tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85291238682638940622024-03-19T03:23:11.382-07:00Life Is...Its hard to describe it, but still....i try.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-88167667230185793082011-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:002011-06-23T20:10:40.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0FRozturK4voWMKjnQFWA88DxH-uI-E6dXYUo0n3QfF1J_LKXqRzhNu6jRTGNxbZUVoyxFMdLkxxY5i9ZcqBTHXJUAeGwdRyU1nRucP0axGB5eXuu7auVVhz7S0e-rtJW5Fc0yABbrY/s1600/blanktech.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0FRozturK4voWMKjnQFWA88DxH-uI-E6dXYUo0n3QfF1J_LKXqRzhNu6jRTGNxbZUVoyxFMdLkxxY5i9ZcqBTHXJUAeGwdRyU1nRucP0axGB5eXuu7auVVhz7S0e-rtJW5Fc0yABbrY/s400/blanktech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621618399304564354" /></a>Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-28760569215779254072010-07-01T21:25:00.000-07:002010-07-01T21:43:10.504-07:0010 Things...U Don't Know About Me1. I used to stutter so badly I was afraid for people to speak to me<br />2. I have a yearly dream I die at 30<br />3. I've had a sexual relationship with a woman whom I later found out was quite an accomplished adult <br /> film star. <br />4. Most of the time, when I write fiction, I do it at my computer with my eyes closed (literally...I <br /> watch my thoughts like a movie and record what I see)<br />5. I had my first real kiss at age 5 and cried because I thought it was very very wrong. <br />6. I have remembered the name of every person who has caused me emotional trauma and th dates of when <br /> Occured. Then I beat myself up furiously in the gym and <br /> when I can't push any harder I recite their names, the <br /> offense and when it happened. <br />7. I usually sleep about 2 hours a day. <br />8. I have studied taoism and tantra for 4 years<br />9. I have extreme issues of trust with all <br /> people EXCEPT my mother. <br />10. I often see the face of my future child in my<br /> dreams and she is so beautiful.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-47196839975059183472010-04-04T14:40:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:49:53.879-07:00Relationship Fact & FictionJust thought I'd play a little game of fact and fiction ...relationship style!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Your boyfriend hangs out with his friends without on the weekends and is not cheating<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: He is cheating<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: You are the best sex she's ever had<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: You are the best sex shes ever had tonight...maybe<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Men are genuinely interested in going shopping with you<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: If we go shopping for a whole Saturday with you...we are generally interested in YOU and time with you<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Women win arguments because they are the smarter sex<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: Men lose arguments cause they are the smarter sex<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Wait three days to call her<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: During those three days six other guys will be calling her and you will be easily forgotten<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: (Men) Spending over 100 dollars on a date means shes gonna give you some<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: (Women) Him spending over 100 dollars on a date just means he spent over 100 dollars on the date<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: We don't mind when your best friend is over and you guys talk about ex boyfriends<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: We never wanna know any other guy existed before us<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Girls don't fart<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: Girls don't fart around US<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: He will like you even if his friends HATE you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: She will like you BECAUSE her friends HATE you<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: GIRLS don't like drama<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: WOMEN don't like drama<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Guys fear commitment <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: Guys fear commitment cause at some point someone REALLY hurt them<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: He made you a nice dinner at home and rented your favorite movie cause he's romantic<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: He made you a nice dinner at home and rented your favorite movie cause he's broke this week<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: She cheated cause shes a whore<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: She cheated cause you stopped listening<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>:....or cause shes a whore<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Guys are insensitive to how you feel<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: He listens more than you think, thats why his friends know more about you than you ever thought<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: He watches porn cause he's a pervert<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: Sometimes he's watching it to add something new to the bedroom<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Size doesn't matter<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: Her girlfriend knows so much about your wiener she could probably pick it out of a line-up<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Guys tell their buddies about every little sexual kink you have<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: We do that about girls we don't care about. Soon as we start caring we stop talking<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Guys hate when you "girl" up their homes<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: The stuff you bring into my house smells AMAZING and secretly I'd prefer it to smell and look like this<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: Men are easy to figure out<br /><br />FACT: The media and women have over the years over simplified men. We are more complex than you give us credit. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: If you just love them enough they will change<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: The only person who can make a person change is a cashier<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: They are just really close friends<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: If a person spends more than half their time with someone and mentions them in conversations where that person isn't even around for...theres more to it than friendship.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: We aren't thinking about anything when you ask us "What are you thinking" and we respond "nothing"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: We are thinking about "nothing" we want to talk to you about. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FICTION</span>: She used to treat you like you didn't exist but now she's finally come around to liking you<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FACT</span>: She just got dumped and needs your adoration to feel better about herself again. Once the guy takes her back...you're back to being invisible.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-70970017393338647532009-08-13T09:11:00.000-07:002009-08-13T10:47:34.986-07:00What if Glenn Beck Was Black: A ResponseA friend of mine recently wrote a very good article about racism in America, posing the question, "What if Glenn Beck was Black" http://elev8.com/daily-offerings/what-if-glenn-beck-was-a-black-man/ (read the article, its good), however I disagree fully with his hypothesis. His open ended pondering leaned toward the conclusion that advertisers backing out of Glenn Becks show, after calling President Obama a racist who has a deep seated hatred for white people and white culture, were in some way wront and jeopardizing free speech as we know it in America. The notion that if Glenn Beck was white there would not have been such a fiery backlash is frankly a bit proposterous and (to my own delight), shows that my friend doesn't follow Glenn Beck, which in my opinion, no one in their right mind should anyway. What if Glenn Beck was black?<br /><br /> To understand the boycott of Glenn Beck's show you would first have to understand exactly the kind of manipulative journalism Beck's show offers those who watch it. Since the presidential campaign Beck has been one of the many on the right wing fanning the flames of an ever growing racial current in America. Playing to the base fears of white America while all the while toting it as "news" on his show, though stating in interviews that he is not a reporter. He often twists facts that he reports, though more often he just makes them up completely. When you have a fanatical following of people who in all earnest could very well not be openly racist, just very afraid of the unknown, it is dangerous to bait them with racist and extremist rhetoric. For example, although Obama has no gun legislation on his agenda, Glenn Beck spent months cultivating the idea that President Obama was already underway with a national gun ban. Though it wasn't true it sparked a frenzy among those who believe the garbage that falls from Becks lips. In this instance, allowing Beck his airtime cost three Pittsburgh policemen their lives, a direct result of Glenn Beck follower Richard Povlovsky going on a killing spree, convinced of a conspiracy to take his guns away. What if Glenn Beck was BLACK?<br /><br /> More so than that, Glenn Beck has consistently played on the fear from the American public of a black man inthe white house. Like your article suggests, friend, I do not know where rural whites get their information about blacks from. I might guess some oral tradition mixed with horrible tv programming and typecasting with a dash of evening news. Either way, Americans have had 43 white men as president and rightfully there was some apprehension when that changed. It was Glenn Beck and ONLY Glenn Beck who suggested such outrageous things as President Obama is spending money and creating a healthcare bill as REPARATIONS for slavery. What if Gleen BECK was black? <br /><br /> When I think of Glenn Beck and his often amazingly incindiery comments, the man that comes to mind is Jeremiah Wright. They are both controversial figures, they have both spewed questionable hate speech. However, while Jeremiah Wright was villified by both sides of the aisle, Glenn Beck is celebrated and allowed to continue to have air time. What IF Glenn Beck was black? <br /><br /> To insinuate that Glenn Beck's sponsors are wrong in backing out of his show because 45,000 people signed a petition against him is downright ignorant of business practice and current popular culture. Had Glenn Beck been black the reprecussions would have been the exact same. Its true that Kanye West called the president a racist, but he did lose backing because of it. Though he had no television show that sponsored him, there was a racial backlash. Freedom of speech comes at a price. For the Dixie Chicks, who also criticized a white president, it came at the price of their success. To put it bluntly, as a corporation, the price you pay for associating yourself with people who your consumers dislike could very well be your bottom line. While we are a land that should never penalize free speech we are also capitalist.<br /><br /> We can even go further into the racial divide and use examples of bad behavior. Chris Brown assaulted Rihanna and has had his music banned on many stations, lost most of his most lucrative sponsorships and is struggling to make a comeback. Kobe Bryant had an affair with his wife, lost his Mcdonalds sponsorship, lost his Sprite sponsorship, and had to rebuild his image to only 50% of what it was. We all know Michael Vick's story. Meanwhile, Jose Conseco has cashed in on his steriod use. Jason Kidd has been arrested repeatedly for beating his wife without any reprimand from the NBA or loss of sponsorship. Gov. Mark Sandford cheated on his wife and used public money to travel to see his mistress and has yet to see any legal ramifications. I shutter to think the reprecussions of Glenn Beck's constant "stirring of the pot" if he were a black man. WHAT if Glenn Beck was black?<br /><br /> We all realize that the election of our first black president does not catapult us into some post racial America. In fact, just like during the civil rights movement of the 1950s and 1960s, for every hard fought step forward there will be another setback. Yes, America elected its first black president, but "their" America didn't. We live in a country where a small portion has the loudest voice and right now they are screaming racial epithets at the top of their lungs. As the months wear on mood is getting increasingly nasty and just like the 60s, many fear that this boiling over will end with the life of the President. That last president to live through such praise and suffer through such rural white unrest with his candidacy was John F. Kennedy, and we all know tragic ending of Camelot. <br /><br /> While I will fight for anyones right to free speech, Rachel Maddow's, Keith Olbermann's, Rush Limbaugh's and yes, even Glenn Beck's, I will not tolerate the sort of speech that misleads and puts others in jeopardy. The corporations are right not to reward Glenn Beck's show with their advertising dollars and in some way that is just as American as Beck's speech. We are land of the free and they are free to back whomever it is that they agree with. Millions of men and women have died for the right of free speech, but when given a pulpit such as Glenn Beck, we should not celebrate his ignorance and hatred. Our attorney general was attacked by those on the right for saying that America was afraid to speak about race, but Pat Buchannan was not even heard when he said that America was built on the backs of White Men and that the reason why white men have dominated America is because they were better suited and he never questions why "The United States Track Team and Basketball team are filled with Black men". You are right, my friend, this is a nation that still has idiots and bigots of ALL races. But I can't stand with you in believing that the corporations are wrong or that there exists any double standard that leans TOWARD blacks. Our president is called racist for calling the procedures of a police officer who CLEARLY overstepped his authority stupid. Glenn Beck can go on tv and call our president a racist who DEEPLY hates whites, is paying blacks back their reparations by spending billions of ALL Americans' money, calling him a liar, a thief, and a murderous crook and Glenn only loses a sponsor or two. Now imagine...WHAT IF GLENN BECK WAS BLACK.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-32354906918534391522009-07-31T06:42:00.001-07:002009-07-31T07:37:09.791-07:0010 Things: I Wish White People Would Stop Doing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggf2ExlSZkjw6pdH3TZ6WqKgTAhS6zQCwI3O51Tnj_QLqU3q4KEdZk7MoKI9WCRDiRha8sOCnwGjW-FJQyNBsYp9we0mHuZ3qtwvrtcK-IYLytjfeclggIsXMpAu9u06wpqnP_-7GKY9M/s1600-h/wigger-15513.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggf2ExlSZkjw6pdH3TZ6WqKgTAhS6zQCwI3O51Tnj_QLqU3q4KEdZk7MoKI9WCRDiRha8sOCnwGjW-FJQyNBsYp9we0mHuZ3qtwvrtcK-IYLytjfeclggIsXMpAu9u06wpqnP_-7GKY9M/s320/wigger-15513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364632823623457314" /></a><br /><br />1. <strong>Touching black peoples hair and acting like its the first time they have ever seen something different from their own</strong>.<br /><br />2. <strong>Feeling the need to identify race when telling a story that has nothing to do with race</strong>. ex: So my friend, he's black/asian/indian, and I are driving down the street...<br /><br />3. <strong>Using the term "reverse racism". </strong>It takes a person with a complete and utter attitude of entitlement to think racism should in its general sense ONLY be applied by White people and if something racist happens to them...it is REVERSE racism...its just racism fool! <br /><br />3B.<strong> Being upset at Affirmative Action</strong>: Sorry to break it to you, but you're already four times more likely to get whatever spot is available at whatever institution or job...affirmative action tries to even out the playing field..and it doesnt even truthfully succeed at that. Allow me to tell you a story. I took a test to measure my intelligence and capabilities to be placed in the Honors program my freshman year of high school. I scored a 99% on the test. It was the HIGHEST TEST SCORE RECORDED IN 17 years...or so im told. (Yea, im just as shocked as you are lol)However, since I was coming from an all black low income school and going to the "creme de la crem" school on the white side of town, I was told that the test was different and I wouldnt have scored a 99 on their test. So my mother told them to test me again. They did. It was the exact same test. I scored a 99 again. What did they do? Put me on ACADEMIC PROBATION and told my mother if i get less than an 87% in any of my classes I would be sent to regular classes. THAT is why we have Affirmative action to combat brash racism like that. <br /><br />4. <strong>Walking on asphalt with no shoes or socks</strong>: I love white people. Thats why I dont want you to get hurt. There are rocks and shards of glass on the ground. Unless you have those George Of The Jungle feet, you could get seriously injured.<br /><br />5. <strong>Being the goofy, almost racist comedic relief in black movies</strong>: This actually doubles as something I want both black and white people to stop doing. Tom Arnold and his family in Soul Plane, Warren Beaty in the movie with Halle Berry that nobody saw, The white men in BAPS, Steve Martin in that stupid movie with Queen Latifah. RAPPING GRANNIES. White actors...YOU OWN HOLLYWOOD. I would like to think you wouldnt have to degrade yourselves in such a way. Its demeaning enough for BLACK people to act like asses in dumb black comedies...you don't have to do it too. You're better than that. I think we all are.<br /><br />6. <strong>Dancing and Clapping off beat</strong>: ACTUALLY i love this about white people. I went to a dive bar the other week and my friend and I were the only black people there and they were playing some of the most GANGSTA music I had ever heard. (In fact they played the Ghetto Boyz "Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta")White folks were clappin off beat, slow dancing to fast songs and vice versa and it made me VERY happy. You dance not to the beat of the music but to the beat of your own drummer. Never lose that about yourselves.<br /><br />7. <strong>Equating the Civil Rights Movement to the Gay Rights Movement</strong>: Now, before I get hate mail. Im actually FOR GAY RIGHTS. I think gays have the right to get married and they have the unalienable constitutional rights of all american citizens. BUT, there are two flaws in saying "We are fighting the same cause". 1. The jury is still out on whether we as humans choose our sexual preference or if we are genetically predisposed to the liking of penis or vagina. HOWEVER, when I was born there was no nurse there asking if i wanted to be black or white. 2. A race of people fighting for the right to be recognized as equal human beings is a bit different than fighting over the samantics of marriage. As far as I know there are no gay and straight drinking fountains.<br /><br />8. <strong>Being Upset With The Election Of President Obama</strong>: America has been a country for about 233 years and for 232 years and 5 months its most powerful man has always been white. A black man gets in office for 7 months, and certain factions of America cant seem to take it. Its one thing to complain about his policies, its one thing to say, I just plain don't like him. Its quite another to illegitimize his citizenship by claiming he isnt an American citizen and is a secret terrorist. We all called Bush an idiot and even said he didnt too much care about minorities, we called him a liar and a host of other things. We never called him an Al-Quaida operative (even though he helped recruit a lot more men than Osama). That kind of speech is ignorant and dangerous and I will not tolerate it about my (and whether you like it or not..your) president.<br /><br />9. <strong></strong>Getting Attacked By Animals That You Should Never Be Attacked By: Mauled by a bear? Eaten by an alligator? A Tiger? A GIRAFFE?: I wont say much about this besides...white people...you should really have figured this one out by now. First, stop going into the woods and pissing off animals in their living room. Alligators and bears arent like black dudes, they wont let you pet their hair and comment about how wooly it is. They will just attack you. Also, black people AND LIONS have been living in Africa for centuries............dont often read about them losing an arm trying to save their kids from lion attacks....im just sayin.<br /><br />10. <strong>Being scared of all other races</strong>: Back when I was living in Georgia, a white man told me, "Im tired of giving to everybody else when my family and the family of other good white men BUILT America. The country was BUILT ON OUR BACKS and you guys keep trying to take it away. This is my America". A bold thing to say in a group of black men, but I respected him for his dillusions. Truth be told, slave labor built the American economy into what it is today (Its very easy to become the richest nation in the world when you have free laborers for 100 years.), the Chinese built the railroad system that made us even more powerful, and the great strength of our military was in its numbers, intelligence, and the fearlessness of its soldiers, an assortment of races. I know the ever changing, multi-cultural, interracial world of today may seem scary to those who want to hold on to the image of America as pure white as the driven snow or a Norman Rockwell painting, but that is not America. We are a diverse country with diverse people. No need to fear the changes or the people making them.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-60098756367975190642009-07-15T06:04:00.001-07:002009-07-16T07:57:43.401-07:00Ten Things: I Wish Black People Would Stop Doing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcKd0ZdXY1weL0-K1NNqbm99N4v3tl38MbnRb2ajECtNMqiGCHfhIyAherYIKv6c6FUy4AKXd4gpys40yahGhtyMQNegLn8ytHZuwuSyDmrTOnv_TFqAU1sqSwdiy1MCccoYh5_RBx3Y/s1600-h/ghetto%2520idtiot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcKd0ZdXY1weL0-K1NNqbm99N4v3tl38MbnRb2ajECtNMqiGCHfhIyAherYIKv6c6FUy4AKXd4gpys40yahGhtyMQNegLn8ytHZuwuSyDmrTOnv_TFqAU1sqSwdiy1MCccoYh5_RBx3Y/s320/ghetto%2520idtiot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072291398441986" /></a><br />1. <strong>Giving babies stupid names</strong>: Everyone wants their child to be interesting and unique and many times that starts with an interesting name, but there is a fine line between creative and destructive. If your name is Mary and your husband's name is Kevin....don't name your son Markevin. If you really want to give your children a gift they can realize when they grow up, give them a name that will allow them to get a job. <br /><br />2. <strong>Being Ignorant In Public</strong>: In the confines of your own home its ok to be a lil Coon if you would like...in fact...nothing realizes stress better than breaking out some coonery. HOWEVER, the middle of a public venue is NOT the time to become a shufflin negro with no home training. I was recently waiting for a table at a restaraunt when a couple walked in and stood behind me for 15 minutes. The woman began to raise all hell because she was not being seated. Had she calmly inquired as to why...the coon would have realized that you have to go to the hostess and announce yourself and THEN they find you a table (I would have thought anyone who has ever been out to eat knows that, but you cant take coons anywhere). <br /><br />3. <strong>Rapping and Singing To Yourself In Public</strong>: I know the lyrics...you know the lyrics and Lil Wayne and Alicia Keys still perform their songs a little better than you. Stop looking like a fool, this isnt the bathroom mirror and you're not anyones American Idol. <br /><br />4. <strong>Rewarding idiocy</strong>: African Americans have a literacy rate almost as low as immigrants and the said part is we aren't trying to learn English as a second language. Parents please stop encouraging your children to talk "street" and then being surprised that the street is the only arena where they can succeed. Enunciation and proper syntax aren't being white. They are traits of intelligent men and women. <br />Celebrating the little boy who wants to rap but can't even write a sentence is pathetic. Instead of buying your son Jeezy the snowman shirts how about buying them a book. Instead of having them look up to lil Wayne how about a doctor or a lawyer. When I was a kid my Unt and uncles would ask me to say my abcs and then reward me for knowing them. Now kids get rewards for knowing how to do the "stanky leg"<br /><br />5. <strong>Complaining</strong>: Slave ships came and got us...thats true...we spent years suffering the indignities of slavery...yes, true. We then have spent the rest of our existence as a people fighting against the outrageous injustices of discrimination and hatred...nothing is closer to the truth. However, the story we tell at the end of the day should be we succeeded "in spite of" not failed "because of". Black people need to recognize that our race is our strongest asset, not our greatest liability. Just like bodybuilding, added stress and repeated abuse only serve as a sort of natural selection that has made us a much more resilient people. Its why 200 years out of slavery we are some of the most fine tuned athletes, most talented artists, and most creative minds on the planet. If you open up your eyes to realize we all have our own struggles to overcome then you would know there is nothing to complain about. <br /><br />6. <strong>Senseless Obama Praise</strong>: Now, I worked for the Obama campaign in CHICAGO where it all started. I know the man's policies, I know the man's ideas, I know how the organization works and I know just how great of a president he could possibly be. Like many, I'm not ashamed to say I fell to my knees and wept like a baby when he was elected because to black people across the world, we never thought the day would come when America allowed itself to truly be an equal country...even for a day. That BEING SAID....it is one of my greatest pet peeves to hear a black person talking about how great Obama is and then when you ask them for his policies they can't name ONE. In fact, very many elderly black men and women dont actually AGREE with Obama's more liberal thinking. I love the man and what he stands for as much as the next black/white/yellow/or red guy, but know WHY you stand behind a man before you stand behind him. <br /><br />7. <strong>Wasting Money</strong>: On average we earn thousands less than whites yet spend thousands more. Jordans are nice shoes, but when you make 13 dollars an hour, your 9 year old son doesn't have to them. Having realistic priorities...thats what differentiates adults from children. <br /><br />8. <strong>Being In McDonalds Commercials</strong>: Somewhere along the lines McDonald's ditched its iconic slogan "Have you had you're break today?" and replaced it and the smiling multi-cultural faces of its pretend staff and clientele with boombastic niggeriffic imagery. I'm tired of seeing black people poplocking and rapping why eating Big Macs. I have never been in McDonalds and ordered a #3 and then leaned back in a B-Boy stance nor as a child did was my DREAM to work at a Mcdonalds (like one commercial suggests of a 4 year old black boy and his older brother). Its pure racist madness and yet black actors keep auditioning for the role of Nigga #1 and Nigga #2. As a black actor myself I realize roles are hard to come and easy to lose, but integrity is even harder to come by and once you trade it for $300 dollars and a free lunch, you don't get it back. <br /><br />9. <strong>Wearing any gold, platinum, or silver mouth apparatus that isn't braces</strong>: I dont really have anything against gold fronts and the like...i mean besides the fact that they make you look incredibly stupid. My problem is...I've never met a person with that crap in their mouth who's breath DIDNT smell like hangover vomit. *Forrest Gump voice* and thats really all I have to say about that. <br /><br />10. <strong>WATCHING BET</strong>: Black Entertainment Television hasn't been black or entertaining for quite some years, but since selling itself to radically racist Sumner Redstone and his Empire of Evil (Which includes, but is not limited to: Bill O'Reilly, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, and the most often gag inducing (both for her concrete like face and for the things that fall out of it) He-She, Greta Van Susteren), BET has been little more than a cartoon. A walking joke that depicts Black America in the most negative of lights. By cutting the nightly news program from the station, Redstone and Viacomm succeeded in stealing the station's last vestige of intelligence. Now, BET is little more than a cautionary tale of what can happen to a good idea when it is influenced by not so good of people. And along the way it has done more than its share to contribute to the de-evolution of young black men and women across the country and the deterioration of the black image. KKK members should pay homage to Bob Johnson and his cohorts for making such a powerful recruiting tool for white supremacists. The station is a celebration of coonery at every angle and is in no truer a representation of black life than gangsta rap is a representative of "the streets". It has spawned a nation of white children imitating what they think it is to be black, to the embarrassment of us all. It has given us a half hearted "Rap it up" campaign (one that disgusts me not only because they air the commercials right after endorsing videos in which artists are OPENLY TALKING ABOUT UNSAFE SEX, but also because they think so very little of their audience that they couldn't even spell wrap correctly. As if black men and women will only respond to "hip hop" oriented messages, making a complete mockery of the situations severity), "Coonery Hill" and a host of other blemishes on the face of black america. Recently, BET honored our greatest star at the BET Awards by wholly dishonoring him. A poorly run, uninspired, vulgar, mess of a show. Exactly the opposite of every SINGLE thing that Michael Jackson stood for. The only solace I take is that had Michael Jackson been alive, he wouldn't even have attended the awards ceremony anyhow. I wont be attending anymore either.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-6688410014581129342009-07-09T11:44:00.000-07:002009-07-09T12:35:32.160-07:00A Good Guys TruthQuite often I am accosted by single women with complaints of their not being enough good men "out there". Usually, I have the patience to just humor them and tell them everything is going to be alright. I tell them that they are too good for their ex or that in time they will find the person they are looking for, however, the other day an older man in the gym said something that resonated with me. "Brian", he said while rubbing beads of sweat off his brow, "a friend is a person who tells it like it is. Not how it should be." Then his lifting buddy, a slight man with sixty years of wisdom and probably sixty gray strands of hair, joined the discussion. "My mother used to say the wounds of omission cut a lot deeper than the wounds of the truth...and they take a lot more time to heal." So in lieu of these two very very truthful statements, I must now be very very true. Here it goes:<br /><br />Dear Women,<br /><br /> I know this doesn't apply to all of you and there are many of you who don't need to hear this. Sadly though, there are many many more of you who do. All the nights you sat by the phone waiting for him to call, all the nights spent staining satin pillows with the salt of your tears...it is all YOUR fault. You and only you are to blame for the problems you have encountered in relationships. Forgive me if I sound harsh but I know of no other way to deliver sound a message. The truth is, many, NOT ALL, but many women suffer not from a lack of options but from a lack of maturity. There truly are a vast amount of good, hard-working, god-fearing, "I can bring him home to meet my parents" type of men "out there". The problem is simply that what you say you want and what you constantly decide to have are in constant opposition to one another. For the younger sect of women who say they want a nice guy, tell me then why you break your neck and run off the next woman to be with the man with no job, no prospects, and no ambition? Perhaps such an inexplicable behavior lends itself to the poisonous notion that you can "fix" a man. Take it from a man, you can not. You are all beautiful inside and out, but frankly there doesn't exist a single woman on Earth that "makes me wanna be a better man". Putting a new coat of paint on a house doesn't keep the termites from eating its rotting foundation. Change always comes from within and then radiates outward. A man will change when a MAN DECIDES it is time for him to change. Not because of your handy work. Use some of your common sense and stop looking to change a bad situation into a good one....and just look for a good situation. And if, by chance, you still find yourself wanting something that cant be tamed...go ride a wild horse. <br /> It is true that men have our issues, but you exacerbate things by becoming willing enablers to all the drama. In fact, it is a distinct lack of maturity that draws the women I am referring to toward drama. You seem to crave it. A woman once told me that if a relationship is completely devoid of drama its boring. Obviously, she has not stepped into the real world. OUT HERE in the real world there are plenty of dramatic things and as one of the real and good men you claim to seek I can tell you that as hard as life can be for a man, a real man doesn't want to come home to a storm in his relationship. In fact, a real man doesn't look to cause the people he loves any unnecessary strife. Children fight. Adults communicate. <br /> Speaking of communication, I want to take some time in this letter to ask questions rather than open wounds. Why be with someone who is not equipped emotionally to handle an adult relationship? Is it because you aren't? Why be with someone who is verbally abusive? Do you believe so little in yourself that nurturing conversation hurts you? If the thug life doesn't appeal to you, why chase after those who fit its image? If you can't bring him to your parents home, why even bring him to yours?<br /> Remember that we are the exact mirror image of that which we pursue. If you are in pursuit of those who just arent that good then its time to evaluate you. So when I told you that you were too good for your ex, I apologize for lying to a multitude of friends. You were just as good as him. You deserved him. And until you begin to wise up and break whatever chains constrain you to this behavior, he is all that you deserve. I am not saying this to ruffle your feathers or because I am jaded. I am saying it because I love each and every one of you. There are good men out there and in time you may open your eyes to the many standing right in front of you, but you'll never deserve better than what you are.<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />BrianMr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-36494948791179539502009-07-07T09:26:00.001-07:002009-07-07T10:26:12.873-07:00A Pause For The Cause: Love: In Black And WhiteI recently read a blog post by my buddy Stuart McDonald, you should give it a read ( http://stuartmcdonald.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/yes-i-like-black-women-is-that-a-problem/ ) , that was in response to an article that was disparaging interracial relationships. Like Stuart, or Stuey D. Williams as I like to call him, I am an avid and often times voracious reader of differing opinions. Though a staunch Democrat, I can understand and agree with many Republicans. Though a die hard Chicago Bears fan, I can appreciate and congratulate the Green Bay Packers for such a plethora of accomplishments garnered over their existence. I am a man, but can put myself in the shoes of a woman (not LITERALLY). The point I'm trying to make is that I have always took pride in being able to be judicious and cerebral in my thought process. I am proud of my ability to see both sides of the argument, however, when it comes to those who disagree with interracial relationships, I find them baseless and ignorant. Nothing more. Nothing less. I come from the home of a strong black family and the womb of a strong black woman and my skin is a constant reminder of the heritage I carry. Many feel that dating outside of my race stains that heritage in some way or another. Many feel as if it dilutes my blackness just because the woman at my side is Hispanic or Caucasian or Asian or any other tone that isnt distinctly "brown". I have dated outside of my race many times in the past and it has always been a very pleasant experience behind closed doors. However, I find myself constantly confronted with a world outside my window that is obsessed with turning something so beautiful into something so incredibly ugly. For those who think races should not "mix" tell me what exactly is wrong with two people being in love. I had an older white man tell me that black men who date white women are only doing it because they have a sexual fetish toward "his" women and that we still carried a "chip on our shoulder" from slavery and were anxious to use white women to even the score. Well, I've always been a believer in debunking idiocy with dry logic so here we go: If sexual intercourse in itself is a fetish and white men have been having sex with black women since Aunt Jemima was young, wouldn't that make him part of the worlds "freakiest" ancestry? Secondly, black men DO in fact carry the lingering weight of slavery and racism on their shoulders, but how exactly would dating a white woman "even the score" when it only serves to make everyone act even MORE harshly toward you. Its like taking a bath in honey then running with a bee's nest past Winnie The Pooh...its not that smart of an idea. <br />I had a black woman tell me that my dating of women outside of my race was pathetic and that I was only doing it because I was intimidated by black women. I love black women. My mother and two sisters are among them and I do believe that there is something quite magnificent about power of a black woman. That being said, I love all women and for one race (even if I happen to be a part of that race) to believe that their struggle is in some way superior to that of another is quite arrogant. It takes strength to be an honest and good woman of ANY race and if we all took the time to look outside of ourselves we would see the beautiful nuances that exist within the culture of our neighbors. I love the strength and beauty a black woman carries with her through the adversities of being black in America and a woman in a man's world. I love the sensuality of hispanic woman and their poise they display living in an America that feels it is quite alright to be racist and misogynistic toward them because Americans seem to feel "its only racism if its aimed at African Americans." Yes, I even love the nature a white woman has to carry because (believe it or not) it is not incredibly easy to be ANY kind of woman in America especially a white woman risking everything to love a man who isnt her same skin color. What I want you to take from this rather long and rather unorganize jumble of thoughts is that it takes bravery to love a person and when a two people of any color decide to make that leap of faith it should be celebrated not denigrated. When I pick a wife it will be a decision made not from sexual fetish or settling scores, nor from loyalty to my race. It will be a decision I have come to earnestly and out of loyalty to my heart. The bible says that God made US in HIS image. I own just about every interpretation of the bible that exists and never have I once seen it say, God made some white people and some black people and come yellow people and some red people and then told them you are all different and you should never come together". When I do read that I will be more than happy to reduce my options to only those sharing my brown skin, but until then I see no point. There is nothing more pure fulfilling than love. Those who choose to live their lives on an empty pursuit of ugliness can do just that. I, however, will enjoy life in all its hues and be all the better for it in the end. Food 4 Thought...eat freelyMr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-79471781587984746412009-07-05T23:54:00.000-07:002009-07-05T23:55:37.261-07:00Although I am only 23 I have lived quite a full life and have learned a very many lessons on the way. Here are just five I would like to share with you:<br /><br />1.<span style="font-weight:bold;">ITS EASIER TO TELL THE BRUTAL TRUTH THAN A BLATANT LIE</span>: Being politically correct is only correct if you're a politician, for everyone else it is nothing more than being a coward and most times a liar. During our lives we will all be faced with times in which we choose to tell the truth and hurt someone or we can choose to lie and make ourselves feel better. Take it from me, you may hurt one person with the truth, but you hurt everyone involved with your lie.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight:bold;">NEVER PUT YOUR TRUST IN PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR IT</span>: I've always been a friend to anyone and everyone who has needed one. I recognize that a friend is a person who doesn't need to be told when its time to be one and never needs your validation. People who openly vie for your trust are people who are trying to veil themselves in your security. They are only in your life to hurt you. Give your trust sparingly and only to those who have earned it with a quiet dignity and respect becoming of a true friend.<br /><br />3. <span style="font-weight:bold;">(MEN) THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS</span>: Although I may at times come off as rude, arrogant, or whatever other portrait those foriegn of me try to paint, I have a heart as big as the open sky. However, in recent years it has always come back to haunt me. I cant count how many times I have found myself in bad situations trying to "save" other people. Guys, realize that there is no such thing as a "damsel in distress" and you are never going to be a "knight in shining armor". The truth is that life is pretty indiscriminate and that whatever your life becomes is entirely what YOU made it. So when you see that woman with the sob story...maybe she is struggling to stay in college....maybe she is a single mother...maybe she cant pay her rent...when u see HER barely keeping her head above water...the best thing to do is to LET HER DROWN! The only savior in this universe is Jesus. Thats why HE could walk on water. In your case, she will use you as her life raft and ride you to safety and out of whatever bad situation she is in, after that you will be discarded like a Haitian inner tube. Dont be struck by a pretty face, once the novelty of it all wears off you will find she is not the girl you loved, she is not the person you respected and her pretty face masks a decaying personality. Keep in mind that she will NOT save you. Keep in mind that her decision making got her to where she is. Don't jump into troubled waters...you have not the life jacket to weather her storm.<br /><br />4. <span style="font-weight:bold;">FEAR IS AN INDICATOR OF SUCCESS</span>: You go to work day in and day out mindlessly, never once putting any thought to the terrifying notion that you could very well work a job you hate for the rest of your life. However, when the idea of quitting and chasing after your dream rears its head, you are petrified. Its normal to fear the unknown, but take a second to ponder this: Very few people are successful and they have all traveled the same path. Take a walk through the wilderness. Your calling may lie hidden in the wilderness. Take the unbeaten path.<br /><br />5. <span style="font-weight:bold;">LIVE ON FIRE</span>: Life is such a precious gift I think it has to be a sin to only exist. Take a chance to truly enjoy life and always live it with the same fire and passion as your creator. The breath in your lungs is a precious thing few have ever gotten to experience and each day you survive is one day more than a vast majority of the population. Every sunrise makes you a champion so live your life as if you've already won. Live fully. Live freely. Life on fire.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-20712377575682095502009-06-25T06:27:00.000-07:002009-06-25T06:46:14.717-07:00A Literary Exercise : Gods And MortalsIm TRYING to finish my novel Green Eyes but right now I am experiencing writers block...so the next few entries will be literary exercises...if you dont like to read...come back in three days lol. And without further ado...i will write until it makes sense....here we go. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What happens when Gods and mortals meet<br />Where fear and apprehension fleet<br />And sweet talk lasts from night til dawn<br />Without a single wearied yawn<br /><br />How do you make a goddess laugh<br />When first she comes across your path<br />With promises she dare not keep<br />That finally get you back to sleep<br /><br />How can you not offend the clouds<br />From wondering these things aloud<br />Like how can she be satisfied <br />With such a merely mortal guy<br /><br />What rights that I would sacrifice<br />To spend one less than mortal night<br />With such a goddess once again<br />Even if she must pretend<br /><br />Tell lies to me til I'm content<br />So I can breathe without resent<br />Since mortal lives are doomed to end<br />Let mine resign with Goddess friend<br /><br />And when I'm gone<br />Return to skies<br />To conquer other fruitless flies<br />But handle them with gentle hands<br />Or crush them like you did this man<br /><br />Your truth is never true or tried<br />But just a version of your lie<br />And those who choose to play pretend<br />Will never be alone again<br /><br />What happens when Gods and mortals meet<br />Where fear and apprehension fleet<br />The mortal always lives to say<br />I curse the day she flew awayMr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-45867138690640532122009-06-19T10:09:00.000-07:002009-06-19T19:33:41.116-07:00The Casting Director GameSo...im at work daydreaming about jobs I'd rather have. Today I wish I was a casting director for big hollywood films. Get to hobnob (that word is in the dictionary, by the way) with all the celebrities and live in the tragic irony that is working in such a hollow and depressing business that produces a finish product so full and inspiring to others (trust me, i know from experience), but I digress.... *thought bubble* It would probably go a little something like this.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcZ-aLtydurKDkgWvWTmWU2OD5BYuam4mTJXM4-9AOqt0raknAByqdiiuWHa6703aRUL3iJnu5Ddk4lYLHcLasAcfH87Ap5Gi8RoDnsaWVQX_P9r81bKOCnzZSTtqFjF6vEO4j90YDRY/s1600-h/wesley-snipes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcZ-aLtydurKDkgWvWTmWU2OD5BYuam4mTJXM4-9AOqt0raknAByqdiiuWHa6703aRUL3iJnu5Ddk4lYLHcLasAcfH87Ap5Gi8RoDnsaWVQX_P9r81bKOCnzZSTtqFjF6vEO4j90YDRY/s320/wesley-snipes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349114743666377538" /></a><br /><br /><br />BLACK MAN starring Wesley Snipes<br /><br />Tagline: They thought nothing could be darker than the night...<br /><br />Plot: Harold Jenkins is a mild mannered Karate Instructor by day, but by night he stalks the streets as BlackMan, a half man half shadow hell bent on keeping the streets clean. He doesnt have to lurk in the shadows...he is one. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXIjcqB17PmBEaxYHSRTRFWiaarF3fQCUKo57OY4GFegLqEUGTYX_u6Qi5imLyURV4XZOkzktSlFPADz-jtRaK9ZxmfHL137AYetW_fa1YNEWbNv6FhGYbCVTR7St6CQRt8QH669YVIw/s1600-h/up-1questlove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXIjcqB17PmBEaxYHSRTRFWiaarF3fQCUKo57OY4GFegLqEUGTYX_u6Qi5imLyURV4XZOkzktSlFPADz-jtRaK9ZxmfHL137AYetW_fa1YNEWbNv6FhGYbCVTR7St6CQRt8QH669YVIw/s320/up-1questlove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349182147761357170" /></a><br /><br /><br />MR. T GOES TO SCHOOL starring Questlove<br /><br />Tagline: He pities the fool who doesn't think learnin' is cool<br /><br />Plot Summary: Mr. T is going back to school and hes bringing the PAIN! Opting for a more peaceful life than the A-Team could provide, T decides to become a high school gym teacher. He soon finds that running away from explosions and busting heads was the easy part...Teenagers are hard!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmW8DkufxYtoi23XrPgxGlaX9dWJePQxvLi6FCYByWilYrBAfky_OXRvv5FOtJy-r9ptAsSG9J0MDIqRMhwxE1cOoGDtZmv_3F0ztRUK5WvNOC-x8Qw9xkpiY9PZ2ViFQUycMo6gz43I/s1600-h/chris_brown_and_elmo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmW8DkufxYtoi23XrPgxGlaX9dWJePQxvLi6FCYByWilYrBAfky_OXRvv5FOtJy-r9ptAsSG9J0MDIqRMhwxE1cOoGDtZmv_3F0ztRUK5WvNOC-x8Qw9xkpiY9PZ2ViFQUycMo6gz43I/s320/chris_brown_and_elmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349202135582876450" /></a><br /><br /><br />REDEMPTION starring Chris Brown & Elmo<br /><br />TAGLINE: Theres always a first time for a second chance<br /><br /><br />PLOT SUMMARY: Chris Brown had it all, money, fast cars, and a legion of adoring fans. The sky was the limit until one fateful night everything changed. Broken and alone, Brown hits rock bottom as a janitor at the Sesame Street School of Arts. It is there under the instruction of the strict but caring Elmo, Brown learns that even if you can't see a star shining it still a star.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LEdPUCS3QTz6AXUs0ejroeHeJy_7v1lPP4Yp3CQiEN4gfPgTraQtkhYlNP3FF1wyuus2INkQ3yPY8ONFVqevZYmuTW3BWlFcLl8IRe8oveJCpyYtvrdCL4ebjoLfd-72Iroed6gkxwM/s1600-h/r__kelly_manq__3_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LEdPUCS3QTz6AXUs0ejroeHeJy_7v1lPP4Yp3CQiEN4gfPgTraQtkhYlNP3FF1wyuus2INkQ3yPY8ONFVqevZYmuTW3BWlFcLl8IRe8oveJCpyYtvrdCL4ebjoLfd-72Iroed6gkxwM/s320/r__kelly_manq__3_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349206679058064098" /></a><br /><br />MANnequin starring R. Kelly<br /><br />TAGLINE: No Refunds, No Exchange, No Escape<br /><br />PLOT SUMMARY: Somethings very wrong in Little Susies girls department store when young girls continue to disappear without a trace. When Detective Randy Cheeks is assigned to the case he goes undercover as a store mannequin to get to the bottom of this eerie case. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AILqcVoBiiRxvMN4qParSxiBaq65yL5m81u08shPShDcalkRBiUG8pYsGxUH40TX5K5Iau8jtvePaFc0nmSSCa-8m7HTvFRJp2Eq0OF9Wm881S5H1JQAL6qDGcw4lkoQFDJHfMztgWg/s1600-h/fdc78b7e8da14c0b_tila.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9AILqcVoBiiRxvMN4qParSxiBaq65yL5m81u08shPShDcalkRBiUG8pYsGxUH40TX5K5Iau8jtvePaFc0nmSSCa-8m7HTvFRJp2Eq0OF9Wm881S5H1JQAL6qDGcw4lkoQFDJHfMztgWg/s320/fdc78b7e8da14c0b_tila.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349227844175145170" /></a><br /><br /><br />A Shot On Tequila: The Documentary<br /><br />TAGLINE: A good STIFF comedy. <br /><br />PLOT SUMMARY: She's everyone's favorite....well...the very well liked...uhmm...the amazing actress...ok uhhh...a capable singer...no uhhh...ok lets try this again. The most untalented annoying and self obsessed woman in the world has produced a film about the cause she cares about most. Herself. Follow Tila as she sits at home and tweets all day about being a superstar. Bonus footage includes 15 minute long outtake reel, some would call it her career. <br /><br /><br />And lastly for today would be <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMO7XihlEs50K1k2xzx3DfRvh2A5XjXc3a2ZKxgq8HVEtzbI1ffRgA22w3U7jfst5FRH_bFTKBCebmHOxGSEZ1Hl5pA8eNIBnWxHlpIwTMIo3og5258pe4Ha1BIq-m7kGElRc9xSsBT0/s1600-h/mattymc_wheels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMO7XihlEs50K1k2xzx3DfRvh2A5XjXc3a2ZKxgq8HVEtzbI1ffRgA22w3U7jfst5FRH_bFTKBCebmHOxGSEZ1Hl5pA8eNIBnWxHlpIwTMIo3og5258pe4Ha1BIq-m7kGElRc9xSsBT0/s320/mattymc_wheels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349231450648821314" /></a><br /><br /><br />HEAD OVER WHEELS starring Matthew McConnawhatever his name is and Kate Hudson<br /><br />TAGLINE: He drives a car, she rides a bike...but that wont stop them from falling Head over wheels!<br /><br />Plot: Its basically just Matt talking in his southern drawl and smiling stupidly for 2 hours...like all the rest of his movies. <br /><br />Ahhh the possibilities..... *thought bubble closed* Sigh...guess i should get back to work.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-90537804919146509652009-06-19T06:37:00.001-07:002009-06-19T09:01:00.218-07:0010 Random Thoughts @ Work1. Where is Joe Biden?<br /><br />2. Would twitter have been so successful if they had named it after the sound of another animal? I can't exactly see myself "meowing".<br /><br />3. One of the best feelings in the world are a pair of new socks. Its like moving into a fresh white house with brand new carpet...ahhhh new socks.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGWSR1Ks8GI_5-QRuBh6LV01I5iOcYwsdnG57d5DyA4OoJUHJ5d9X_7fVA_-vrJFO7L-Yy4z1j8adw-Aa0TBpEAjioFT6GFgSIWPwApP3I8_J0Cm1d2oTCxRzhuCoHf2rDhlHJLOt8RY/s1600-h/328179919_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGWSR1Ks8GI_5-QRuBh6LV01I5iOcYwsdnG57d5DyA4OoJUHJ5d9X_7fVA_-vrJFO7L-Yy4z1j8adw-Aa0TBpEAjioFT6GFgSIWPwApP3I8_J0Cm1d2oTCxRzhuCoHf2rDhlHJLOt8RY/s320/328179919_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349033328465294450" /></a><br />I went to college and all the kids who had guitars had really cute girlfriends. So I bought one and stood on campus holding it. A really cute girl came up to me and asked me how long I was gonna wait before I played a song for her. I replied, "That depends. How long does it take to learn how to play guitar?" she walked away. Now I just carry a boombox like Radio Rahim. The girls are less cute and wear a lot of gold chains. <br /><br />5. I don't care WHAT animal lovers say, MY MOUTH is cleaner than a dog or a cats. I sat and watched a dog lick his own balls for 11 minutes one day. As to why I watched for the entire 11 minutes, it was a slow day at work but thats besides the point. I also so a cat lick his own butt....I know what comes out of there...thats not so clean.<br /><br /> 5a. Well, now that I think about it, some adults are partial to licking butts<br /> too. It used to be so black and white when I was talking about cats and <br /> dogs, but now you throw humans in and its gray to me. Moral of the story<br /> if you MUST lick a butt...brush and Scope it people. <br /><br />6. If you are in the NBA and get paid MILLIONS to play basketball, you should be fined 5000 dollars EVERY TIME you miss a FREE throw. It's an open shot. If you cant make an open shot 15 feet away from a basket (and you are ONLY on average 3.5 feet shorter than the basket....you shouldn't be a ball player).<br /><br />7. I was watching an episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with a four year old on Monday and as a grown up i had a few questions. You mean to tell me that while people found it odd that there were these 6 foot muscular surfer talking, karate chopping, pizza eating turtles that lived in the sewer...NOBODY found it strange that shredder was a 6 foot man in a purple Under Armour shirt, a cape, and a mangled trash can on his head? Also,...why would SIX FOOT MUSCULAR SURFER TALKING, KARATE CHOPPING, PIZZA EATING TURTLES need to wear masks...chances are they are prolly the only ones out there. What the hell was Krang?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcxLxtMQfA9yMvcWyIb23GFqvKJZE5_Hj85FXomqTJMke0CPvaFV4FpeZcXb9cosIneF8CJNzG9LSz3DO0Mp1rdjQV-x0uRij2eIXXtWyZsQCv5pjsXjmGXXy8iEMgTbTA-zy5JYQZ2E/s1600-h/Shredder2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfcxLxtMQfA9yMvcWyIb23GFqvKJZE5_Hj85FXomqTJMke0CPvaFV4FpeZcXb9cosIneF8CJNzG9LSz3DO0Mp1rdjQV-x0uRij2eIXXtWyZsQCv5pjsXjmGXXy8iEMgTbTA-zy5JYQZ2E/s320/Shredder2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349067855407601666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />8. Does anyone know exactly WHY we were even looking for Waldo? I mean you go through all that trouble and once find him you turn the page. Thats kinda dumb, especially if he owes you money. <br /><br />9. Whoever thought of musical chairs was a horrible party host. I play this annoying and very often VIOLENT game and all I win is a chance to sit down? I hate contests where you dont really win anything. I'm sure they also invented the Pepsi Challenge<br /><br />10. Where is Ananda Lewis? And what happened to Teen Summit?Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-39874100223514287592009-03-30T12:36:00.000-07:002009-03-30T12:42:23.075-07:00Something short...while im at workNothing deep...<br />....losing sleep...<br />..From the company i keep...<br />Its bittersweet..<br />but still a treat..<br />This little company I keep...<br />And when its gone..<br />..and I'm alone...<br />In my empty little home..<br />I'll finally sleep..<br />that peaceful sleep<br />...like something deep was in my sheetsMr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-53155623194054393032009-03-18T12:25:00.000-07:002009-03-18T13:14:29.140-07:00Life ...In ModerationAs a child growing up (English majors, trust me, I do realize how redundant that phrase is, but this is my blog and I will write it as I please)...Anyhow, as a child growing up, I was often messy...needlessly dramatic and hopelessly chaotic. Yet at the same time I had always been stoically reserved to the point that people thought me somewhat depressed. I might have been the only six year old who had to be removed from class from nearly having a panic attack over concerns about the Gulf War. It's the duality of myself that I had always found special. The imaginary chemical imbalances that made me both left and right brained. Yet, as I have become a man those throes of passion have learned to subdue. Instead, waiting for a proper time to reveal themselves so as not to be judged by eyes never meant to behold them. It really is curious how life can take what you plan and turn it into what you planned. I had planned on becoming a rebellious celebrity who lived a life both hard and short. I had planned on becoming a rich young man who would have never known a day of working 9-5. Life instead placed me at this desk pouring over graphs and policies. I bought myself a sport coat with plans of papparrazi pictures at the hottest club. Life made me purchase the tie. The briefcase was a gift. I guess what I'm trying to say is that up to this point in my life I had been living on auto-pilot, gracious if not mindlessly allowing the tide to push and pull me where it may. I had woke up one morning no longer the courageous child I used to be. No longer the mischievious misfit who dared dream bigger mountains than he was she he could climb. Instead, I had become a coward to my bills and circumstance and deep down hated myself. At my lowest of lows, I found myself staring at my ceiling morning after morning just searching for something...anything...anything reason to put my foot to the floor and start another day. Dead end job...dead beat friends...and then came the light that would serve as my new life preserver. She was bubbly, foul mouthed and abundantly organic. She was just as confused as I, but seemed to bask in it with a sort of Bobby McFerrin sensibility. That along made her beautiful and her beauty made her indescribable. Admittedly, being who I am, I'm prone to falling in love, but never once had I fallen in trust. Ours was a relationship rife with vices. We overdosed on immaturity and I knew of her liberally. Our binges were sharing laughs under covers while watching late night television and at night while she lay head on my naked chest and covered it in tussles of hair and soft breaths, I consumed all she had to give. With my new drug I was stubborn. Yes, this much is true, but what addict lives in moderation? She made me feel something that I hadn't truly felt in a long time. Important. Outside of the confines of my care, her world was murky and completely in disarray, but with me she felt safe. In the time she was with me she taught me once again that it was alright to dream. I taught her that it was safe to grow up. I showed her the ground and gave her her footing. In return she re-introduced me to the clouds. Ironically, it was only after living in my bubble that she came to realize the true mountains of her own. And as I she packs up for her stint in the United States Army I am both estatic and remorseful. To her, I ask that she continues to find that which she is looking for, but never lose that which she already is. I want you to know that I didnt just care for you and take care of you...I came alive for you. And if you ever lose your light, you can find it all still in the chambers of my chest. I gave you love, and in return you gave me life. Thank you and I love you and I will miss you.Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-38914129364607085372008-01-01T11:10:00.001-08:002008-01-01T15:29:43.416-08:00Pause For The Cause<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Thug Mentality: A Pandemic Of Thought</span><br /><br />PART 1 OF 3<br /><br /><br /><br />Since the first slave ships docked in the "New World" carrying their precious ebony cargo, Blacks in America have been under a constant attack. Each decade has brought us new challenges and each generation has stood to face them with a resiliency that has long since characterized us as a people. But we are no longer in an age where our enemy lacks pigmentation. No longer are we trapped in a battle between our government or a racist ideology. No, we are in the age of the iPod and just like the advances in technology, the enemy of Black America has upgraded to a nice 2.0. We no longer have to protection of the Black Panthers and no longer fear the brutality of the Blue and Whites. Our enemy does not don green fatigues and utter Nazi rhetoric. Our enemy can be seen in our reflection. It is wholly familiar. Distinctly brown.<br /><br /><br /><br />As you may have noticed, this is a departure from the usual humor I administer in these columns, but watching the destruction of a people is never a humorous matter. We should not laugh off our own degeneration or ignore the issue that is at hand. Please do not confuse me with Tipper Gore and the mothers of the PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center). As an artist I fully understand that artistic expression is just that and can not be policed. This entry is not an attack on Hip Hop. While it is true that America and its political structure did at one point fear Hip Hop music, the fervent cries of the right have subsided to a quiet lull as has "hip hop" and dare I put it in quotations...as has "music". What it has been replaced with is a perversion of a genre of hip hop that was at one time both novel and thought provoking. Gangsta rap, as it was dubbed, was every bit as poetic and biting as the stylings of Public Enemy and KRS-One. NWA were truly Niggas Wit Attitudes who had each grew up in the distress of the Cali hoods and had earned the right to say "Fuck Tha Police". When emcees like Ice T spoke they painted vivid pictures of the hardships of life in the inner city. Not to glorify a lifestyle, but to heighten awareness of its existence.<br /><br />Somewhere along the lines we became aware...desensitived...and completely uninterested with the horrors of the "Thug Life". Although it had always played a part, somewhere along the lines we became fascinated with the ostentatious. We became a parody of ourselves and somewhere along the lines, the beast that once couldn't be tamed had become the teddy bear the American public eagerly went to bed with each night. But while rap was busy transforming itself into an unintellectual super power it was all the while growing like cancer in the psyche of the African American youth. It gained billions in the process, but who exactly were the casualities in this war or attrition?<br /><br />Stay tuned for Part 2Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-46784368812796754912007-11-20T20:47:00.000-08:002008-12-09T05:00:31.519-08:00Happy Holidays: A Survial Guide<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9u25VB7FXSt5uI9T1AIhRUzTVO8Xmp-0xwCCm-wrc3lqDrsImJGJyFdjCRGq2FSkSBQACaw7lfZVXWn_fGfZHBE-WNtCu4cyQnyiwLShawODnoh_uF4k1lrxEqwdxgGJTlpJFCth_ro/s1600-h/momma.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHlwIwgI3Kds9mEg05t-teNpYeB95LJEOXFiTqqzhxV4M7JuPAObPtos2R3q33Y7oFJVaafx8xFfpaqiSlYV7Y0StEv6qcabGn9hlMBY_oELb75F1RprqdEG9loSsQA6bvesxHIqnj8kc/s1600-h/momma.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="left">As the leaves begin to turn and that summer's breeze becomes a winter's chill, I begin to get that feeling that I always get around this time. Its an odd mixture of both glee and dread because while its beginning to feel a lot like Christmas......its beginning to feel A LOT like Christmas.<br /><br />A HoliDAY In The Life Of Mr. Wise Guy : A Guide For Survival.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">It all starts out so simple...</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Momma Wise Woman in the kitchen cooking up good food early in the morning.<br /><br />Poppa Wise Guy on the couch.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">So innocent.<br /><br />As Alvin & The Chipmunks perform a stirring rendition of Jingle Bells, I sit thoroughly satisfied by the thought that for at least one day out of the year I can sit back and relax and have no worries besides who will try and beat me to the macaroni and cheese for seconds. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">It starts out so simple....<br /><br />But then</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">You add<br />The family.....<br /><br /><strong>12 Wise Guys Eating....</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />I was watching the Discovery Channel one night before bed (because sometimes I do that...the voiceover actors voice is as soothing as VaporRub...but I've digressed) and I learned something very interesting. The Relative or the <em>FreeLoaderus Judgementalist</em> as they are commonly referred to in the scientific community, is an elusive beast. That being said, the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist </em>can not resist the lure of free food or free money. So holidays are the most dangerous times for us regular folk. I can still feel the tossing and turning of my stomach as I looked out the window and saw them coming one by one, being carried by the nostrils via the food aromas eminating from the Wise Guy home. As I open the door to greet cousin after cousin that I havent seen since LAST holiday, no sugar plum fairies danced in my head. By the end of the night they will have eaten them all. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>11 Wise Guys Asking Dumb Questions:<br /></strong></div><br /><br />While the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist</em> ravenously packs its gullet with the feast you have prepared, you will undoubtedly be forced to endure the same "thought provoking" questions. You know the ones I'm talking about. They are the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist</em> equivalent "Nice weather we're having" or "How about those Chicago Bears?" Those dreadful questions where nobody cares about the question or the answer...just senseless conversation to cover up the clinking of knives and forks hitting plates they dont own and feeding stomachs that didnt bother to bring any food to contribute. The family favorite would have to be the classic, "So, Mr. Wise Guy, when are you going to get married?" A question that perplexes me considering I haven't even been able to drink long enough for that novelty to first wear off. I usually just reply with a joke, all the while knowing that with the amount of food they consume, garbage the produce and trouble they create, when i do get married the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist</em> will most likely be the last to know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>10 Wise Guys Drinking...</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />Its the same story every year, and yet, I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching it play out. No matter what event it might be, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Independence Day, it never fails that within about twenty minutes of the designated start time (and since black people are always late... this fact is even more entertaining) someone will be drunk. And not just that "I'm a little dizzy so I should sit down" drunk, but that "Lets all just look away and pretend that he didn't just say that" drunk. Yes, in the Wise Guy family there is a third lethal vice of the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist.</em> While most zoos tell you not to feed the animals, my advice to you if you ever have the pleasure of joining in our festivities, is to never EVER let them drink. Yes, this pack of wild boose hounds will wander (or stumble) aimlessly about the gathering loudly taking offense to things you said (or they imagined you said) back in 1987. Some of these boose hounds will readily remind you of every reason why their life has been so much harder than yours, somehow forgetting you all crawled from the same swamp. Others will bounce from person to person telling stories with points that never seem to show up to an audience that never seems to stay. My advice....never make eye contact.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>9 Family Secrets</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />Of course no family gathering that involves this much free food and alcohol can be without a few loose lips. If conflict is the essence of all drama then family might very well be one of its synonyms. It never fails that sooner or later just seeing one another isn't enough of an elation for the <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalist</em>. For this animal boredom breeds invention and before long the nasty rumors about Uncle Wise Man or Cousin Wise Girl began to fly. I try not to get involved. When the buzzing of the rumor mill begins to get too loud I just find a quiet place and hum the 12 Days Of Christmas, it doesn't work, but when you do it you look just crazy enough that nobody will actually bother you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>8 Closet Cousins</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />Not much to be said about the situation, but we all know that cousin whats his name's FRIEND who happens to be a BOY is in fact his BOYFRIEND. And the only thing its raining in their "shared apartment" is men.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>7 Games of Spades</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />After good food and bad manners comes the obligatory game of Spades in the black family. The rules are simple: 1. Tell as many jokes as you have in your soul to tell<br /><br />2. Talk more trash that Oscar The Grouch<br /><br />3. ALWAYS partner with someone over 35 (and if they call cigarettes<br /><br />"smokes" or "squares" you've already won the game)<br /><br />4. And above ALL ELSE ...if you value your life. DO NOT RENEG.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>6 Awkward Moments</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />Guess whos coming to dinner...<br /><br />If she can't use your comb you can bet it will be an awkward moment bringin her home<br /><br />If that baby is ugly....its gonna be an awkward moment.<br /><br />When that separated couple gets back together trying to make it work again for the holidays...you can bet its gonna be an awkward moment.<br /><br /><br /><br />....The Wise Guy Family...providing more awkward moments than an episode of Maury Povich.<br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>5 Nosey Aunties</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Of all the animals sitting in your house eating up your food and breathing your air, there will be one alpha and all powerful being who holds the power over all of them. She is the reason why scientists even added the <em>Judgementalist </em>to the relative's name. She is the reason your cousin has that eating disorder and will never get married. Like a black hole, this aunt will suck both the life out of the party and the dignity out of anyone who entertains her self-righteous opinions. She always knows exactly where you are going wrong in live, possessing near psychic powers when it comes to your life. However, just like psychics being blind to their own fortunes, she will always be ignorant of the mess her own family is in. You can handle her two ways: Allow her this moment of victory so she can feel some sort of security in her insecure life, or just ignore her. I'M WARNING YOU...at no time is it advisable to get into a confrontation with this beast. When cornered they become very dangerous.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>4 Disliked In-Laws</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />If family gatherings were Hollywood movies then in-laws would no doubt be the villians. Sure most of them are great. Sure most of them are tolerable (albeit in small doses), but just like every movie generation has its Ike Turner or Darth Vader (or Albert "Mister" Johnson for all you Danny Glover and The Color Purple Fans), every generation of family has that one in-law. They are the ones that everyone in the family dislikes and dislikes everyone in the family just as much. Fake smiles and the high pitched "I'm so happy to be here" voices masks their contempt for everything the family stands for. Equally fake smiles and half hearted hello's give away most of the family's disposition to the newly acquired "bad taste" . Of course, nobody dares to stir up trouble with the loved one who's made the bad choice and of course they are the only ones oblivious to the glacier that forms in any room their spouse enters. But, in keeping with code, we all stick to Momma's Wise Guy's, "If you like em I love em" ethic. But this year I propose a change in doctrine. "If you love em....YOU love em".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>3 Wise Guys Afraid To Grow Up</strong><br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />It could very well be the saddest part of the holiday festivities. Theres nothing worse than seeing a 45 year old man who behaves like a 15 year old boy. No job, no prospects, no plan. These <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalists</em> are at sharp disadvantage in the wild, because they depend on your kindness (or pity) to survive. When they first arrive, and believe me they will be the FIRST to arrive, their antics are amusing. However, as time passes you are forced to realize that their playful nature isn't because they are just young at heart, but because they never really grew up. Armed with nothing more than a sharp wit and a dull dream, these injured <em>Freeloaderus Judgementalists</em> live for the holidays and spend the rest of the year licking their wounds.<br /><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>2 Snobbish Brothers...</strong><br /><br />Have you seen my new car? I just got a new job making $$$$. My house is so big that when you come visit I'm gonna have to give you a tour! Your life is nice, but let me help you become the man that I AM. If you have ever heard any of these, you have been caught in the web of the Snobbish Brother. I don't know what it is about these creatures but they all share a few characteristics that are older than time itself. First, no matter what the situation, they will always feel as if they are the person equipped to give advice or critique you never really asked for. Secondly, they live in a very impersonal world. (Usually, they are married to that villianous in-law, and if that is the case, then maybe that new found frigidity comes from constantly sitting next to glaciers). The only thing smaller than their understanding for human relationships is their willingness to change. The only thing greater than their egos are....well....nothing? It is that arrogant "Mine is bigger and better than yours" attitude that the family is forced to suffer in silence, although this attack is usually focused squarely at the younger brother. However, all is not lost with the snobbish brother. When caught alone or having a personal problem of their own, the brother can be truly fragile and naturally human and above all, a great brother. And those moments can redeem him from all past offenses.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>1 Thankful Wise Guy...</strong><br /><br />Whether it be my drunk Uncle Roscoe or a brother who thinks he's more that what he is, These are the people that define the twisted little ball of holiday cheer I am. When I just take a step back and look at them all its easy to see why I love them...and why I fall in love with each and every one of those creatures every year. As I look out the window on this holiday, I'm beginning to become anxious to see the familiar faces carried in by the loving aromas of my mothers kitchen. And as the leave begin to turn and the summer's breeze becomes a winter's chill, I once again get that feeling that I always get around this time. I can see my reflection in the window and can't help but smile. Even a Scrooge has his moment. It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...yes, a LOT like Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Life is... The happiest Holiday of all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div></div>Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529123868263894062.post-79575876438278705592007-11-15T21:18:00.000-08:002007-11-16T05:52:05.335-08:00First Post...its always the hardest..and the quickest<div align="left">hmmm....my first post. I know I'm supposed to say something profound because well....this is my FIRST post. The inaugural meeting of your eyes and my thoughts. Hell ....wait, can I say hell?...its your blog Brian of course you can..but I've managed to digress. Where was I? Ah yes, Hell, this is the first time you and I are together and lets face it everybody remembers their first time.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />So maybe I shouldn't compare a blog to sex, but then again, maybe its exactly like sex. Look at me sitting in front of this computer screen nervously trying to impress you. Leaning in in some vain attempt to read your signals, praying that with every attempt at being "effortlessly funny" or "naturally confident" that I keep your interest. Maybe I haven't fumbled around nearly as much as my first sexual encounter, but my palms are just as clammy. Ok, Brian, you can do this. They don't have to know this is your first time. All you have to do is fake it for a few minutes or...erm...hours...or...oh Christ, how long is this supposed to last? Where do I put my punctuation? I hear there are a lot of red ink scares going around these days...I hope my thoughts are gonna be protected enough surrounded by these "quotation marks". (which, by the way I'm not even sure if I'm using right). Inevitably, just like the first sex on the uncomfortably cold hardwood floor of my first girlfriends bedroom, the first blog probably lacks the fluid motion and lucid technique that comes from years of trial and error. But, it has its saving graces. Though, and maybe even a bit awkward, it ends with the promise of improvement. Next time, I wont come to the screen with anxiety because your minds and this blog will be places that I have charted before. Of course I will tell my friends that you loved my blog and couldn't wait to read it again. And you will tell your friends that my blog was "sweet" and you might glance at it once or twice more. And in the end we will both leave with some sort of intrigue for one another knowing that ...it wasnt so bad the first time around and hey...it can only get better!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Sincerely,<br />Mr. Wise Guy</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br /></div>Mr. Wise Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05328351429076164514noreply@blogger.com3