How “Mean Tweets” Hurt Us All

Mean TweetsAs a someone who’s been blogging for quite a few years, I have come to think of Twitter as indispensible, and not only because it’s a way to reach however many people that happen to be interested in what I happen to be saying.

Twitter can be actually challenging to use at times, mainly because my thoughts don’t always easily allow themselves to be twisted and contorted into a mere 140 characters.

Which I actually—most of the time–appreciate because it doesn’t tolerate verbosity and forces me to GET TO THE POINT! unlike Facebook, which I deal with more because it’s expected these days, than deriving any sort of enjoyment (though I like the way it allows people to join groups based on their likes or dislikes, so obscure topics, such as whether or not Freddie Freiburger is responsible of the abrupt tonal shift from Year One to Year Two of Space: 1999 (Yes, if you want an easy answer; Not exactly, if nuance is your North Star) and whether Year Two was better than One (overall, Year Two was more visual and action-orientated than Year One, which was good, though the cost was the jettisoning of the contemplativeness that made the first year so fascinating). Such questions are discussed with a passion that someone unfamiliar with would find either curious, weird or extremely nerdy.

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The Huge, Rapey Elephant In The Room

I try to avoid writing about the travails of people in the public eye, because I have more than enough of my own stuff to deal with.

That being said, the situation that Bill Cosby is currently mired bothers me and I need to exorcise it, and seeing that my faith in God tends toward the situational, I decided to write this piece.

Let’s be honest: If we were talking about one woman—Bill Cosby is a celebrity, and it’s not out of the ordinary for people like him to attract a fair share of kooks and crackpots—it wouldn’t by any stretch of the imagination justify his alleged actions, though it would at least leave a bit of moral wiggle room for the rest of as to whether or not Cosby were indeed guilty of the crimes he’s been accused

But with women coming out of the woodwork seemingly on a daily basis, it either means that they are all suffering from some heretofore unknown variant of Stockholm Syndrome, or Coaby is lying.

I assume the latter because I recall hearing a report that said that he had paid off at least one of his accusers, which people don’t tend to do if they’re innocent.

And that’s pretty fucked, though what bothers me almost as much is how sanctimonious Cosby seems to be.

After all, when he was on Don Lemon’s CNN show (before the shit hit the proverbial fan) Lemon—instead of tacking the rumors that Cosby was some sort of serial rapist (rumors that apparently had been floating around for quite awhile)—with Cosby decides to lay in on young Black males and their tendency to wear droopy pants.

That droopy pants is also considered fashionable by young white males apparently wasn’t worth bringing up.

After all, it’s particularly easy to attack such an obvious target, especially when you’re ignoring the huge, rapey elephant in the room

The Email Scammer Project 2

Here’s the latest bit of spam to pop up in my inbox.  This one is from The Central Bank of Nigeria, or is that “N i g e r i a.”  This little bit of spam doesn’t even pretend to be deceptive.  Or well-written.  If they’re going to fraud anyone out of their hard-earned money, they’ll have to do much, much better.

Your payment with the C e n t r a l Bank of N i g e r i a

FULL NAME. (2) FULL MAILING ADDRESS (3) C O N T R A C T REFERENCE NUMBER/C O N T R A C T SUM (4) YOUR DIRECT CELL TELEPHONE NUMBER. (5) YOUR BANK ACCOUNT DETAILS. Details of your payment will be made available to you upon our receipt of the above requested information. Sincerely, Mr Adebayo Adelabu Deputy G o v e r n o r, Corporate Services. Tel:- +234 80 35698296

The Neck

Today was rough.  I sometimes pull muscles in my neck or trapezius when I do overhead dumbbell presses.  It tends not be the type of pain that’s enough to cause you to scream out in pain (unless you turn your head the wrong way, then Yikes!) but is an insidious sort of pain that just lingers.

I took an ibuprofen yesterday (should have taken two, Damn it), and have been riding it out today.

Normally, these type of things don’t particularly bother me, mentally speaking, but today I saw a rejection letter in my mailbox–in the past I have been almost glad to get them because they at least imply that someone looked at my resume–but today I was being hit from too many fronts, and couldn’t brush it off.

So I have come to the conclusion that rejection letters aren’t good enough, though I don’t know what else to do.  The days of walking into someplace with a resume are gone, and I honestly think that there are too many filters out there between employers and the unemployed.

That being said, I am going to keep on keeping on.



The Email Scammer Project

It mystifies me how anyone falls for email scams.  Anything so blatantly playing upon my doubts, fears and concerns would almost immediately put me on guard, though clearly not everyone thinks the same because according to The Telegraph, a British newspaper, one in ten fall for them.  

That’s a lot of people, though I shouldn’t imply that Britons are the only people that fall from them because in Oregon someone lost $400,000 to them.

Almost half a million dollars.

Personally, I find such letters fascinating.  Typically I, at least, scan everyone I receive, just to see how it moves me.  

The most recent that I have got is from a Miss Felicia Luna, which I have included below.  

My Dearest One,
This is Miss Felicia Luna from Trinidad & Tobago. I am writing from a hospital in Ivory Coast, therefore this mail is very urgent, I am dying in the hospital which i do not know what tomorrow will be. I was told by my doctor that i was poisoned and has got my liver damaged and can only live for some months, and my step mother is the one that wants to kill me, to take my belongings since after the death of my Father.
I have a little orphan child, named Martins Henry and $ 2.5 million Dollars i inherited from my late father, my step mother and her children are after Martins because he knows about the documents of the money and about the poison, for this reason they do not want Martins to expose them, so they will do anything possible to kill him, so i want you to help him out of this country with the money.
This is the favour i need when you have gotten the money: –
(1) Set out 20% of the money to establish Martins as he has been there for me through out my illness and I have promised to support him in life. I want you to take him along with you to your country and establish him as your son.
(2) Give 30% of the money to handicap people and charity organization. The remaining 50% should be for you and others that you would love to assist.
Note; This should be a code between you and my orphan child in this transaction “Hospital” any mail from him, the Lawyer he will direct you to, without this code “Hospital” is not from Martins, the Lawyer or myself as I don ‘t know what will happen to me in the next few hours.
Please do get back to me so that I can give you the contact of my orphan child Martins Henry, he will give you the documents of the money and will direct you to a well known lawyer that i have appointed to him, the lawyer will assist you to change the documents of the money to your name to enable the bank transfer the money to you.
And Let Martins send you his International passport to be sure of whom you are dealing with. Martins is so little therefore guide him. And if I do not hear from you, I will look for another person or an organization.
May Almighty God bless you and use you to accomplish my wish. Pray for me always.
Miss Felicia Luna.
I responded, mainly to see what their response would be.  I also have to admit that I did so because I know that I am too smart to fall for such obvious scams.  
It’s also a bit arrogant, but there you go.
What can I do to help?!

Frustration, Thy Name is Verizon!

VerizonToday I noticed something interesting:  I was on the Internet, which is at the moment the only route I have to the world outside my relatively immediate surroundings–which I should also add is at this point is almost as important as having a roof over my head–when my connection speeds began to move to a crawl.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, they soon virtually nonexistent.

I got on the phone with Verizon–all filled with piss and vinegar–and spoke to a representative who was I am pretty certain was not even on this continent.

As an aside, that bothers me because there are lots of Americans who could do the job just as well, though for some reason it’s okay for a company to lay off thousands of people stateside, but hire internationally and/or raise executive salaries.

But I digress.  After ranting for awhile about how frustrating this was becoming (the same thing happened last week) we began to (I assume, which I’ll explain momentarily) troubleshoot.  It involved cycling my computer and modem, as well as emptying the browser cache on Safari and Firefox.

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‘The Strain’ Of Dealing With Cable Companies

While what constitutes “sex” may differ from one person to the next, the thing is, when most of us see it, we know it.  I bring it up because for the past few months I have been watching television shows that I wouldn’t normally have access to, online.

Sure, part of it is because I am unemployed, and can’t afford cable.  But you know what?  Even if I weren’t I wouldn’t pay for TV.  My viewing habits are pretty locked in at this point, and I like what I like, and what I don’t, I don’t.

For instance, I am not particularly into sports, so for me to pay for a channel that broadcasts them is a waste.  The same thing for the various flavor of reality shows out there.

Unless you’re talking about those that deal with tattoos.  Tattoos are awesome.

And I live in reality everyday.  I don’t need a television show to remind me how dull it can be when you don’t have someone editing out the slow spots

(Unless they revolve around people with tattoos because, as I have already stated, they’re awesome).

And do you know who’s to blame?  How about the cable companies themselves.  If they weren’t hoarding their programming as if it were gold (and in a sense it is.  Shows can cost millions to develop) then I wouldn’t have to find other means to watch them.

And I understand that the problems start with you start multiplying the amount of people that are doing so.  The thing is, some networks get it.  They understand that there will always be people who will watch their content using methods other than those that they would prefer.  Because, in this instance, HBO understands that they are creating a product so popular that people will go through all sorts of means–other than actually paying for it–to watch their programming.


I am particularly tough on myself when it comes to photography, which I am able to do because it’s something that enjoy (otherwise, I would just get frustrated and move on).  The thing is, for the last four or five years, taken some pretty mediocre 4th of July pictures.

It’s not that they were terrible, far from it.  It was more of a case that they weren’t as good as I thought that they could be.

But I think that I have finally cracked it.

My latest fireworks photos, if I do say so myself, are pretty good.  There’s a small issue with smoke–though that’s due more to where I was positioned more than anything else, and under the circumstances is not something that I am going to worry about.



As I said, some of my best work.  Now that think that I got the important stuff down, next year the goal will be to find a spot where the wind is working with me, as opposed to against.  You can check out more of my photos from my Flikr feed on the right.


The Emperor’s New Shoes

New Balance MT101GB

New Balance MT101GB

This is a picture of my latest pair of running shoes, New Balance MT101GB’s.  A way that I can get good shoes for less is to wait till the new model comes out, which usually means that the prior model is sold for less than half the price of ‘new’ shoes.

In better times it’s also the way that I purchase computers.  I don’t have to have the latest machine with all the bells and whistles when a machine that’s close in performance will do just as good.

I’ve always tended to purchase sneakers this way, if only because what I care about is that the shoes are good performers, not if they happen to be the latest model.  The latest version of these shoes cost at least $100, while the earlier model cost $40.

And you may be asking why it is that a person that’s unemployed is spending their time buying running shoes.  It’s a valid question, but misses the big picture, which is that I enjoy running.  It keeps me balanced and exercises my body as well as my mind though most importantly taking care of my feet keeps them healthy, because I need them and want to keep them as health as I can.

unemployment blue

Wanted Advert 1Friday, I learned that a job that I thought that I should have aced, I didn’t, and it feels like a kick in the stomach. This is such a frustrating process because all you know is that, typically, that you didn’t get the job.

You generally don’t get the how’s or why’s, and if you do, they often don’t make any sense.

It’s all mildly depressing…so why fight it? Why pretend that what is obvious–the frustration, the worries, the fears–isn’t?

So I allowed myself to be frustrated.

Then I began applying for jobs again, despite the most I seem to be getting for it is a collection of rejection letters and no aid from The District, since the Republicans in the House of Representatives have decided that five months is enough time for anyone to be out of work.

Despite that the politicians, and Republicans in particular, don’t seem to be doing anything to make the situation any better.

Because that would illustrate once and for all that government can do good as well as ill, and we can’t have that, can we?