A really really late BOOK OF THE WEEK!!

SEASON GREETINGS Y'ALL!

I know I havn't been regular lately and it is totally because of the holidays. With all the last minute shit we Trinbagonians are famous for. So today I'm not going to incessantly babble because it is just about that time to gush about the book of the week!
YAYYYYY.....

So today's book is FIRE BAPTIZED by Kenya Wright.

Since the 1970s humans have forced supernaturals to live in caged cities. Silver brands embedded in their foreheads identify them by species: a full moon for Vampires, a crescent moon for Shifters, a pair of wings for Fairies, and the list goes on, for each supernatural species has been tagged and categorized by humans.

Lanore Vesta is marked with a silver X, the brand of Mixbreeds, second-class citizens shunned by society. She stays to herself, revealing her ability to create fire only during emergencies. All she wants to do is graduate college and stop having to steal to survive. But when she stumbles upon a murder in progress, she catches the attention of a supernatural killer. Now all she wants is to stop finding dead bodies in her apartment.

Enlisting help from her Were-cheetah ex-boyfriend MeShack and a new mysterious friend named Zulu, she is steered through the habitat’s raunchy nightlife. But their presence sometimes proves to be more burden than help, as they fight for her attention. 

While the corpses pile up, and the scent of blood fills the air, Lanore is left wondering: Will she find the psycho or die trying?

This book was so vividly written and so original I literally almost thew out my computer because I couldn't illegally download the second book. Damn you Google and your copyrights.

But I recommend it to you readers who enjoy a funny, sarcastic, truly sensational female lead whose reaction to being threatened and almost dying is to assess the situation, get yourself out of it and then
allow yourself relative freakout time before your address your relationship problems.

Lanore had me chanting "Kill her" over and over in my mind when she was confronted by the crazy bitch who wanted her dead because in the mind of every serial killer to her she was doing the right thing for the greater of some retarded good or another.

Best part of the book for me really is when she did kill her and Lanore roasted her up real good and ate her just to survive the wait while her boy toys searched for her.
When you read the book you will eventually realize that what I just described wasn't actually as disturbing as how I wrote it.

As you can see this book is an interracial read and can somewhat be also classified as a young adult novel. To me I think other Young Adult writers should take a few pages from this book and use it to better their awful stories, I mean how much longer are you going to be able to brainwash the young ones into thinking brooding guys are 'hot' (70% of the time they have at some point taken a life, so not cool), when I guys tells you to stay out of his business it is alright to to think it is code for 'I am so into you so it's okay for you to appear everytime something bad goes down and you get caught in the middle of it because I LIKE YOU SO I WILL SAVE YOU'.

That right there is like the main ingredients for a young adult novel these days, brainless characters with really dysfunctional first time meetings that always seems to lead to some weird confessionals.

Anyway, Fire Baptized is truly a good read, and also can be an amazing Christmas Gift for any open minded reader out there. Made my day, so I hope you all enjoy this Christmas and keep in mind that turkey isn't your friend because when you indulge him too much he usually invites stretch marks.

I Not About That Life

I am a big fan of a little revenge. I mean who doesn't enjoy sticking your brother's armpits together after he eats your ice-cream from out the fridge and gives you a shrug and an "eh" response when you ask. Mixing milk of magnesia into the peanut punch and putting it on the front and center shelf in the fridge so they can't miss it after a hard days work of burying my dolls all over the yard.
It's just part of life, riding that high of a good payback. But it seems Hollywood has taken this to a whole nother level of insane as fuck. Action movies was never my cup of tea because it always makes the lead actor/actress seem like some invincible termination whom bullets can't touch and has a come back for everything a villan says to them.
For example that guy Liam Neeson from Taken.

Now, I get that the guy is jonesing for a fight because his precious stupid ass daughter got caught up something very illegal and bad and he can't find her but after all that worrying you finally get a phone call from the people who has your daughter so you decide to give him a speech on how the situation is going to go down because you have skills and they should listen to you because you have skills.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you."

I mean they didn't care about you when they took her what makes you think they are going to care about you more if you told them you have skills?
Then after that the movie turned into a jamborie of innocent bystanders getting killed along the way because your taste for blood is so strong a little car explosion here, a little shoot out there is nothing. Because you are a badass and you love your daughter a lot, even though she's an idiot.

What I am saying is, what really makes a movie into an action? All I see is the lead killing the people he/she is after but in the process a bunch of other people who have absolutely nothing to do the plot, you know the extra's, getting shot, maimed, blown up and crashed into all for the sake of some flashy escape. Also at the end of all the action block buster movies they are always standing around smiling or happy they achieved some great revenge but what about the people who have to pull their love ones out of the rubble they created. Great and dandy, you saved them but what about everyone else?

My mind works in mysterious ways. So all these thoughts always fly through my head when I watch action movies. I mean, if I was in a scenario where, for instance, a woman is robbed and beaten badly and the guy takes off and in his grief and anger the husband vows to get the guy over her hospital bed so he takes off and a hunt the creep. And in his hunt he spots him (I flashed through all the beating down doors and taking names) casually walking down the street, the husband sees red and in his haze he steps on the gas and tries to run down the robber. This is where no one sees the car hitting the girl (me) standing on the sidewalk, they just see the husband doing some fancy driving and even fancier takedown of the creep. So he gets his revenge and I am either up in the hospital fighting for my life or dead and being buried next to my grandmother.

I BELIEVE IN HANGING

So today I am going to rant about this month in general, the month of November. There were so many things that went wrong in this month alone that just makes me so sick. Those of you out there who actually take time out of your day to read a news paper would get what I am about to talk about. Because this just took the cake.

Look at that face people, that face belongs to pure evil. Memorize it, so that is our so called justice system fails us again and somehow this scum of the earth gets free and someone recognizes him, don't be afraid to put him down like the sick and diseased ridden rat that he is.

I am going to be basically grinding him into the dirt through one of our newspapers online articles by Elizabeth Williams of EXPRESS.

A charge of rape of an eight-year-old pupil and three others have been slapped on a 19-year-old Tobago man.

Jelani Arthur, 19, of Patience Hill, appeared before a Justice of the Peace yesterday afternoon.

 He was remanded into custody and will reappear before a Scarborough magistrate today on three charges of grievous sexual assault and one charge of rape against an eight-year-old primary school pupil. 

Lets stop right there. First of all, he wasn't supposed to even make it out of that station alive to appear before anyone. Back in the day form the stories my father told me, that the tougher the police were on these kinds of specimens the less likely they were to leave their homes and try to mingle among the masses, get tempted, commit some gut wrenching heinous crime, get caught and suffer the wrath of "real" police officers. Back then you couldn't find these kind of toxic waste roaming out and about after police caught up to them and the country was better for it.

Arthur faced similar charges against a five-year-old child three years ago and was housed at the Youth Training Centre (YTC) for some time. WPC Quamina laid the charges. 

Once again a government run facility fails us again. These facilities are created to house the young, dangerous and highly unstable youths of our society, where they can be checked out, psycho analysed, contained until said otherwise. Until that day reaches where a doctor with a well owned medical degree or whatnot and a whole lot of common sense says that it can be released or put down. But instead these places are being run like it is a tunnel, we hear about these young boys being held and sent there but whenever they arrive within the vicinity if the facility naturally they start to fade from your mind. They are no longer in the forefront of your thoughts so it is easy for these people to do a simple catch and release because no one wants to go through over crowding on a compound filled with hormone driven crazy young men. What better way to avoid such things by turning a blind eye and letting the one they deem harmless free.

On Tuesday, parents and fellow pupils of the schoolchild expressed shock and outrage when the girl was sexually assaulted in the bathroom of her school in Scarborough. The child was grabbed by a man armed with a knife who had entered the unfenced school compound.

Yes, apparently there are still schools in this dollar signed country with no security, no fencing (go figure) and no useful teachers. Sometimes when I sit and observe some of there people who call themselves educators I always come to the conclusion that 90% of the time they are always complaining and the other 10% they teach. And they always act all surprised when some of these kids slap them and do them all soughts of things when they demand respect but treat them like charity cases who only exist to give them a reason to draw a paycheck. I mean you would think with all the demanding and picketing they would have come up with some form of way for them to get proper security for their school and "their" children.

The principal of the school was alerted and broke down the door of the bathroom and wrestled the intruder to the ground, seizing a knife. Scarborough police later arrested the suspect. 

The school has been closed for the remainder of the week as security

measures are at present being implemented. 

Round-the-clock security Fencing, increased security mea­sures and round-the-clock security at the school have begun. Education Secretary Huey Cadette told the Express yesterday additional security measures, inclusive of CCTV came­ras, are being looked at. 

“The fencing work has begun; we are working on ensuring that there will be full, round-the-clock security from as early as Friday. So that all of those measures would be in place when school reopens fully on Monday,” Cadette said. 

Cadette said counselling for the teaching staff started on Tuesday and continues. 

“We are making that link with the

Victims Support Unit so that the family will also benefit, the child and, of course, the wider school body. And when they return, we would have to put things in place so that Monday, there is a mechanism to treat with the wider school body,” he said.

All I have to say to that is, it took the destruction of a girls innocence and all that she held good in the world for a lazy, over paid citizen to be hired and put to sit and enforce some sense of security.

Cadette also has a seven-year-old son attending the school. He said his immediate reaction upon hearing the news was not only the safety of his son but greater concern for the wider school population. 

“My son who attends the school, basically from what they hear because a lot has been said on the matter, and therefore while he may not be traumatized you still want to ensure all of the children go back to a sense of normalcy.” 

All schools in the country were assessed months ago for security needs, in conjunction with the Ministry of Education, and Cadette is awaiting a final report on the matter. 

“We await that final report from the ministry that will allow us to determine how we go forward with treating with the security concerns of all our schools—primary, secondary, early-childhood centres,” he said.

Well aint that surprising, the security of the future of this country is still in debate. Now please tell me what is there to debate about in providing fencing for a primary school? 

Tobago House of Assembly (THA) Chief Secretary Orville London, in offering his sympathies to the entire school population, said rebuilding of the school had been earmarked for the past ten years but was delayed due to a lack of funding from central government. He said short-term solutions are being looked at, inclusive of public-private partnerships. 

A meeting is to be held next Wed­nesday to address the rebuilding of the school and other projects on the drawing board. And while crime in Tobago has changed, London said the crime situation on the island is not untenable. 

Education Minister Dr Tim Gopeesingh said in a news report yesterday that Trinidad would assist with security at Tobago schools.

This country is making me more depressed by the year. These politicians make me want to pop my eardrums whenever they talk. How is it someone can attend university and venture off into the world just gathering knowledge as you go and then come into a position such as a Minister of a country and not have anything worthwhile to contribute other than a statement when something goes wrong and they have to diffuse the situation? How much god damn roads are we going to build to "decrease" traffic? FUCK TRAFFIC! There are so many things that are being overseen because everyone wants to look at the big picture. Has anyone not notice that our laws are being diluted by the year to serve everyone elses purpose but ours? When is the oversight and corruption going to stop before a wave takes us we become a memory? Washed away by our own stupidity.

Book of the week! (It's new don't judge)

So, this week I have to give it up for a new author on the scene, well on my scene, Jaime Reed.

You can find her Goodreads page at https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5140626.Jaime_Reed.
I would rather you use Goodreads because it gives you a wide range of books on the same plane as the one I am about to give five thumbs up to.

LIVING VIOLET (THE CAMBION SERIES)

He's persuasive, charming, and way too mysterious. And for Samara Marshall, her co-worker is everything she wants most--and everything she most fears. . .

Samara Marshall is determined to make the summer before her senior year the best ever. Her plan: enjoy downtime with friends and work to save up cash for her dream car. Summer romance is not on her to-do list, but uncovering the truth about her flirtatious co-worker, Caleb Baker, is. From the peculiar glow to his eyes to the unfortunate events that befall the girls who pine after him, Samara is the only one to sense danger behind his smile.

But Caleb's secrets are drawing Samara into a world where the laws of attraction are a means of survival. And as a sinister power closes in on those she loves, Samara must take a risk that will change her life forever. . .or consume it. 

If you guys want you can also check out my Goodreads profile and on it with some of my reviews you can see I love my 'strong female heroine' characters I want to read nothing less. I believe a strong female lead always makes a book better but this book, this book was simply epic. Not only did the lead character have a little common sense she didn't stand around when she heard a noise and asked if anybody was there. She made it three blocks away before she asked herself if there was anyone there, at the spot she was standing on, when she heard the noise.

I have never written an in dept review about a book before, I usually just say if it was good for me or not so today, since my trusty senior citizen of a laptop decided it was a good day to start back working I am going to review the hell out of this book.

So Samara, the female protagonist, is a curious yet jaded cat, always asking questions and filling her conversations with a lot of sarcasm. This is how she went about her daily routine. Her world literally began spinning out of control when she happened upon one of her creepy co-workers, Caleb, cleaning out a girls tonsils behind a bookshelf. Her words not mine.

Now to keep flow with this review I am going to have to give you a description of the supernatural we are dealing with, considering this is a Young Adult Fiction novel. It centers around a supernatural creature called a Cambion but most of us supernatural geeks know them as Succubus. A creature that feeds off the life force of others. But in the book there is a little twist which I am not going to reveal. So back to the review.

Okay, so Caleb basically turns into a silence 2 meters away stalker. Always in some ways invading her space or staring at her from a distance. Now the fun part about their 'getting to know each other' period in the book was that there wasn't any slow motion entrances, heart stopping stare downs, really constipated flirtatious dialogue or the presence of a mean girl who just can't seem to let go. It was the description of a normal girl getting to know a guy who happened to be the last person seen with the unconscious girl being carted away by an ambulance.

Yes, I said ambulance, because you see even though she knew all that she didn't tell the police, so with the knowledge of knowing that little tidbit and Caleb's really creepy stalking tactics she couldn't take it anymore and decides to confront him, in a very populated area I might add. My kind of girl.

Going along the story progresses, they become friends and was on their way into becoming more when Samara finds out about his little secret and took it like a trooper. By that I mean she reacted like any normal person might react if you saw someone you know sucking white mist out of a would-be rapist mouth killing him, she got scared, she cried and then got really really angry. Mind you there wasn't any chance meeting in moonlight with confessing and shit or him cornering her in some deserted area where he proceeds to find some way to touch her or breathe on her when her heart stops and she gets a tingly feeling which then leads to her forgiving him. OH no no no no, there was promise of violence, there was threats and some serious ultimatums.

All in all they made up some, she starts training him to control himself but, you know a but was coming. But shit hit the fan when Caleb's family, the one's he was hiding from, start popping up leading to some trials and tribulations y'all and it was bad. I even shed a little tear at the outcome of their appearance. That's all I can say I don't to spoil it so you are just going to have to get the book and read it to know how it ended.

Jaime Reed is forever put down in my favorite authors book as someone to keep an eye on because her style of writing is just beautiful.

OH MY GOD! What is she/he doing? Like, really?

You know what I recently realised? This country is filled with sheep. Sheep and haters, can't forget the haters. I am a girl who likes to try any and everything when I know it isn't gonna kill me so through time such a habit has allowed me to hone my personality to the point that even if a person wants to mimic me, they can't.
But once in a while when I come out of my bubble and really take a look around, everyone looks the same. Talks the same, dresses the same, behaves the same. Hence receiving the name of 'sheep' from me. Society has become so brainless that thinking and feeling for themselves has become a chore. So everyone just follows the one person a mass group of people consider an icon or a trendsetter. But that does nothing but make you invisible, part of a massive tumor so that when it is time to remove it you go too.
I was never a out going person. I came out of my shell gradually throughout my years and I did so by finding the things that scream MERLENE and immersing myself in it, making it mine and mine alone so that even if someone else decides to try the same another would say, "Hmmm it only looks good on Merlene."
Creating the brand that is ME has taken a long time and I only perfected the formula because I was missing one key ingredient or in a way purposely leaving it out. And that key ingredient was a pinch, then a little then a lot of CRAZY.
Being conventional is like a dream to me. If I even try to do it I break out in a rash. I can't, I just can't.
So you who have always been that one sheep keeping step with the sheep herder in front of you, and you are getting that nagging feeling in you gut, that 'this mutherfucker is taking me somewhere' soughta feeling. You about to die or die adjacent. Everything about you is about to be erased and you are going to be used for whatever you were scheduled for that day and then thrown away because now, now you are IRRELEVANT.
All the other sheeps who were smart enough to think for themselves and found some really big bush to hide in while you played follow the sheep herder's ass are now contemplating what new thing to follow today.
If I was to be placed in that scenario I probably would have been the dog. Running crazy all over the place laughing my ass off at you all because everyday is basically the same thing yet none of you found it strange that Billy the Sheep who liked to stand by the gates making noise all day isn't here today because Sam the Herder shaved him clean and chopped him up into little pieces and sold him for the pounds.




So now I would recommend you go out into world and find yourself and maybe you wouldn't feel so empty after snickering and cracking jokes about something someone else did that was different and way ahead of your small minded thinking. Go on, take my warning to heart because MY WORD IS GOLD.

One of the reasons for my bad eyesight

Today I am going to blog about my favorite tv shows, something I have put off for a while simply because it is a lot so today I have nothing but time so here it goes.
The listing is by years so bear with me:

No. 1
The Twilight Zone (1959 - 1964)

Rod Serling's seminal anthology series focused on ordinary folks who suddenly found themselves in extraordinary, usually supernatural, situations. The stories would typically end with an ironic twist that would see the guilty punished.

This brings back so many memories of sitting in the dark, everyone asleep, staring at the TV waiting for some weird twist to play out at the end of the episode.
In the original versions the episodes weren't really long, 10 - 20 minutes, so TV 6 usually showed it after 10 to midnight on weekdays back in the day so instead of getting a refreshing sleep for school in the morning I was watching people getting paranoid because electricity went out in the village but only one house in the entire area seemed to have. So the villagers all gathered out front of the house whispering and getting more and more angry over something they hardly knew about to the point where one guy got so riled up he threw a bottle of lit kerosene through the window and set the house on fire. Only to know later that they family only had electricity because they had a generator. That episode so got to me to this day I don't even go outside when electricity goes. People be crazy in the dark.

No. 2
The Addams Family (1964 - 1966)

The Addamses are a close-knit extended family with decidedly macabre interests. They are humans with supernatural abilities. No explanation for their powers is explicitly given in the series.

The very wealthy, endlessly enthusiastic Gomez Addams (John Astin) is madly in love with his refined wife, the former Morticia Frump (Carolyn Jones). Along with their daughter Wednesday (Lisa Loring), their son Pugsley (Ken Weatherwax), Uncle Fester (Jackie Coogan), and Grandmama (Blossom Rock), they reside at 0001 Cemetery Lane in an ornate, gloomy, Second Empire-style mansion, attended by their servants: Lurch (Ted Cassidy), the towering butler, and Thing (billed as "itself" but played by Cassidy and occasionally by Jack Voglin), a disembodied hand that usually appears out of a small wooden box. Occasionally episodes would feature other relatives such as Cousin Itt (Felix Silla), Morticia's older sister Ophelia (also played by Carolyn Jones), or Grandma Frump, Morticia's mother (played byMargaret Hamilton).

To me this show was frickin hilarious! This family was so weird and cool at the same time they were practically the go to for anything goth back in the 60's. It had a hand that would appear out of no where in the show and scare the living crap out of guest and the relatives, they were just genius. Now this family wasn't some evil group living in a creepy mansion killing people or anything, to them they were the most normal people in the world so what they would consider conventional, others ran away screaming. All time classic.

No. 3
Hogan's Heroes (1965 - 1971)

Hogan's Heroes is an American television sitcom set in a German prisoner of war (POW) camp during World War II. It ran for 168 episodes from September 17, 1965, to July 4, 1971, on the CBS network. Bob Crane starred as Colonel Robert E. Hogan, co-ordinating an international crew of Allied prisoners running a Special Operations group from the camp. Werner Klemperer played Colonel Wilhelm Klink, the incompetent commandant of the camp, and John Bannerwas the inept sergeant-of-the-guard, Hans Schultz.
The farcical premise of the show is that the prisoners of war (POWs) are actually using the camp as a base of operations for Allied espionage and sabotage against Nazi Germany as well as to help Allied POWs from other camps and defectors to escape Germany (including supplying them with civilian clothes and false identification). The prisoners work in cooperation with an assortment of resistance groups (collectively called "the Underground"), defectors, spies, counterspies, disloyal officers, and others. The mastermind behind the whole operation is the senior ranking prisoner American Colonel Robert Hogan. His staff of experts in covert operations comprises two Americans, one British serviceman, and one Frenchman. They are able to accomplish farfetched schemes such as having a prisoner visit the camp as a phony Adolf Hitler^[1] or rescuing a French Underground agent from Gestapo headquarters in Paris

To me this show would always be better than the Three Stooges. Nuff said!

No. 4

Sanford and Son (1972 - 1977)

Sanford and Son is an American sitcom, based on the BBC's Steptoe and Son, that ran on the NBC television networkfrom January 14, 1972, to March 25, 1977.

Known for its edgy racial humor, running gags and catch phrases, the series was adapted by Norman Lear and considered NBC's answer to CBS's All in the Family. Sanford and Son has been hailed as the precursor to many otherAfrican American sitcoms. It was a ratings hit throughout its six-season run.

While the role of Fred G. Sanford was known for his bigotry and cantankerousness, the role of Lamont Sanford was that of a conscientious peacemaker. At times, both characters would involve themselves in schemes. Other colorful/unconventional characters on the show included Aunt Esther, Grady Wilson, Bubba Bexley, and Rollo Lawson.

Sanford and Son was the show that introduced me to Black Comedic tv shows. Mainly because I always felt like the Black Tv shows back then were being played out by black actors but the scripts were written by the whitest people in whole world.

No. 5

The Muppet Show (1976)

This was before my brothers made me develop a severe hatred for anything doll like. A person can dig up so many of their dolls and teddies in the back yard before you lose your ever loving mind.

No. 6

Blackadder (1983)

Although each series is set in a different era, all follow the "misfortunes" of Edmund Blackadder (played by Rowan Atkinson), who in each is a member of a British family dynasty present at many significant periods and places in British history. It is implied in each series that the Blackadder character is a descendant of the previous on , although it is never specified how or when any of the Blackadders (who are usually single and not in a relationship) managed to father children.

As the generations progress, each Blackadder becomes increasingly clever and perceptive, while the family's social status steadily erodes. However, each Blackadder remains a cynical, cowardly opportunist, maintaining and increasing his own status and fortunes, regardless of his surroundings.

I just stumbled upon this one. I didn't know at the time that Mr Bean and Rowan Atkinson were the same person. Back in the day no one read credits, they still don't to this day. We all know that he is a comedic genius who doesn't need to curse or use vulgar scenarios to get a laugh and still have us holding our side when a serious cramp takes you after busting a gut watching his antics. Finding out about this show was like digging up ruins at an Egyptian burial site. Since I wasn't really satisfied with just the episodes of Mr. Bean and his movies. That and the fact I got a sick thrill in knowing not many people knew about and I was like the only one.


No. 7

Boy Meets World (1993)

Boy Meets World is an American television sitcom that chronicles the coming of age events and everyday life-lessons of Cornelius "Cory" Matthews (played by Ben Savage). The show follows Cory and his friends and family through seven seasons, from his middle school days as a pre-pubescent child to his life in college as a married man. 

This type of sitcom you would normally say is not my cup of tea but something about caught my attention and I have yet to figure it out. All I do know is that the relationships of the cast were all touching and seemed relate-able instead of constant teenage dribble. So it gets a place on my blog of fame for being intriguing.


No. 8

The Vicar Of Dibley (1994)

The Vicar of Dibley was set in a fictional small Oxfordshire village called Dibley, which is assigned a female vicarfollowing the 1992 changes in the Church of England that permitted the ordination of women.

Now this was a English show that always made my night. You might not have heard of it mainly because TV6 always showed it after 11 on weekdays. So when I couldn't sleep and everyone was knocked out cold I was sit with whatever I could scramble from whatever cupboard I could reach in the kitchen (I was really short) and sit with me, myself and the tv with a little Dibley. What I can say about this show is that it's not for everybody, mostly because their accents takes a little getting used to.


No. 9

The Wayan Brothers (1995)

Shawn and Marlon Williams (Shawn Wayans and Marlon Wayans) are two brothers who live in an apartment on 126th street in Harlem. Shawn owns a newsstand in the fictional Neidermeyer Building where he and his brother Marlon work on a daily basis. In the same building, their father John "Pops" Williams (John Witherspoon) owns a diner and Dee Baxter (Anna Maria Horsford) works as a security guard. During the first season, Shawn and Marlon lived at a different part of New York, in a small apartment. In the 2nd season, Shawn and Marlon moved to Rockefeller Center with Pops.

These brothers introduced me to what "The Man" really meant. I always heard black comedians cracking jokes about this "Man" but I never rally dug into it until I started watching this show and the did an episode about it. I must say they had some colorful things to say back then about white people.


No. 10

The Adventures of Sinbad (1996)

A sword and sorcery adventure set in a land of myth and magic in the Middle East, around the Persian Gulf. The series tells of the adventures of Sinbad and his brother as they gather a crew, and set sail in the ship, Nomad, from Baghdadin search of wealth and adventure. Along the way they face witches, wizards, strange tribes and fantastic creatures.

My god this show was full of hunks! I am not talking about our modern day hunks where they shine so bright you aren't to sure where that little hint of femininity came from. You know what I am talking about, using words like rugged and manly to describe a man now a days is unheard of, you have to use words like clean shaven and mellow musk, shit like that. Anyway, if you were to say you are going to sit down and take in a little Sinbad, don't do it because to you it would be a pile and horse crap. Mainly because back in 1996 the animation used on the show was the best then so compared what we are used too now will just creep into your viewing spirit and corrupt it with similarities and condescension.


I am going to have to put this one as a 'to be continued' because this shit is long. Next time you will get another 10 from me until then now. Bye!

The Art of a Good Morning, Evening or Night

Now, I am not going to sit here and pretend there are times I don't reply when someone tells me good morning, evening or night or if I even say it to someone all the time.
It's just there are places and situations where saying the greeting is sought of like a necessary evil in a sense. For example, walking toward your office space and you pass by a co-worker. The human in you would automatically call upon a smile and then the greeting would just spill out.

Ohhhh but that is not what this article is about today. Today its about that co-worker or person in that situation in which you gave you very precious greeting to who looks at you like you just told them  they are ugly or they have shit on their clothes.

That expressive bitch who probably lives in the mountains and has to be integrated into society and taught how to behave among their peers. But in the meantime uses their traditional way to show their feelings.

I don't mind if they don't reply one way or the other really but why, why do they always maintain eye contact with you whenever they are walking in your direction?
Why bore a hole in the person who is going about their business while you have nothing else better to do than stand in a corner and stare? But when they turn around and confront you with a greeting you scatter like a packs.

It is so not understandable and creepy I am beginning to think this behavior is one of the apocalyptic signs or what not because when you really pay attention, everyone does it.
From travelling in the morning to work to going out on a Friday night. Greeting people makes them uncomfortable so they give a knee jerk reaction because they do not know how to respond.

So over this weekend since I had a little free time I decided to do a little experiment on persons of three different age groups.

First was the 4 - 6 year olds, the impressionable ones. While walking to the shop I passed a group of five doing whatever children do these days at the side of the road. They saw me coming the little buggers, I know they saw me see them see me coming so I said good morning, what happened next was so funny and scary at the same time I walked on the other side of the street when going back home. They literally stopped what they were doing and stood stock still and stared at me the entire trek to the shop like they were from 'The Children Of The Corn'.

That shit just solidified my intent in having one child.

Next was the 16 - 25 year olds, my age group. Let me just say one thing, youngsters today grunt alot. I mean I don't think I can string a sentence together with the words and sounds I got as replies to my greeting while in San Juan. If it wasn't non-committed sounds it was their versions of flirting, if it wasn't shy Whoopi Goldberg 'The Color Purple' smiles it was a total head to toe scan. One girl literally told me her entire life story while in traffic on Saturday on the bus from a simple good evening, and for some reason she hypnotized me into giving her my number. God I'm so gullible when it comes to crazy people.

Any way last but not least, the elders. I am very bad lucky with the elderly and greetings. They always seem to take my greetings as reasons to hook me up with their children or grandchildren, or explaining why they are where they are.
Make no mistake they are some mean elderly people who like to play with you just because they can.
One lady once came into a doctors office where I was sitting, waiting and parked her ricketty ass across from me. Now take in mind I was reading a book so I wasn't really paying attention so her behaving like like the world was coming to an end just because I din't say good morning to her would have been justified if only I was actually paying attention to who came through the door. This lady went off. She cussed so much her blood pressure rose and got checked out before everyone else.
But the bitch about is that the old fowl didn't even say good morning, she just believed because she was an elder a greeting was basically mandatory for her.

I was so mad the thought of actually kicking her walker out from under her on the ramp crossed my mind.

My Variety Of EXES!!

I HAVE HAD SOME ROCKY RELATIONSHIPS Y'ALL.

When I'm done here you would think I was some kind of crazy. Today I am going to be listing and categorizing the different types of boyfriends I have had over the course of my 21 years on this earth. This is a little something someone emailed me about so here it goes.

no. 1.
The Recluse

He was my very first relationship. Granted this was in second year but I had him on lock. It was fairly easy to get him to follow my every command seeing he was a special kind of special. He would sit in his seat all day until the bell rang to go home. He would have very interesting conversations with his stationary when he thinks no one is looking. Also he always had a pack of pencils on hand so when his special-ness got to be too much he would take one out and sharpen it to the eraser and write with it. I made him a project of such, you know to integrate him into the school life. I was such a Samaritan back then. That was when I realized I liked them a little damaged. Sadly that didn't last too long because we moved.

no. 2.
The Attention Seeker

Now this one was cutie, met him in standard one. Fun guy to be around but my god half the time I felt like a wife and he was the husband whose eyes couldn't stick to one girl. He would do some stupid things to make people laugh like get up during class and urinate through the window. At first I thought he was a bad boy with a ADD problem, you know my kind of thing but that fizzled out real fast real quick. That and he was with some other girl behind my back.

no.3
The Insecure Giver

*SIGH* I miss this one. He was a giver alright, mainly because he was insecure about his looks so he compensated with buying people things. Don't judge, pennacool was expensive back then. And coincidentally he was Mr. Attention Seeker's cousin. Met him in Standard two, we broke up because he got an asthma attack and I almost left him to die. I mean if you knew you couldn't eat a certain fruit, why eat it and expect people to react like we are on Grey's Anatomy. We were going about for a while he was supposed to know he was gonna die.

After that one I hadn't dated in while, because my school at the had to be demolished and everyone was sent to different primary schools. So all through out standard 3 to 5 I was single. Granted I had a torrid affair from our enemy school during that time. A lot of cloak and dagger stuff.

Soooo....

no.4
Form 3 came and met me with The Smotherer.

He is the guy who would call every hour on the hour to talk to you. Meet you at you maxi drop off to walk you home so he could talk to you. Send you phonecards so that you wouldn't have the excuse of no credit to talk to you. It got so bad I literally had to run away to my dads house just to have an excuse not to go to the movies with him and his ratchet friends for the umpteenth time. And when we broke up you could have sworn he caught me in bed with the Cool-Aid guy with the way he screwed up his face everytime he sees me.

no. 5
The Lover

He is the guy I could have actually fell for if I didn't have so many things hanging over my head. That and the fact that he was living in Princess Town and me in Port of Spain. He was kind, patient, a good listener and would do anything to please me. But, I messed it up I admit so he probably screws up his face every time he sees me.

That concludes it in a way. Those of you who knows me know that there is more but they aren't exactly in the relationship category but in more like the flirt and make out category.

I had my days, I wasn't always the wonderful person I am today. Until next time I bid you goodbye!

Loneliness? What's that?

What would it take for a person to admit they are lonely? I mean it can't just be not being involved with someone can it? That's just plain stupid.
Loneliness to me is a non-existent thing,but you guys already know I am a robot so my views doesn't count but I met someone the other day and she let out this sigh I could have sworn a little bit longer she could have killed all the trees with the overtime they would have to put in to produce more oxygen.
She said she was lonely, I asked why, she looked at me like I was crazy, I said 'bitch I can't read minds!" then she pinched me but that's beside the point.
"I have to find myself a boyfriend because Friday nights are hell."
That is the first time I had ever heard someone make a Friday night sound so simple so I was like

But she was so serious. You are lonely so you deduce that to not having companionship? This is why we get men who abuse us with nine different personalities that only appear when you piss off one.

I mean, read a book, play a game, masturbate for all I care, don't drop all your walls and standards because you are home and fell like conversing with someone of the opposite sex and probably get something a little later if you know what I mean. Use them for what they made for I say.

What I am getting at is that I have seen a lot of relationships fail this way, lives destroyed, people getting fat because lives were destroyed so they turned to food.

Not only that but when you go fishing this Friday or any other day for that matter and you do meet someone, you guys hit it off, start to talk and have fun. Then somewhere down the line you realize he is an idiot, you can't remember what you liked about him or he has a third ball. You end up that chick who is always at the bar man surfing until you come to this stupid conclusion that maybe a dick isn't what I want, lets try boobs and a vagina tonight and see if it's to my liking. Don't hate, this happens more than you realize.

You know what I think, this problem stems from childhood. Where all these fairy tales and cartoons brainwash young girls with damsels in distress and knights in shining armor. Well you better get that shit out of your head because it ain't real.

So when you see it happening again, that instant where you think you need companionship to break your imaginary loneliness young one I need you to rebuke it, rebuke it like a true black woman rebukes non 100% Brazilian weave, rebuke it like our Prime Minister rebukes walking more than a block. Also rebuke it like your Satan rebukes your Bible.

That's all for now, bye!