''Here's the maintenance I had this week...

I had a facial, a body wrap, botox....''

(heard from coming from seat 6C on flite 5080 to Atl.

The more I'm around

Nerdboy, the more I regret all the time I haven't spent with him.

'' 'Artist'...

is a word that floats around in your head, but there's a point at which you have to come out of the closet and say, 'That's what I intend to be,' and saying that rules out a lot of what you might have done in your life.''

          Liviu Ciulei

Mad shouts out to shawty werkin' gate D31 in ATL rocking the fly chappeau and making work with the uniform and corporate guidelines.

The captain for my 9:55 flight to monroe, la HAS NOT ARRIVED YET. (insert incredulity)

Do trees grow up

because it's easier

or because it's harder?

Neh'mine.......they grow both ways.

Why the

!@$@ does this @$%! happen at exactly the same time every 2#$#@ year?

At least I @#$%@% consistent in being full of @$%.

(sigh)

Macaroon

While reading about the Mardi Gras, the subject of mixed-icism came up - quadroon, octoroon and such. It's nothing I wasn't previously familiar with, but I've come to understand that such deliniations a based in the Frenchie experience and worked their way up into the rest of the cultural consciousness.

So, with my understanding of the concept, I thought I was considered a quadroon -  white Euro grandparent, the rest* Afro-brown.

However the reading referred to having one person of African descent and the other European, thus I began to wonder about the previous classification.

Ergo, I hit up the Mom-Unit and received this:

"you are 1/4 caucasian and 3/4 African to my knowledge ???? but of course I'm sure my white father's parents were both white and their parents both white --- so -- maybe so."

I've known of my mother's mixed-oscity for some time now and thus mine, but growing up, it was never discussed as such. She was just Black. Even recently when we've talked about it, we just discussed her "biological father", not saying avoiding him, but never saying she's mixed.


She came to see me when I did Yellowman in St. Louis, and I know it was discussed, but I can't remember ever saying "your father is white", though we certainly knew that was the case.


What she's never done, though, is referred to ME as being part Blanco.


It was weird to see that.


"you are 1/4 Caucasian."


You're never too old for them to surprise, one s'poses....



*I actually don't think my paternal grandfather is of purely African ancestry. His brown was a little light; his nose a little profound to the front rather than to the sides.

the lowly creative's prayer

Dear, heavenly father, I apologize for all the evil I, as the Acting Monster, have visited upon productions past. I will try to better control the theatrical beast that lives inside me. This I do unconditionally...

However, if you might see fit, I was wondering if you could maybe, like, you know... possibly make these actors a little less completely frackin' insane out the $%%!hole so we can finish this week, this run without any acting casualties.


Signed w/love,

the AD'ing Monster

My father just

referred to himself by his first name on a voice message.

"Hey...this is ______."

Partly weird since we have the same given name.

interesting.

pic taken with new toy

new toy

Good filter stuff

blahblah (this page explaining lens filters) blahblah

Watching "Art Wolfe's Travels to the Edge"

While talking about a goose family, he just said:

"...8 little gosslings, that probably hatched in the past couple weeks."

Gosh. It must be wonderful to be disconnected from popular culture to be
able to let that escape your oral cavity.

No. Really.

Music choice

, apparently, doesn't know the difference between "zydeco" and "blues".

Install Android on Your iPhone 2G

(click)

Shout out to the lady that I told wasn't your typical Apple drank sipper.

I knew I was lying 1.5 blinks after I said it. Bad me.

Me: "Macs get fewer viruses because their not targeted like Windows"

Her: (nodding look down) "Well, that's part of it..."

Me: (inside brain) "uh-oh...hehhehheh"

Although, she did admit the iPhone is not the most technically amazing device in the world....then she went on to extol the virtues of how it magically goes from answering music to answering a call and the the mic on the earbud cord.

Yes. The mic. In the cord.

Yeah.

Mmm. Kool-Aid.

(hehheh)

Remind me to make fun of Glynn Turman

next time I see him for Penetentiary II.

Not because of anything he did,

just 'cuz.

I would say E. Hudson, too, but he was a pretty legitimate bad mutha@Q!@%^!.

Tonight's edition of chicken soup

smells like it's going well.

Deliberate attempt to not overload the pot this time.

No more full tracks on Last.fm

ergo -> boo.

"On the unacceptability of ugliness"

(click)