On the wings of Flav

I've never been a fan of Reality TV shows. I watched maybe half of Season 2 of Survivor, and lost interest towards the end.
But I am hooked on Flavor of Love. Why? Maybe it has one element that the other shows lack, and it's not the bounty of struggling and desperate female talent. It's star power. Flavor Flav is a star that has only been waiting to be realized for years.
I was a big Public Enemy fan back in the days. I rung in 1990 New Years at a PE show. I can recite Welcome to The Terrordome at will. But after listening to the entire Nation of Millions album the other day, I find Chuck D sort of didactic.
Flavor has a voice, a presence, an energy, a vocabulary. Cold Lampin nearly had me choked up it was so fucking dope!

But back to the show, I missed the first episode, so I have only caught the last three, and I have some petty views to express.
It is most compelling that Flav is seeking "real-ness" in these girls. That meaning honesty and open-ness. Who knows what kind of rationalization Toastee had in mind thinking what she might have done in the past could be considered non-porn. Her explanation was a bogus smokescreen. Even if it's solo toy show, it's porn, especially if it's video. The breakfast with Nibblz appeared to be mildly "interesting", but it was most apt that Nibblz admitted to doing nude modeling and having a stripper pole in her apartment. Flav likes it honest and real!

The preview of the next episode is a glaring example of things to come. Up to now, Flav has been searching for chemistry and ethical strength in a select group of girls. Many have not asserted themselves glaringly enough or are too quiet to get involved in these bitchy frays. The next step by inviting the rap groups as guests for a pool party will be to establish their hip hop credibility. Flavor wants a hip hop queen, worthy of the admiration and respect of his peers. She must be fun and FLY, but not overtly skanky, i.e. HO, Skeezer. etc.

Krazy gets into hot water by "fronting" before the guests. Krazy, for all her beauty and grace, is possessive and prudish. She feels above the other girls and has not gauged the competitive atmosphere as an equal struggle for Flav's attention. This is where Deelishis is stronger in this department. She has Flav's attention and affection, but is playing it just cool enough not to get carried away.

Next week, look for Deelishis, Bootz and Buckeee to make a good impression on the hip hop impresarios. Krazy is exposed as a diva wannabee and loses it back at the house. How long will Buckwild be tolerated given her cartoonish antics? Like Dat will snap from the pressure of simply being ignored. Beautiful will hang around in the background on a chaise looking beautiful. Will anyone notice her?

Wheels of agony

A few days ago I purchased a bike. The trip back from Target was nerve-racking. I had to take two buses with the bike in the front rack, and with the way those drivers slam the brakes...it was rather stressful.
The maiden voyage did not go as well as I could have hoped for. The seat was quite chafing, my endurance was shot and the gears kept getting caught in between positions. Now I must debate either investing in an alternate seat, a different bike altogether or stick with it and risk penile dysfunction. What would Matt McConaghey do?

Last of many weary good mornings?

I'm in a perfect state of mind to ponder all things depressing. Even me, Morose Miles Millstein has to admit things are pretty good now. My girlfriend Julie returned from 10 days in Crawford, and we had a most pleasant evening if you will. Mmm.

My new job is going fine. My only complaint is due to my susceptability to paper cuts. But every job I have seems to be rough on my hands, a matter of masculine and hereditary pride. I finally have a speculation, that in a long-gone previous life I must have been a stone cutter, working on pyramids and carving the Gods for the Pharoahs.



But let me say now I have no plans to take up sculpture, never had, and currently I'm not a big fan. Brass and marble seem unweidly and expensive and I sure as shit ain't working with terra cotta. Just don't like the sound of it, like some dumbass is going to peruse my shit and say "Duh-huh...he's making art out of cheese....whattya callit?....Head cheese? Duh-huh...huh huh..."

So what was so depressing today? Just stopping in to my old job to pick up my last paycheck. No I'm not depressed that the check was a little light, only 1 weeks worth, but that's nothing new. It's being reminded how low the morale is in that place.









8:45 in the morning and you feel like you just opened this refridgerator and saw this piece of lettuce and feeling like it's your pride. Nobody had much of a warm greeting for me as I ordered a bacon, cheddar and liquid egg sandwich and a latte. Nobody hit me up for gum. Nothing. Must be a bitter pill to swallow, it's been 2 weeks, and on this day it seems that they haven't found a replacement for me. The acting manager was 2nd register and the District manager made my latte. No warmth from him at all, can't say I blame him. He hides his grief well. I know he secretly, silently had management plans for me. Hopes dashed...endless days of stressful adherence to corporate food service processes.

I pray to the highest power that I should never have to wear a hairnet in public. Not my kind of look. I sure wouldn't be smiling in front of a camera either.
So this has been a healthy discourse, and I came out of there with an even healthier outlook. I should stay away from that place with their fake egg sandwiches and ease up on the coffee as well. If I need a morning pick-me up I'd more likely go to the Snooty Smoothie joint, where the kids working may not be well paid, but they don't have to dress like a corporate jerkoff, and they have a tip jar! That's empowering!
I'm done debating these depressing thoughts and reminding myself humbly that I am finally above it and am more in control of my dignity and self empowerment. Yes. But I digress. I leave you with one more depressing picture:

A Day at the Zoo

Another lovely Saturday, late summer. I dare'd to commingle with the tourists and check out the Smithsonian National Zoo. As an information specialist, I felt it my duty to enrich myself with such experience. Besides, it was prime time that they feed the sea lions and herd out the pandas for all the strollers to see. Boy were there alot of strollers and strolling. As well as amateur photogs like myself, and people eating ice cream, which I might later. I prefer no M & M's in mine, thanks.

The smell at times was not so great. There was occasional disappointment with some animals being on the shy side. You have to look hard and annoyingly so, point them out, arm extended to your mates with lesser vision. And getting a good camera shot is not easy. This felt like the quintessential Zoo experience: tiring, but mildly exciting.

Juice'd up

Yeah baby, the start of many a Monday hereafter.
I'm getting the hang of the new job, and doing reconnisance of the many options for lunch. The lure of the ever-present golden arches beckons me daily on my return trip, after I deliver the paper to the post office. There's just something about grabbing a burger for a buck and getting back in the van, tunes a rockin, one hand on the wheel, the other around a burger.
But that wasn't enough, as I know not to push my luck with french fries and soft drink unless I want to become a burp and fart machine. So I come back to the office, and I go out.... Mini-salad? No. Sushi? Not in great supply. Wait... I have a Robeks Smoothie coupon on me and they're a block away.

Service? Not a strong point. Atmosphere? Not great. Prices? Other than this one, it's premium.
The product? A Motherfucker! I chose a raspberry smoothie with sorbet with an immuno-shot, coming off the allergies I felt a need. My sinuses and other compartments around my brain opened up like a butterfly's wings. Ahhhhhhhhh!
Next time I get the 20 Oz.

Now before I get all "It's so great to be a self-satisfying Yuppie with a sense of entitlement..and a JEW to boot" what bit of hypertexting I come across on another blog but this bit of humourous punditry. I'm not one to defend the Hebes with everything they do, this current war a case in point, no I don't have the answers, I'm sorry. But I will certainly lose no sleep if the LA Courts step up and do their job and throw the book (according to validity of the charges) at Mr. Gibson. Just for a change, must they let another powerful, famous person off with rehab? Just a wish, a crave, a wanting of all things justice...
http://ihatejuice.com/

Challenging Adjustments

It's safe to say, I'm free and clear of service industry entanglement. Now it is back to the office, where I have not meandered daily since 1995. There it will be the same faces, relative silence and repetitious comfort. I would have enjoyed this week all the more if not for my sinuses.

Oh, my sinuses...eh heh! Hennn! Gnah! What is wrong with me? The triple digit days have passed, I've taken Claritin, Benadryl, Zinc lozenges, tea. I even had cereal and milk to battle any calcium deficiency. Thankfully, I no longer work weekends so I have a bit of home time on this lovely day to blog and self-analyze. Girlfriend is in Waco covering the dearth of news surrounding Bush's vacation, but no fear, Sheehan will find the cameras soon.

Back to the job, it sort of involves publishing a legal daily paper. Much of it involves posting probate releases, detailing Death and Representation. We had a power lunch @ Jimmy's on K Street, a very fine shirt and tie eatery. The maitre'd was most hospitable and the waitress, very elegant in black dress announced that she's had a fine week until her air conditioner broke and she'd been sweating her ASS off! Ahem...may I see the Whine List please?

So the office will consist of my boss, Don who looks like Private Pyle, the occasional appearance of Mike, the legal editor who writes the headnotes of opinions, as he's done for 50 years, and myself. One more week of training with Caleb, who I'm replacing and is off to be doted on by his folks in Long Island. At this point I have about half the job down, the rest will sink in further once my sinuses let up, and I have my OFFICE cleaned and decorated (modestly)
S'cuze me while I exclaim... "WHOOO!"

Why Doc Strangelove? The movie's been on my mind...I think I must have a viewing!