to every single company with a website: for the love of black jesus, STOP the pop-up instantly asking us to sign up for your newsletter!!! i don't fuk'n know you or what your site offers yet, so why would i instantly want your email? #logic#programming#emailmarketinggonewrong
maybe i’m just getting old, but i don’t like my car making decisions for me when i’m driving it. auto braking if it senses a certain distance or object, steering for me if i barely move over the line for a second, etc.
how about we teach people how to fuk’n drive, pay attention, obey the laws, turn their phones off, etc. instead? my driving record (knock on wood) has been crystal clean for over 30 years, btw.
i do (sort of) like the rear-view camera monitors, but i think it would take me a long time to not use my eyes. i trust my own vision, thus far, although the rear-view camera might be an added benefit in case a small child is behind me that i can’t see.
i have difficulties sometimes parallel parking, so i’d love to test that feature to see if it sucks or actually does the job.
i used to love documentaries about rosa parks’ life, etc., but now they all make me never want to touch water, eat anything, or leave my house. wtf happened? i don’t feel like i’m watching the propaganda ones, but they all end up telling me it’s over and i’m going to wake up dead.
i don’t want to bury my head in the proverbial sand, but lighten the fuck up and show some positive stuff sometimes!
these asshole trophy hunters kill elephants and then brag about it via pics, social media, etc. what’s the brag? i mean…the thing is the size of wyoming and typically travels in groups. where’s the skill? what’s the purpose?
shoot a fly at 100 yards and then maybe i’ll be impressed by your brag.
i own guns for home protection and haven’t been invaded by an elephant. yet.
everyone who knows me knows that i heart anything tech/geek/nerd. i find technology easy (so far). but my brain forgot stuff.
i had to go to the big city. entered the address into my gps and off i went. should have taken about 20 minutes, but they shut down the major interstate (in the area i needed to exit at on i-40) and i never updated my gps unit. it’s free to upgrade and only takes a few minutes to do, but it had been a year since i remembered to do it. so, of course, it didn’t know about the interstate detours and kept sending me in figure 8’s until i realized that i was “groundhog day” movie driving.
thought i could find it on my own, but ended up behind a wardrobe in narnia, somehow.
never once dawned on me that my high-priced, state of the art, smartphone, had gps on it. never crossed my mind.
asked directions 4 times until someone got it right. half a tank of gas later, i arrived.
then i had to go back home, but i was lucky to have once been in that area before and knew a side road home.
watched justice league and aquaman did everything out of water. even when that area was being flooded with water he could barely hold it back…but he’s aquaman! shouldn’t that have been the easiest task in the world for him? i mean, the ocean is much more mighty. i was confused by his ability to fly, too…but it is a comic/movie, so maybe that’s just a thing he can do that i was unaware of.
then i just watched the “aquaman” movie. why do the gods of the ocean need ships and sharks/seahorses to ride on (seemed slower and clumsier than their actual swimming abilities)? why was almost all of the movie showing aquaman fighting on land?
i admit…i don’t remember reading much of him in comics as a kid, but still…
some finance sites say that publisher’s clearing house (pch) made about 106M last year (so this post assumes that those figures are accurate)…but they claim to give away tens of millions a year. are they just the nicest people in the world to give away most of their profits or is it a total scam? i just don’t understand how they can be giving away such a HUGE portion of their profits like that? they’re not a charity organization or philanthropists (that i’m aware of)…so what am i missing here?
they’ve got many offices across the nation, so their operating/payroll/etc. costs must be quite high, as well.
not trying to bad-mouth them or discourage people from entering…i just want answers 🙂
my college roommate placement card came in the mail, sometime in 1984. it had my new roommate’s name and contact info so we could discuss stuff.
his name on the card was “Bracey Frederick Fountain III” from nc. of course, that name exploded my curiosity.
(he went by “brock”, btw.)
he was a very cool guy. i was a shitty roommate. i was an only child and i didn’t get certain shit yet. i first tried (and fell in deep love with) mary jane. i was high 24/7. never went to a class. after a year, they (very politely) asked me to leave and not come back.
whether you like it or not, the word “cunt” is in our vernacular. i’ve always listened to arguments against my using the word. (i don’t use it often…either for dark humor or as an actual name i’m calling someone like “kim davis”.
men don’t seem to care, but women flock to the battlefield on this one.
please comment below your opinion if it can be used, any caveats, etc.
but seriously though….pretty much don’t. you just don’t know who’s a good witch or a bad witch. i’ve had many white friends and acquaintances for many moons and i’m shocked when i suddenly hear them go all racist on me. i could have known him a while, too, and he just never said anything bad before that i ever noticed. i’ve got really good blackdar.
you know why your mom, dad, and probably grandparents gave you “the talk” until you were beyond of hearing it anymore? because, unfortunately, they had to. losing you would have almost killed them and they (whether you knew it or not) worried about you 24/7/365 *366 on leap year 🙂
since most of my childhood friends were black, i was hanging with them for many years. seeing a somewhat different culture, the power of the mom, the incredible fucking food!, the laughter, the best put-down (i could never get the dozens right), and seeing the horror many of them went through as black folk. i just didn’t get it. i did…but i didn’t. racism seemed so stupid to me. and, before i forget…the music. i grew up on the country my mom played and the black music of my childhood. i stayed with it until it turned into violent hate, bragging about murder, who has the best/most stuff, etc. it just wasn’t the cool old school i lived my young life with.
i hated that my racist mom wouldn’t allow any of my (non-white) friends over to my house. she let one black friend on a bday. kevin morrison from parkton – hope mills, nc. we went to rockfish elementary school 4-6 grade together. we had quite a few classes together over the years. i was smart af and i was but a shadow to his intelligence. he was funny, sweet, brilliant, and my best friend for those years. then we moved to way too far away (fayetteville was pretty big). and we never saw or heard from each other again…that i can recall. i had a whole page reserved for him and he started a short sentence beginning but forgot to finish it. i always wondered what he’d say.
if you read this, kevin morrison, please contact me by commenting below. i can delete your private info after you post so it’s not all out on the web and stuff 🙂