Boston Bomber a Rock Star? I don't think so!

     Boston is up in arms and I don't blame my city. The Rolling Stone Magazine has chosen to grant Dzhokar Tsarnaev Rock Star status. My god, what were they thinking. The City of Boston is still grieving the loss of a young 8 year old boy who Tsarnaev chose to put a bomb behind. The following photo is The Rolling Stone Cover:

     I, being a mobile Disc Jockey will never purchase this magazine ever again. I ask all Bostonians to join my in this resolve. I know that I will probably get a bunch of crap from individuals saying "freedom of the press..." My answer is "Martin Richards" An eight year old who will not see his ninth birthday because of this monster. SHAME on you Rolling Stone! You want to put a picture of this terrorist on the cover...... Here's your photo!

     Thanks to the police officer who released these photos. You, sir, are keeping it real!

Getting something off my Chest!

     Why does the work place have to be so difficult to be in? I find it so interesting that people can not just get along. Prejudice is still living in the workplace, I see it every day. Sometimes directed at me, sometimes directed at others. There is someone I am acquainted with named, let’s call him Dan. Now Dan has never liked me, first because I worked at the counter and second because I’m fat. Don’t get you knickers in a bunch. I know I’m fat, have been all my life. Except for those few years that I nearly died because of weight reduction surgery back in the olden days. But all in all I embrace my large size, it is who I am.

      My question is how does this affect Dan? It’s not like at lunch time I walk up to his plate and steal his food. I do nothing to him but he has become a thorn in my side. And just like anything that bothers you eventually you have to do something about it. I sit in my home away from home (my cubicle) each day and overhear these constant comments such as “Dumb ass” “Douche”. But it’s not only myself that I hear comments being made about. Whenever a person of Asian descent comes in to the inside sales area the usual  comments are heard, “Ching Chow” ,  “ So Lon Fuk”…… I find these disgusting.

    Even today I get called an “asshole” because he has to pick up the phone. It is just so very frustrating. I have never met anybody as miserable as him. I now get up in the morning dreading coming to work. On the days that he is off or “sick” are the best days of the week. You can actually feel the difference in the office. I was once asked by another guy in the office, “Did you ass fuck his daughter or something?” my answer was “Not that I know of…..maybe,…..NAH!”

     Every time dan calls in sick or is on vacation you can just see the whole office brighten up. There is a happier atmosphere hanging over the office. Today is one of those days! It is freakin’ AWESOME!

It's Tuesday and I'm proud and pissed!

     I picked up Emma from her Writing Fellowship at Grub Street on Boyleston Street in Boston right after work. She had an excellent day! She rode the MBTA into Boston by herself and was even early for the start of her adventure. At lunch break, after a hard morning of writing, her and her new friend Tara went to lunch at Subway. They finished lunch quickly because they want to explore the Out Of The Box Festival that was occurring at the Boston Commons. I am so happy that she is finding the joy of Boston on her own. I know it can be a scary place but you can't live in fear. You just have to be careful. When I was younger I used to wander the streets of Boston and I had a blast. Until I had a run in with five black youths who took all my money that I had, but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I never went into Boston after dark until I was bigger and older. I am extremely proud of my daughter. Now onto being pissed......

LOS ANGELES (AP) -- Protesters ran through Los Angeles streets Monday night, breaking windows, attacking people on sidewalks and at one point raiding a Wal-Mart store, while others blocked a major freeway in the San Francisco Bay Area in the third night of demonstrations in California over George Zimmerman's Florida acquittal in the shooting death of Trayvon Martin.

     Why? Why do you destroy your neighborhood? Why do you attacking innocent people? I don't get it. This case should have never gone to court, there was too many doubts. It was over zealous prosecutors who wanted to make a name for themselves. First of all was Trayvon own father who said that the voice crying for help on the cellphone call was not his son,  Reasonable Doubt. There were cuts and abrasions on the back of Zimmermans head from being slammed into the side walk, Reasonable Doubt. The Prosecution withheld evidence from the defense - "Kruidbos testified last month that he found embarrassing photos on Martin's phone that included pictures of a clump of jewelry on a bed, underage nude females, marijuana plants and a hand holding a semi-automatic pistol." - Reuters. Just a total cluster f$%k. The jury was placed in a position where there was no other choice but to find Zimmerman innocent.
     Granted, Zimmerman should not have confronted Trayvon as per the Police requests. But it happened, I feel sorry for everyone. A young man is dead, another mans life is destroyed and a country is in turmoil. Why? Because of poor judgement. The media I think is responsible for fanning the flames, didn't they come up with a phrase I have never heard before White Hispanic. What the hell is that? I thought when you were Hispanic you were Hispanic. What is this White Hispanic? I'll tell you, its the media playing the race card and stirring up trouble. It makes me pissed that everything has to be about race. We are all the same, all equal, all just people living on this planet. If we can not get along, then what does the future truly hold for mankind? If you want, leave your opinion because that is what living in America is all about.... Freedom and being able to express yourself in a non-violent way. I have never seen anything in life that could not be discussed. Just had to get this off my chest. My prayers and thoughts go out to all who have been affected by this unfortunate incident. 

Luke is at Camp and Emma Start her Writing Fellowship.

   

  Luke started camp a week ago. He has been going to Camp Belknap for the past 5 years, he loves it. Personally I think that he loves the fact that he leaves his family and that he is on his own. Good for him, I'm proud that he is so independent. I have written him every day and I have heard from him only once. Which is fine, I understand that he is growing up and needs his own way in life.
     Today, Emma starts her Writing Fellowship at Grub Street. She took a class there during her April vacation and loved it. She then applied for the Fellowship and provided a sample of her writing, there were about 600 local kids who applied and 20 were selected. My baby girl was one of the chosen few. She was beside herself, all she wants to do is be a writer. She is very good at writing. She won a poetry contest at the Everett Parlin Library, this validated her writings as something that was not something that she should abandon. I am so proud of her. Following her heart, wish I was brave enough to do that when I was at her age.
     When I was in High School, one of my teachers told my mother that I should go to New York and break into acting or writing. This was because of the comedy show that I wrote for my Video class. Not only did I direct and write it. When someone couldn't deliver their lines right, I took there place in the show. I managed to play 5 roles myself. Follow your dreams kid or you'll end up selling toilets like yours truly.
     This past Sunday, I upgraded my son's phone to a iPhone 4s. $99.00 not to bad but another $50.00 for the Otter Box protective case. Only rule is that the Otter Box stays on it. Don't want the phone face cracked. I am a firm believer of the Otter Box, they stand behind their product. I felt bad for Emma, because she want the Samsung S4 but that phone is $299.00. I told her I will give her the same amount as I gave Luke $99.00 towards her phone but she has to come up with the rest. So I know where the stipend for the fellowship is going....LOL!
     I have two great kids and would not trade them or change how I have arrived at this moment of my life. Because if anything changed I would not have these two great kids!

Life according to Doctor Who!

I learned everything I needed to know from Doctor Who!

 

 

1. If something scary looking is coming towards you, whatever you do, don't stand there and scream. Doing so is a certain recipe for death, no matter how wimpy or funny looking the thing is. You are always faster than the alien swamp robot. Just run. Don't worry about looking like a coward, a 900 year old time lord does the same thing all the time and the girls are always going after him.

2. Always carry a screwdriver. You never know when you'll have to open locks or fiddle with electronics. Admittedly, a sonic screwdriver is best but, since True Value doesn't have any in stock, anything is better than nothing. 

3. Wear a coat. And I'm not talking about a fluffy nylon wind breaker either. Choose a classy suit coat or long coat. Bring a scarf along, over 6 feet if you feel like it. These coats are great for carrying your tools and gadgets around with you or warding off the chill in an antarctic research station. After all, how do you expect lesser civilizations to respect you if you show up in a "I'm with stupid" t-shirt? (Of course, the arrow would point to your traveling companion.)

4. Get a small classic ride with a roomy interior and an impressive engine. If your passengers get in and say, "This is roomier on the inside than it looks on the outside." You're part way to cruising the universe stopping evil-doer robots.

5. Be able to fix anything. Seriously, anything. You never know when you're going to have to manipulate some DNA, rewire a warp drive or reprogram some nano robots. You won't have a chance to look up any information and you must appear to know what your doing at all times to calm the uneducated panicked people around you. 

6. Join a large organization, tick them off, run away, become their unwilling president, run away again, fight for them, everyone dies but you. This is a pretty important step for any one's emotional development while growing up. You need to feel kind of bad about the everyone dies part, especially when someone asks you something you don't want to answer.

7. Have an arch enemy. I know what you're thinking, "Duh, who doesn't have an arch enemy?" But, you have to not hate this arch enemy. This arch enemy must have the same skills as you and must have pretty much the same motivation as you but with a minor twist. You don't like authority? Neither does he. You like to meddle? So does he. Ran away from your home planet? So did he. You like to be in charge? So does he. You would rather not kill innocent life forms if you can help it? He doesn't really care one way or the other. 

8. When everyone else is horrified, be cheerful. Doing so makes others think you know something they don't. They then look to you for leadership if things get really bad. It also helps you not break down into a crying lump of time lord on the 400th time you find a civilization wiped out or whatever.

9. Always have a companion with you in your travels. Companions are helpful and, best of all, expendable! Oh, you have to feel bad for at least a few minutes when your companion dies because you didn't get the power unplugged fast enough on the transmatter beam for the 5th time. But, just don't mention this to your next companion or that the previous 50 or so companions are all dead, depressed or stuck in another dimension. That would spoil the fun of having someone around for you to impress.

10. The prime directive is for pansies. Some advanced civilizations (even your own) think you shouldn't interfere with lesser civilizations. Poppycock! If you see something your moral compass tells you is wrong, change it without delay! Everyone will be happier, even if they don't know it.