For My Sister

Looks like MARTA was sufficiently embarrassed to hunt down and arrest Souljagirl. (Yuuuuu!)

Apparently, she's bipolar, and went off her meds. It's interesting to notice how this incident is being spun by different factions.

Atlanta PD:
Criminals will be caught, (expecially if you are poor and black) so don't break the law, because we will catch yo ass!


MARTA:
We will not tolerate these disruptions, (expecially if we've been publicly humiliated by an incident such as this) and we will do all that is within our power to ensure the safe and comfortable travel of our passengers. Utilizing state of the art technology, and the investigative prowess of our top-notch officers, we have arrested this woman, and MARTA remains smarta.

HER MOTHER
I was concerned about my daughter being a danger to herself or others, so I called the police and turned her in.

Her sister and ex-boyfriend have painted this as a result of failing public health systems. The public hospital, in the midst of a fiscal crisis, has devoted even less resource to helping this bi-polar woman to achieve and maintain health.

In all of this, only one thing is for certain. Well, 2.

1. She probably will not get the help that she needs, as punitive rather than rehabilitative sentencing is what satisfies an angry mob.
2. MARTA police will step-up their harassment of young black folks.
3. The train didn't start to turn on her until she did that whack-ass freestyle.

Okay- What's The Protocol Here?

I haven't exercised in about two months, and I haven't been able to figure out how to work regular exercise back into my life. So, today I got up early, and came into the gym at work to go for a run. (Great run!)

So, after I'm done, I head to the showers, and there's some white lady blow drying her hair. But, she keeps looking at me in the mirror. (I'm behind her at the locker.) So, I get my bag, and get together my shower stuff, and she keeps looking at me.

I put on my shower shoes, and there she is, still looking at me. And, I'm stuck. Suddenly, I'm not sure what to do. I don't want to get undressed with the lady looking at me. Then I can't remember, "Do you get undressed in the locker room? Is that even appropriate?"

I just couldn't remember what you do in public showers. So, I puttered around for a second, secretly hoping that someone else would come in after their workout and model for me appropriate post-workout heading to the shower etiquette. No haps. She's still looking. And by the way, white ladies, how fucking long does it take to blow dry your hair?!?!?

So, fully dressed I walked to the shower, and then stood inside thinking, "this isn't right." So, I got undressed in the shower, laughing to myself, "maybe she thinks I'm modest?"

So, as I turn on the shower, I realize that there is something wrong with the seal, and the door won't close completely. There's just a little slit. No big deal. UNTIL!

So, no one else in the locker room, and the blow-drying white lady positions herself so that she's sitting on a bench and can see straight through the slit! She moved my bag so that she could sit there on the bench, (She told me when I got out of the shower.) and I guess she sat down to get dressed? To put on her socks? I dont know.

Now, she's incidental to my story. A little unnerving, certainly, but not the story. The story is, what the fuck is protocol in the office locker room? At the regular gym there's always some buck naked woman flopping around wanting to talk with you. (Oh! I just remembered, the blow-dry lady came and talked to me while I was getting dressed. I think I had on underwear, but that's it. She came and stood right next to me and talked to me about water pressure. Hmmm.... I'm starting to feel more uncomfortable about that whole episode. It's like telling someone a story of the party you went to and something that made you feel uncomfortable. "Uhm, that sounds like you were raped sweetheart." "Oh... I guess it does." I've gone from feeling a little uncomfortable about this morning's incident to feeling a little violated.

Huh. Suddenly the point that I've been writing toward feels a lot less funny.

From My Sister

Anybody Wanna See Young Geezy Kill George Bush, Shawty? YUUUUUUUUUU!!!!






So, lots of thoughts, right? Initially, I thought it was some mental health stuff. But, clearly she is on that shit. I could write pages and pages on what I thought about as I watched this video, but it seemed like a better use of time to think about why things like this happen.

Wanna know who I blame? I blame bad rap music and whack rappers.

Just Like The Muppets- Only Real

Okay- I can't sleep. It's 3:39am, and I'm doing nothing productive. For the last hour I've been laughing at videos on YouTube and sending them out to people who are probably asleep right now. Lot's of shit makes me laugh, but this was straight to the point, and only took 4 seconds to get me there.

It's just like a segment from the Muppet Show!

What's Grosser Than Gross?

Remember those jokes when I was in 7th grade? I don't know where you were in life when they hit big, but I was in 7th grade. Also, I was in Germany, so we could be the same age, and they were the hotness in your life when you were in 5th grade. Who knows? So, back when I was in 7th grade and Faces of Death videos were the hotness, grosser than gross jokes hit big.

Faces of Death: The one that sticks with me is where they have a monkey locked in the center of a table, and everyone sitting down for a meal of monkey's brains has a mallet and they just keep lightly bludgeoning the monkey to death. That one traumatized me. The one where the guy videos his friend getting mauled by a bear, or the guy who bounces off the ground when his parachute doesn't open- whatever. That monkey? The brutality of it sticks with me.

So, back then Grosser Than Gross jokes were the shit! They were always about some kind of bodily fluid, something sexual, some faces of death type gore, or a mixture of all three. I only remember two punchlines.

What's grosser than gross? Getting a boner and running out of skin.
What's grosser than that? Finishing of the jar of mayonnaise and finding a condom in it.

Not funny, mostly adolescent/sophomoric humor, but what happened to me today reminded me of the grosser than gross jokes from back when I was in 7th grade. Here's what I wrote earlier today while I was at work.

Alright. Today, I have my period. It happens. Whatever. But, I just came from the bathroom where I went to pee. Time for a new tampon. Took it out, dropped it in the toilet. -PLOP!-

"Wow! That was a big-ass splash! I bet there's water all over the fucking floor..."

I looked, and there was nothing. Noticed that my ass didn't feel wet, so, I guess the water just plopped straight up into the air and back down into the bowl. Pretty cool.

So, I finish up, and pull up my pants. What the fuck!?!?!?

My left pant-leg is wet. All the way down to the ankle ON THE INSIDE!!!! my left pant-leg is wet! That whole stream of pissy-tampon toilet-bowel water went straight down my pant-leg.
Oh, and, since my pants are lined, the water didn't stop and get absorbed at the point of entry- oh no. I have pissy tampon toilet bowel water from my hip to my ankle.

Why does this happen on the day I carved out time to "pretend" to work o that I could finish my exam that's due today? I don't have time to go home and shower. I'm already staving off deadlines!!!

This is so fucking gross. I wanna throw up.

This is Why I Went to Church

Not every week, but most times some shit like this happened. Being in the pulpit of the Black church is advanced training in handling gaffes, obscenities, and interrupting escalating humiliation with grace and ease.





One thing is for certain. Whoever the ministerial team may be, they talked about his ass over lunch that Sunday. Diminished mental capacity or not, his no-word-knowing-ass got discussed that Sunday!

Sometimes I think I'm an extrovert

I'm not. Not even close. I like people. In fact, I love people. I love being around people, but I need some time alone to regenerate and re-member myself. Sometimes I get hyper-extended with my aspirations to connect with folks.

I made some plans today to hang out with someone in the morning, and then go crank out a paper in a coffee shop, and then hang out with a friend, and then go dancing later.

But, somehow I've ended up at home in my pajamas watching a bad sci-fi flick. And writing on my blog. Oh yeah! I'm an introvert!! (Or kinda geeky.)

Man! I gotta get away and recharge sometimes. And there is nothing to recharge better than bad sci-fi. I can't even watch this shit with other people. The kind that's jarring every 3-5 minutes by something that just patently absurd. It's the kind of movie that makes you question yourself.

"Why am I even watching this movie?" or "What the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe that I sat through 2 hours of this fucking rubbish."

Bad sci-fi usually has local businesses with HORRIBLE actors in their commercials. And your acting has to be really bad for someone watching bad sci-fi to notice your bad acting.

And what is this blog-worthy horrible sci-fi crapitude? Virus. And, although everything I wrote is completely true, the only reason I'm watching it is because Jaime Lee Curtis has a starring role. (Curtis, Donald Sutherland, one of the Baldwins, and some other familiar faces. Utter shite.)