It was painfully slow at work today. At least I had a comic book to read: Supreme Power Vol. 2. I’ll review that later though. I had some clothes I had to sew up, too. A pair of work pants of mine was missing a back pocket button so I had to sew it back on. Yeah, this job gives me time to do shit like that and I don’t get any shit from management either. Maybe a month ago, it was slow as piss like today and I had like 3 fucking shirts and 2 pair of fucking pants to sew. Not to mention a cheap ass book bag I bought started ripping and I had to sew that motherfucker up, too. Where’d I learn how to sew? I taught my damn self. Home ec in school didn’t teach me shit and what they did, I fucking forgot years ago. Moms didn’t teach me a damn thing. I’ll be damned if I was gonna pay somebody for it. Some things you just gotta learn to do on your own, ya know?
Yeah, I watched The Scholar and Fire me please. They both sucked although Fire me please did have its moments. The main one being that bitch named Jodi in the second half hour. I almost swore to god she was that cum junkie Dagny from the website cumondagny.com. Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong. I loved how the guy in the first segment got fired. This idiot almost got his ass kicked and arrested. You can tell he was getting tense as 3:00 got closer. What I didn’t like was his reaction to winning 25 g’s. It seemed kind of fixed to me. Were these real people or actors? Or was 25k just another drop in the bucket to these motherfuckers? If that was me in that situation, I woulda went fucking crazy. Especially since it was a competition. I’ll admit that stuff was funny but as a whole, the show wasn’t funny enough to watch it again.
And The Scholar totally sucked balls. I expect better from Bunim/Murray Productions. How they pulled a piece of shit like that out of their asses I’ll never know. Throw this in the pile with the Real Cancun why dontcha? They musta shitted it out after that last little bit of piss that we all wait for. You know that small little turd…that little nugget that falls down when you stand up? Yeah, you know. That’s what The Scholar is. There was very little drama and no cussing. And the recruiters were so Ben Steinish that I had to fucking fast forward past that shit when they decided on the final 3. I couldn’t take that black guy’s voice, man. So fucking monotone. Granted the black chic was kinda hot looking in the face, she was a fucking lamewad, too. Bust a nut in her hair and it’ll blend right in with the rest of that fake ass bleached blonde hair.
Get a clue, you dumb black bitches. All niggaz and nigga bitches only got one hair color and you know what that is. You ain’t white and you ain’t never gonna be, no matter how much you try to look and talk like ‘em. Easy ass solution to that prob though. Drop the fucking attitude and maybe us black guys’ll wanna stick our dicks in ya rather than a white bitch.
There’s a show called Beauty and the Geek, but this show has the real geeks on it. These people are totally representative of what the other kind of fucking nerd is. I can say with confidence that I’m as smart as these people but I ain’t lame like them. At the same time, these people are totally nonrepresentative of the average college student. I don’t know how the hell they got selected, but I wish they woulda put my ass up on that show. I got plenty of student loans to pay back and I would kill the stereotype of what college students and young black males are. Why not put some hoodrats on the show, huh? Some trailer park trash and some barrio homies on there, huh? That goes for all reality tv! Kinda sound like Juvenile don’t I?
Yesterday I left work (on the clock) to go buy something as simple as canned air. We all know what the fuck that shit is right? Air in a fucking can. Self fucking explanatory. When I went online to search sites for stores like Best Buy and Staples, if you type that in, nothing pops up under a search. They classify it as an air duster. Whatever. I bought a big ass can at Wal-mart a few months ago for probably 3 bucks. The shit that I saw online when I searched (I didn’t search wal-mart.com) was minimum 4 bucks for half the size of the can I bought before. And when I went in-store to Target and other places, they barely had a selection or the cans were just too small and too expensive. Either prices went the fuck up or I just need to go back to wal-mart to get another can. Or steal one from work, but I ain’t like that so that ain’t an option. The fact that I mentioned it leads you to believe otherwise, right?
Speaking of wal-mart, I read an article in the money section of the local paper here that they want to get more upscale merchandise like 400-count linens and shit like that to compete with Target. They also acknowledged that their store management sucks major ass and being that I used to work for the cocksuckers, I can vouch for that statement 100% cuz that’s the fucking reason I quit. First of all, people shop at wal-mart to save money and get a good selection on shit. If they get higher quality products, not a lot of people are gonna notice unless they run a very specifically targeted ad campaign stating that they have these new products. Even still, white America is gonna be like, “Shop at wal-mart? Are you kidding me?” And you know I’m right. Some stupid motherfuckers rather maintain their bogus status and image than save money, dumb ass motherfuckers. Either that or they’re closet shoppers. Let me just say this though. Target’s female clientele blows wal-mart’s female clientele out of the fucking water. No one can argue with me on that.
Also yesterday when I was online searching for an air duster (fucking bullshit), I went ahead and bought a book from Amazon called Panel One. Available at better comic shops everywhere they say on their website. Bullshit. Went to the fucking comic shop next to my pad and they didn’t carry a single fucking book on how to write comics. I guess it ain’t one of those better comic shops, which in some ways is true, but that’s another story. Anyway, it’s a book about writing comic book scripts. When I went to the comic shop a couple days ago, the clerk said there’s no one way to write a comic book. Everybody does shit different. This is true cuz I saw some samples online and they were mostly all different. Still, I need a tangible sample in front of me for a reference. That way I’ll know I’m doing it the right way. My outline for the Masked Guardian is complete. I just need to read that book and get started. Then I’ll need to find an artist, a colorer, a publisher…no sweat, I’m ready for anything.
