I know I been mailing posts in lately…hmm…for those not in the know:

mailing (*insert activity here*) in. def. verb. to do something half-assedly unless you are Keanu Reeves in which case half-assedly is your best effort. see also: Randy Moss, George W. Bush, everybody involved with the movie Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

Seriously, that movie was just bad. Bad bad. I’ve seen worse, the movie Nurse Betty comes to mind or even Straight Outta Brooklyn, but I wasn’t expecting anything with those movies. Chronicles? I had expectations. They were unmet. I blame it on the fact that the movie was rated PG (really? for a movie that features a great battle? no bloodshed) and was fronted by Disney. As soon as I saw “A Walt Disney Production”, I knew it might tank.

It did.

Anyway, I know I’ve been mailing in posts lately and to tell the truth, I’m okay with that. I’ve got a lot going on for 2006 that has been sapping energy left and right. For those that have been coming here (and then emailing me to tell me and rip me privately) and feeling a little less than entertained…kiss my ass and go make a Yahoo! avatar.

That was random as all hell.

And yet it wasn’t because it reminded me of the fact that I believe that Yahoo! is practicing some form of discrimination and probably in cahoots with president Bush. Why you ask? Well, for anybody that uses Yahoo! Messenger, you’re aware that you are able to create an avatar that “resembles” you. I do this a few times a week sometimes. I’ve been told that my avatars are quite the entertainers. It seems however, that none of the avatar options allows the fuller figured women to resemblize the fuller figuredness they maintain in real life.

Basically? All the avatars require you to be a skinny-as-the fuck (if you’re a woman) modelesque bodied woman. Minus the cocaine. I can’t tell you how many folks I know in real life who are nowhere NEAR the size of the avatars that are being used on Yahoo! This is discriminatory and quite a mindfuck actually. Many women (and some men) have esteem issues stemming from weight and appearance. But who doesn’t want to make an avatar? There’s the rub (and the scratch and the ipsy ipswitch). You end up creating an avatar of what you might actually want to look like…and then take a look at yourself looking like Orca…for men and women.

This is where Bush comes in to play. You see, they’ve been stressing (or was that Arnold) physical fitness and the like in hopes of getting everybody to look like a white model!!!!! This is the first step. Give you the opportunity to create an ideal self and then feel disgust that you look like 4 of your ideal selves.

Fuckin’ Starbucks.

Subject change.

I lived in Frankfurt, Germany for about 8 years growing up, from age 6 to 13 (right before I turned 14). Those were the best times of my life growing up and I met some great people. Well, at my middle school, Frankfurt American Middle School, I met and befriended some great folks, a few of which I’ve still kept in touch with today. I even ended up dating a chick I knew from like 6th grade who I found out was living in Atlanta during my freshman year in college.

That relationship got dropped off a cliff.

In 8th grade, me and another young lady were Voted Most Likely to Suceed and took a picture together for the yearbook. Ironically, about 12 years later, we ran into eachother at a friend’s Friends final episode party. Of course we didn’t recognize eachother and would have continued on with our merry little lives had somebody not asked me about my life story since I was the only black male at a Friend’s party dressed in young urban apparel (to include a black bandana) who seemed to know as much about the show as the white people that were there. Folks wanted to know who the hell I was…we talked then all of a sudden out of nowhere, we realized who eachother was. That was truly a fun moment…what are the odds that we would somehow be linked together after 12 years randomly through a friend of mine from Spelman who went to grad school with her, ya know?

I miss my friends from Germany and even though I haven’t seen them in YEARS, I still look for some of them online by googling random people. I did that yesterday and was greeted with the news that a friend of mine just passed not more than 3 weeks ago. We hadn’t talked in years, and I’m not sure she would even remember me…but we were good friends in middle school in Germany.

And it hurt.

Despite the distance and years, I felt a sudden rush of sadness as if I had just lost a friend I talked to the day before. The reason I Googled her is because she was on a TV series that ran in August and I figured, maybe something new had been going on.

I wasn’t prepared for the news that she had passed. In fact, I didn’t want to believe it, but there was her picture with an obituary, front and center, with he parents names (our families knew eachother as well) and her history, to include living in Frankfurt, Germany.

And it still hurts because at one point, she was my friend. I just feel for her parents because she passed right after thanksgiving in a car accident and her parents have to go through Christmas without their daughter.

All that to say, it’s amazing how you can still feel sadness for somebody you haven’t seen or spoken to in years. She was my friend back in the early 90’s and yet all these years later, I feel like I lost a friend…today.

I know that’s sad, and I know it’s life, but it still hurts. I’m a 26 year old black man…I was born into sensitivity.

One day, I plan on writing about the point in my life where I realized that I couldnt take life for granted…and this just reinforced the notion I had.

One day you’re here, and then you’re gone.

So to everybody who comes thru here and reads my rantings and ravings and musings and what not, you are appreciated, and thanks for even caring about the most random things I have to say. And coming back…I’m pretty sure I offer many reasons not too…but thanks for sleepwalking.

To end this on a lighter note (and since I’m starting to feel like my wrists are uncharacteristically bending downward) I’ll be out of here for the rest of the week in the snowy Tundra of nowhere Michigan. I’m not going to Detroit…no.

I’m going to the part of Michigan where deer show up on your front step. And John Deere is a local hero.

A placed named after a little white French man who conquered Europe before his death.

I’m going to where my cellphone doesn’t get any service.

Which means I’m out for at least a week.

Peace 2 da earfs, Gods, and seeds.

Bitches.

Merry Christmahanukwanzaakah.