Well guess whose back in the mickey-ficking house? With a brand new blog for your mickey-ficking mouth? Yeah, that’s me. So tomorrow puts us at the half-way month for 2011 and I must say that things are going a lot better in 2011 than they did in 2010. You all know the cluster that 2010 was and even though some great things came out of the year, it was still the model of wasted times and deferred dreams. You learn from mistakes, though.
So this weekend I spent Sunday and Monday with the fam and after spending Sunday night downtown in Colorado Springs (Don’t ask why…I knew it was a bad idea when I went) I realized that in the famous words of Alfred in Batman Begins:
Some men (and women) just want to watch the world burn. Now that may seem to be a bit of hyperbole but to a degree it is very, VERY true. When I sit back and see someone in the club drink to the point of being belligerent and getting violent I sit back and wonder why would they do something that idiotic if they didn’t want to just ruin the fun for everyone else? I mean there is no reason the fight in the club. Now we all know that aint NO ONE above an ass-whoopin (There are some people whose heads I wish I could go upside right now) but there is a time to fight and a time to let it slide. Getting drunk and acting like an idiot isn’t the right thing to do AT ANY TIME so please just stop. Usually the party can keep on going after the dipshit gets tossed out so we can always just shuffle around those asshats:
That song makes EVERYTHING better. EVERYTHING. I mean even Jesus is dancing to this song!
So a discussion at while I was at lunch came up and it really made me realize that a lot of times…I am right when I NEED to be wrong. I came to the conclusion a long time ago that women don’t want to see men happy unless they are with them because women don’t believe they are fun. It KILLED me when I saw the Kevin Hart segment about it on his comedy special because I can remember that being true back when women were crazy enough to date me (Although it was less dating, more just them yelling at me and asking “where have you been all night?!” at 8pm) and it was totally the case. Even now, women I am just FRIENDS with have to know where I am going and who I am with. Now it could just be for conversation but I noticed that I don’t care who my friends are with if they aren’t with me. Hell, you can hang out with people I don’t even fucking like as long as you don’t bring their simple asses around me.
I understand, ladies. I really do. I want to be part of a good time as well. When people have fun and I am not invited there is that initial “Aw, man I wish I was invited” and then that is followed by “HOLY SHIT, IT’S A PITBULL SONG!”
As we all know, the more Pitbull in something the better it is. Everything could use more Pitbull. Anyway, at that point I am off and doing my own thing which usually ends up at Crocs dancing with large women. Aaahh, you never forget the horrible actions at the Den of Inequity. It is still fun and man…some women just HATE the fact that you can have fun without them. It is almost like treason to go out and have a good time with other people when you have any kind of female that is more to you than just someone that steals your knives for their own sneak attacks. Man, I have lived in some messed up shit!
Now I rarely think that this is on purpose, at least in the cases that I have personally dealt with (Except for a few crazy ass cases in which I had to drop their asses like a looter in a riot. Cypress Hill, bitches!). I honestly think that women have to (and again, THIS IS NOT A BAD THING!) be the center of happiness for an individual, especially a man. Now this isn’t always a negative, sometimes they just want to know they are special to that person and them going out and having a better time with OTHERS than with THEM can be hurtful which I get completely. Now maybe it is just me because I have rarely had anything in common with my female friends and even LESS with the few women that dated me but I was happy when they went out with their girlfriends and had a good time because odds are, I sure as FUCK didn’t want to go with them to that place. Just like I don’t want to drag someone someplace they don’t want to be and have no interest in going I would hate it for a woman to do the same to me so I DON’T do that. I have always understood trying new things and wanting to be with someone for the sake of their company but if my woman wanted to go line dancing…we breaking up.
Hells no, I won’t go. Anyway, go out and have fun. I am done for the day. I was supposed to be working anyway so it is about time to finish up. I will try to be up at some point this week, though. Stay up, peeps.
Chachi Out
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Everyday I'm Blogging...When I'm Not Shuffling.
What is up, peeps?! I will admit that it has been a while since I have been on the scene but things got interesting over the last two months at work and now that I have made the decision that getting the hell out of here is the end result once I hit my year mark, things are beginning to look quite smooth. It is all about making sure I do what needs to be done so that I can finally get out and move to the Pacific Northwest, the birthplace of grunge.
Ahh, back when music was done by those with…what’s that word...talent. So with about 4 months until I turn 31, the people close to me know that when I turned 30 it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal to me and I just kind of hung out. It wasn’t monumental, wasn’t painful. It was kind of just another day. Now that 31 is coming up…I realized WHY 30 wasn’t as panic-ridden as I thought it would be. In the words of Copper:
You have been through so much worse, this is kind of nothing.
Some of you know (And those that don’t…you just don’t) that the last decade from 2000 to 2010 was a Decade of Dipshittery, Destruction and Development (THREE D! Pimpin aint easy!) and that when I say that my life has been a “Series of horrible decisions and tragic events turning out just fine” that I am not making that shit up by any means. Last year I honestly marveled at the fact that “I MADE IT TO THIRTY?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!” and it reminded me a lot of my sophomore year in college when I went from nearly being kicked the fuck out of school to being a senior and not remembering anything about that timeframe. Then I decided that I had gotten that far and I might as well finish the mission so I started going to class and actually learning shit. Now I didn’t learn much, but what DO remember learning has helped me out a great deal. As a matter of fact, it was remembering the things I learned in college that I conveniently forgot when I got older because it was easier to NOT FUCKING THINK that has gotten me to a happy point right now. So, for those that say that college is a waste of time I say to you what Chase said to me in my Ethnic Studies class senior year:
You spend four years getting building blocks of life when you go to college, man. College is what you THINK you were taught and whether it is relevant. It is what you take out of those blocks and build out of the knowledge. Taco?”
Yeah, we used to go to the Albertacos for tacos after class because we had a two hour break. Either way, that is a simple quote that pretty much explains life. Every time you do something, win or lose…whether the result is happy or painful…is a block that you use to build your life out of. You shape your life, no one else does. What you learn and take away from your life, the same as your education, is your onus and yours only. If you don’t learn anything and you dwell on those experiences then the fault is no one’s but yours. Let’s face it: life is full of rejection, heartbreak, defeat, sadness, loss, pain and loneliness. Those are just facts. However, it is how you respond to all of those bad things that determines what kind of person you will become. If you take those blocks, shape them into something that can be used in the future to overcome that issue and use it to build something to help you move on then you are on a pretty good path. However, if you take that SAME issue and shape it into an albatross (Or albacore if you are Master Shake) or anchor to hold you where you are at OR EVEN BETTER shape into something in which you can blame others for your own issue…then you are going to go nowhere and you will build nothing. Just like if you state your education has meant nothing because you haven’t attempted to build something out of your knowledge, if nothing then a career path. You have no one to blame for yourself. In the famous words of MC Breed, aint no future in yo frontin:
Rest in peace, Breed. People still don’t know, and that’s why this song will always be a classic. Now that I have gotten the “MESSAGE!!” portion of the show out of the way, it is time to give you what you came here for: a doling of the business to dipshits that deserve to be smacked the fuck up. Yeah, Chachi is back and people need to catch the business. Time to kick some ass:
Okay, let’s get started.
Issue #1: I Know Why You Mad, I Know Why You Mad!
I have said several times that Katt Williams segments about haters is one reason why I was able to pretty much shut down 2010 because that was a year of bad decisions and questionable actions. Why? All because I let haters get me down. For 28 years (Minus a crazy bitch in college and the whole year 0f 2006…get me a drink and I will tell you sometime) I could tell say fuck the world if they couldn’t adjust but last year I hit as low as I could go. Quite simply, I was nothing more than a vicious ass koala bear that used to be a tiger. Then something happened. I realized that I was not surrounding myself with friends and collegues, I was surrounding myself with haters. They were mad because I could see a situation was FUCKED UP and figure out the gasoline wasn’t worth it. They were mad that I could see that no matter how hard some people tried, they couldn’t be like me so they had to try to break me down. I realized that and figured out that I AM MY STAR PLAYER and I needed to make sure I was happy.
You can’t make someone else happy or lead someone else if you are comfortable with yourself and where you are going. So I broke out and took my talents and friendships elsewhere because I FUCKING COULD. Now these people are STILL mad and STILL hating and at first I was under the mindset of “WHY CAN’T YOU FUCKING GET OVER IT AND WORK ON YOUR OWN SHIT?!” and it frustrated me for a while. I just want to be left the hell alone from people that aint about making things better for themselves or others. Then, after a long talk with someone I figured it out. I knew why they was mad. You know why they was mad?
Because those that can’t, hate.
Yep, I am putting that shit on a shirt. People that can’t be happy themselves can only be happy when they hate on those that ARE happy. By making others unhappy like they are, they can in turn be happy because if everyone around them is miserable like they are, they have unhappy people they can be unhappy with. It is a painful that there are people like this but I am sure you can think of people like that right now so I know (sadly) that I am right. So you have to drop those that are trying to pull you down with the quickness. The fact you have to do that because someone is willing to hate is sad, but it brings back the age old question: Why you wanna…playa hata on me?
Mark ass busters!
Issue #2: Pop Is Dead
Yes, I said it. When we look at the landscape and gone are Madonna, Whitney Houston, Cyndi Lauper and Mariah Carey (Pre-crazy Mariah, I mean. She with Nick Cannon now which is a step below rock bottom) to be replaced with Lady GaGa, Ke$ha (ONLY TOO $HORT CAN HAVE THE DOLLAR SIGN IN HIS NAME, BEE-YATCH!), Rihanna (Or as I call her, Popped Eyes because she got two-pieced…too soon?) and Beyonce it makes me realize that all we have to hold on to right now is Justin Timberlake. People can like what they like. I know many people don’t like Atmosphere and Childish Gambino but I don’t take it personal when someone says they don’t. However, when I say “I really don’t like Lady Gaga all that much” people have had the FUCKING NERVE to say that I am a homophobe for not thinking she is a trendsetter. No, David Bowie is a trend setter. Elton John is a trend setter. Annie Lennox is a trend setter. Lady Gaga is average talented and has taken that to superstardom. Which is FINE but don’t sit back and act as if she and Rihanna are the voice of a fucking generation when they are nothing more than singers. Period. It takes a lot more to be a voice of a generation than wearing a meat suit and using religious imagery. If she touches you, that is fan-fucking-tastic. If you like her music, that’s great. Keep that shit to yourself, I will listen to Sara Bareiellis:
I likes what I like.
Issue #3: We Leik Sportz! We Also Don’t Give A FLYING FUCK IF YOU DO.
Okay, I blog about sports from time to time but for the most part I keep the fact that I am a huge sports fan under wraps. The reason why is something I will not go into here (It fucking irritates the shit out of me and those that know me understand why) but I do not understand those that attach to a team to a fanatical point. Was I pissed about Matt Ryan throwing the pick six before the half in the NFC Divisional Playoff game? Hell yeah, but I didn’t get on sports radio and BITCH ABOUT IT LIKE I GOT FIRED BECAUSE OF HIS ACTIONS. I understand that sports are big for people but it gets to a point where you just sound like an spoiled child that has to have everything go their way, even things they cant control (And I know exactly what that sounds like, I have been dealing with one of them for about a fucking year. YEAH, I SAID IT. That comment was whatever you make of it). Sports are entertainment and business in my opinion, nothing more and nothing less. I can detach myself pretty quickly, even from college sports which is probably my favorite of all of them since the athletes don’t get paid…just ask crack babies:
One of the best episodes ever. Anyway, I try to avoid sports talk at all costs because it causes more pointless arguments aside from political arguments (And politics at least EFFECT US in some way. Whether or not LeBron went to Miami or New York didn’t affect my rent check at-fucking-all) but as you know…Denver loves the Broncos like I love applesauce and they never shut the fuck up about them or how much they hate Oakland to which I say…do EITHER ONE OF THOSE THINGS ALTER YOUR LIFE IN ANY MEANINGFUL WAY? I leave it at that because the answer is no unless you play for the team or have some stock in them financially. You ponder that shit, I am going to get myself some Jameson’s and ginger ale to help me get through another week of work.
Well, that is all for this week. It is good to be back on the scene and I PROMISE to be back more. Even if it is a quick blurb. I haven’t been able to put the hour or so into typing up my fury or honestly been up to it because I have been tired and annoyed by the dipshittery of those that just don’t get it. Fuck them, I’m back. One more time, with feeling. Stay up, peeps.
Chachi Out
Ahh, back when music was done by those with…what’s that word...talent. So with about 4 months until I turn 31, the people close to me know that when I turned 30 it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal to me and I just kind of hung out. It wasn’t monumental, wasn’t painful. It was kind of just another day. Now that 31 is coming up…I realized WHY 30 wasn’t as panic-ridden as I thought it would be. In the words of Copper:
You have been through so much worse, this is kind of nothing.
Some of you know (And those that don’t…you just don’t) that the last decade from 2000 to 2010 was a Decade of Dipshittery, Destruction and Development (THREE D! Pimpin aint easy!) and that when I say that my life has been a “Series of horrible decisions and tragic events turning out just fine” that I am not making that shit up by any means. Last year I honestly marveled at the fact that “I MADE IT TO THIRTY?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!” and it reminded me a lot of my sophomore year in college when I went from nearly being kicked the fuck out of school to being a senior and not remembering anything about that timeframe. Then I decided that I had gotten that far and I might as well finish the mission so I started going to class and actually learning shit. Now I didn’t learn much, but what DO remember learning has helped me out a great deal. As a matter of fact, it was remembering the things I learned in college that I conveniently forgot when I got older because it was easier to NOT FUCKING THINK that has gotten me to a happy point right now. So, for those that say that college is a waste of time I say to you what Chase said to me in my Ethnic Studies class senior year:
You spend four years getting building blocks of life when you go to college, man. College is what you THINK you were taught and whether it is relevant. It is what you take out of those blocks and build out of the knowledge. Taco?”
Yeah, we used to go to the Albertacos for tacos after class because we had a two hour break. Either way, that is a simple quote that pretty much explains life. Every time you do something, win or lose…whether the result is happy or painful…is a block that you use to build your life out of. You shape your life, no one else does. What you learn and take away from your life, the same as your education, is your onus and yours only. If you don’t learn anything and you dwell on those experiences then the fault is no one’s but yours. Let’s face it: life is full of rejection, heartbreak, defeat, sadness, loss, pain and loneliness. Those are just facts. However, it is how you respond to all of those bad things that determines what kind of person you will become. If you take those blocks, shape them into something that can be used in the future to overcome that issue and use it to build something to help you move on then you are on a pretty good path. However, if you take that SAME issue and shape it into an albatross (Or albacore if you are Master Shake) or anchor to hold you where you are at OR EVEN BETTER shape into something in which you can blame others for your own issue…then you are going to go nowhere and you will build nothing. Just like if you state your education has meant nothing because you haven’t attempted to build something out of your knowledge, if nothing then a career path. You have no one to blame for yourself. In the famous words of MC Breed, aint no future in yo frontin:
Rest in peace, Breed. People still don’t know, and that’s why this song will always be a classic. Now that I have gotten the “MESSAGE!!” portion of the show out of the way, it is time to give you what you came here for: a doling of the business to dipshits that deserve to be smacked the fuck up. Yeah, Chachi is back and people need to catch the business. Time to kick some ass:
Okay, let’s get started.
Issue #1: I Know Why You Mad, I Know Why You Mad!
I have said several times that Katt Williams segments about haters is one reason why I was able to pretty much shut down 2010 because that was a year of bad decisions and questionable actions. Why? All because I let haters get me down. For 28 years (Minus a crazy bitch in college and the whole year 0f 2006…get me a drink and I will tell you sometime) I could tell say fuck the world if they couldn’t adjust but last year I hit as low as I could go. Quite simply, I was nothing more than a vicious ass koala bear that used to be a tiger. Then something happened. I realized that I was not surrounding myself with friends and collegues, I was surrounding myself with haters. They were mad because I could see a situation was FUCKED UP and figure out the gasoline wasn’t worth it. They were mad that I could see that no matter how hard some people tried, they couldn’t be like me so they had to try to break me down. I realized that and figured out that I AM MY STAR PLAYER and I needed to make sure I was happy.
You can’t make someone else happy or lead someone else if you are comfortable with yourself and where you are going. So I broke out and took my talents and friendships elsewhere because I FUCKING COULD. Now these people are STILL mad and STILL hating and at first I was under the mindset of “WHY CAN’T YOU FUCKING GET OVER IT AND WORK ON YOUR OWN SHIT?!” and it frustrated me for a while. I just want to be left the hell alone from people that aint about making things better for themselves or others. Then, after a long talk with someone I figured it out. I knew why they was mad. You know why they was mad?
Because those that can’t, hate.
Yep, I am putting that shit on a shirt. People that can’t be happy themselves can only be happy when they hate on those that ARE happy. By making others unhappy like they are, they can in turn be happy because if everyone around them is miserable like they are, they have unhappy people they can be unhappy with. It is a painful that there are people like this but I am sure you can think of people like that right now so I know (sadly) that I am right. So you have to drop those that are trying to pull you down with the quickness. The fact you have to do that because someone is willing to hate is sad, but it brings back the age old question: Why you wanna…playa hata on me?
Mark ass busters!
Issue #2: Pop Is Dead
Yes, I said it. When we look at the landscape and gone are Madonna, Whitney Houston, Cyndi Lauper and Mariah Carey (Pre-crazy Mariah, I mean. She with Nick Cannon now which is a step below rock bottom) to be replaced with Lady GaGa, Ke$ha (ONLY TOO $HORT CAN HAVE THE DOLLAR SIGN IN HIS NAME, BEE-YATCH!), Rihanna (Or as I call her, Popped Eyes because she got two-pieced…too soon?) and Beyonce it makes me realize that all we have to hold on to right now is Justin Timberlake. People can like what they like. I know many people don’t like Atmosphere and Childish Gambino but I don’t take it personal when someone says they don’t. However, when I say “I really don’t like Lady Gaga all that much” people have had the FUCKING NERVE to say that I am a homophobe for not thinking she is a trendsetter. No, David Bowie is a trend setter. Elton John is a trend setter. Annie Lennox is a trend setter. Lady Gaga is average talented and has taken that to superstardom. Which is FINE but don’t sit back and act as if she and Rihanna are the voice of a fucking generation when they are nothing more than singers. Period. It takes a lot more to be a voice of a generation than wearing a meat suit and using religious imagery. If she touches you, that is fan-fucking-tastic. If you like her music, that’s great. Keep that shit to yourself, I will listen to Sara Bareiellis:
I likes what I like.
Issue #3: We Leik Sportz! We Also Don’t Give A FLYING FUCK IF YOU DO.
Okay, I blog about sports from time to time but for the most part I keep the fact that I am a huge sports fan under wraps. The reason why is something I will not go into here (It fucking irritates the shit out of me and those that know me understand why) but I do not understand those that attach to a team to a fanatical point. Was I pissed about Matt Ryan throwing the pick six before the half in the NFC Divisional Playoff game? Hell yeah, but I didn’t get on sports radio and BITCH ABOUT IT LIKE I GOT FIRED BECAUSE OF HIS ACTIONS. I understand that sports are big for people but it gets to a point where you just sound like an spoiled child that has to have everything go their way, even things they cant control (And I know exactly what that sounds like, I have been dealing with one of them for about a fucking year. YEAH, I SAID IT. That comment was whatever you make of it). Sports are entertainment and business in my opinion, nothing more and nothing less. I can detach myself pretty quickly, even from college sports which is probably my favorite of all of them since the athletes don’t get paid…just ask crack babies:
One of the best episodes ever. Anyway, I try to avoid sports talk at all costs because it causes more pointless arguments aside from political arguments (And politics at least EFFECT US in some way. Whether or not LeBron went to Miami or New York didn’t affect my rent check at-fucking-all) but as you know…Denver loves the Broncos like I love applesauce and they never shut the fuck up about them or how much they hate Oakland to which I say…do EITHER ONE OF THOSE THINGS ALTER YOUR LIFE IN ANY MEANINGFUL WAY? I leave it at that because the answer is no unless you play for the team or have some stock in them financially. You ponder that shit, I am going to get myself some Jameson’s and ginger ale to help me get through another week of work.
Well, that is all for this week. It is good to be back on the scene and I PROMISE to be back more. Even if it is a quick blurb. I haven’t been able to put the hour or so into typing up my fury or honestly been up to it because I have been tired and annoyed by the dipshittery of those that just don’t get it. Fuck them, I’m back. One more time, with feeling. Stay up, peeps.
Chachi Out
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