Duh, she was trying trick you into believing she was the "cool girl."(much love, Julie). I understand that women have plans and dreams that were developed in their minds when they were 5 years old (i.e. marriage, dog, cat, 2.5 kids, house with white picket fence, etc...), but if that plan is deviated from, why must they mold their reality into the perception of that dream. I know a few couples where the woman knows their male spouse is fed up, but will still go on thinking everything is peachy keen. Why? Obviously both of you are not happy, why go on living a lie. The guy thinks if he's a bigger and bigger dick the girl will get fed up, and the girl can ignore it until the guy goes OJ on her, or until the kids graduate college. Either way, all that shit can be avoided if you ladies get to know the guy you originally started dating and stop trying to change him. We don't change, we just stop doing shit with you. I love to conversate, just not with you about bills and money all the goddamn time. I love to drink, just not with you when you get drunk and ask me "when are we gonna get married?" every ten fucking minutes. I love to have sex, just not missionary all the time. I guess what I am trying to say ladies is, that guy you met sloppy drunk 3 years ago at the Coach House at 2:37 AM Central time that knocked you off your feet while doing the Percolator is still there deep down. He just hiding from that crazy bitch that swallowed his girlfriend that used to not nag, and give him road head (without having to be asked mind you). You just got to figure out how to get him to open the door and come out. It won't take much, maybe a steak and a threesome. I'm Out!!!! Holla Atcha Boy.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Just Checking
I'm bored at work, just checking to if this Blogger iPhone app is legit. Scary monsters...I can blog on the go, stay tuned.
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