Saturday, November 19, 2011

random question of the day: the swagged out edition

let's face it: as cool as zack morris was, he was really just what ferris bueller was when he wasn't playing hookie. and a.c. slater? take away the muscles and the mullet and all you have is...


yeah...

and don't get me started on cody lambert. a middle american surfer? Crawl much, bu-uuuuddy? (please don't roundhouse kick my face in the balls) which brings me to my question: will smith, carlton banks (fuck you, he had swag), and obviously clarissa darling withstanding, was there a swaggier mo fo ever on tv ever than dwayne wayne?
part 2: who among the big four was the swaggiest?
dwayne?


will?

carlton?

or clarissa?

**PS: i purposefully left the lisa turtle's and blossoms and hillary banks's of the world out of consideration. i tried to make this the all dudes edition, but clarissa is just too swaggy to deny**

**PPS: remember how the stoner dude from step by step's wicked awesome roundhouse kick? remember that show roundhouse?

Friday, October 28, 2011

10 minute break

just gonna stream my consciousness for a minute...
sick and tired of not being a serious law student, but for whatever reason i cant seem to make myself do right. there are just to many distractions. for instance, last night i opened my book at 10 PM and didn't start reading until 11... AM. in the morning. because i just had to watch like two netflix movies about wrestling and two animes. for no real reason.  this is my problem. i literally will find any reason at all to not read. and get this: i haven't written my own brief in about a month. i've been downloading them or doing the "book brief" and that's when i do right. i need to make a change, because, you know, i gottta become a judge one day.


i think i have an image problem. i got really upset the other day because icalled my gf's cat a "fat crap", and she responded in jest, "YOU'RE a fat crap". i knew she didn't mean it seriously, but it bugged the crap outta me. i literally changed my plans from "do laundry and read, then go to sleep" to "eff this laundry, i need to go to the gym RIGHT NOW!" and that's what i did. got a real good cardio session in, too. didn't talk to her for almost 24 hours after that, and when i did, it was a really tense convo. i felt bad about it...


had a dream that i got into a fight with my dad, and the only reason we didn't come to blows was because my dad's "other side" talked sense into me, then my brother told me to come outside so he could tell me some bit of news that i can't remember right now.


in my opinion, these occupy wall street protesters are misplacing their anger. why get upset at wall street for doing what they're paid to do? or even better, why get mad at wall street for playing by the rules that they've been allowed to play by? if you ask me, all the energy and effort of the "occupy [wherever the biggest scapegoat is]" movement would be better spent on pennsylvania avenue than wall street, because it's our policies that have given big corporation the freedom to fuck us over for financial gain. you can't get mad at the dog for grabbing your bone if the dog's caregiver never rolls up a newspaper on it for doing so.

sometimes it's really hard. to. listen.. to.... professor...... frye...... becausehisspeechpatternisreallyfunny... right? right? right? right?

maybe it's me, but for some reason the "puking my guts out" pumpkin just flies in the face of all that is good and holy about halloween... 
i'm done, ta ta for now

Monday, September 26, 2011

2 live drews.....

i'll keep this short, because that masked guy usually does these.  and i ain't tryna pick up his slack. but yeah, we were sitting around the batcave, or whatever he calls his lair, when some effn guy falls through the trap door (he has a trap door that leads to some sidewalk somewhere. people fall through it all the time. he needs to really rethink his lairs layout) so i'm all, "somebody fell through the trap door again". then dude is like, "eff'n sweet hideout! my name is drew". i'm all, "me too!" long story short, he joined the DIUU team and now he get's to rap to the Drewniverse, too. enjoy, bitches...

Monday, September 19, 2011

the shining

all work and no play make drew a dull boy
all work and no play make drew a dull boy
all
all work
all work and
all work and no
all work and no play
all work and no play make
all work and no play make drew
all work and no play make drew a
all work and no play make drew a dull
all work and no play make drew a dull boy
yob llud a werd ekam ylap on dna krow lla
all work and no mlay pake drew a bull doy

yeah, i'm feeling like jack right now. not in that, i'm gonna axe someone to death (hey, like harrison v taylor!) "here's johnny!" kinda way, but in that "all this work is driving me to the brink of insanity" kinda way. stay posted guys...

Monday, September 12, 2011

a brief example of a bad legal brief

law school is like Rowdy Roddy Piper. wrestling fans know his famous catch phrase, but for those of you who had terrible, WWF-less childhoods, his famous catch phrase is, "just when they think they know the answers, i change the questions". law school takes that attitude and runs with it, stops, hydrates, and stretches, then does a marathon with it. when you come to law school, it's a given that you're really, like really, really smart. you're generally a good writer, your study habits and work ethic are all top notch. then classes start and you realize that law school changed the definition of all those things, and buddy, what you knew before ain't it.

for example, drew everyday has always been a good writer. i was published for the FIRST time in SECOND F'N GRADE! i never got less than a 4 outta 4 on any standardized writing test i ever took. hell, in my college level creative writing course, i did so well that my work was used as an example of how to do it right for other classes, AND my professor wanted me to write for MORE PUBLICATION!

the following memo would have seen me deified by any undergrad professor i turned it in to. in law school, however, it was barely passable:


To: Senior Associate
From:
Re: Sean North Inquiry on Statute of Limitations
Date: 9/1/2011
MEMORANDUM
A court is likely to find that Sean has a right to file a claim on behalf of his sister, Stacy. A court will probably find 1) Sean is filing within the statute of limitations pursuant to Me. Rev. Stat. Ann. tit.24, § 2902 (West 2000 and Supp. 2001); 2) Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll Maine’s statute of limitations pursuant to Me. Rev. Stat. Ann. tit.24, § 853 (West 1980 and Supp. 2001); 3) the statute of limitations for Stacy to file a claim have not accrued; 4) Sean’s guardianship over Stacy does not affect her protection under the statute; and a court may possibly find 5) the fact that Stacy’s injury caused her disability is of no consequence.
Maine’s statute of limitations rule as found in common law reads this way: 1) statute of limitations may be tolled until incompetence, by reason of mental illness or minority, is relieved; Mental illness is an overall inability to function in society as to prevent a plaintiff from protecting their legal right; Discovery is assumed to accrue on the date the injury occurred. 2) The statute of limitations for filing a claim for relief of injury is 6 years from the date on which the injury was reasonably discoverable; if a plaintiff is incompetent, the statute of limitations is tolled until their incompetence is removed.

Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll the statue of limitations in Maine. MRSA §2902, sets the time limit in which to file a complaint for an injury at three years ex post the date the injury accrues. For incompetent persons, the statute of limitations is tolled until the disability is removed, see MRSA §853. In Maine, mental illness is defined as “an overall inability to function in society” such that the plaintiff is unable to protect their legal rights, McAfee v. Cole, 637 A.2d 463, 466 (Me. 1994), and as such, is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations, Bowden v. Grindle 675 A.2d 968, 971 (Me. 1996). The ability to function in familiar settings and relationships is not sufficient to assert competence to protect ones legal rights Chasse v. Mazerolle, 580 A.2d 155, 157 (Me. 1990) (marriage and divorce insufficient to prove competence). The statute can be tolled for professional negligence, Chasse, 580 A.2d at 156. Stacy’s injury was due to professional negligence, as it occurred in a hospital as she was recovering from surgery. Though Stacy can still function in familiar environments, because of her injury, she is no longer able to fully care for herself, see Bowden, 675 A.2d at 672 (difficulty cooking, etc.). Therefore, her injury is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations.
A court will likely find the statute of limitations for Sean to bring a claim has not yet accrued. MRSA §2902 now sets the statute of limitations at six years for all persons, Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972; McAfee, 637 A.2d at 465. MRSA §853 asserts that the statute of limitations for those with a mental illness shall be tolled until the disability is removed. Maine’s Supreme Court affirms, McAfee, 637 A.2d at 466. The injury in question occurred in April 2007, but Stacy’s incompetence has yet to be removed, therefore the statute of limitations has not yet accrued.
Sean should be able to file the claim as Stacy’s guardian. Though neither Maine’s statute nor their courts address this issue, there are sources we can draw from. In North Carolina, the rule is that an “insane” person who has a guardian when they sustain an injury has the statute of limitations accrue on that date, or otherwise on the date in which they acquire a guardian, First Citizens Bank & Trust Co. v. Wllis,125 S.E.2d 359, 361 (N.C. 1962). Accordingly, the statute of limitations for Stacy to file a claim accrued on the day when Sean became her guardian. The ruling in First Citizens Bank fails here for two reasons. First, Sean became Stacy’s guardian in 2007. The present year, 2011, falls well within the six year limit. Secondly, in a 1979 Massachusetts case, the court held that the appointment of a guardian has no affect on the tolling statute because the statute did not address guardians. O'Brien v. Mass. Bay Transp. Auth., 541 N.E.2d 334, 337 (Mass. 1979). The Massachusetts statute is similar to Maine’s. Thus it is conceivable to add as section 2(b) of the rule for Maine: the appointment of a guardian does not affect the tolling of statutes of limitation to those rendered incompetent. By that interpretation, Sean’s status as Stacy’s guardian has no effect on her protection under MRSA §853.
There was no relevant law to determine the standard for injuries which render the victim incompetent. The closest suggestion in the common law is that incompetence brought on by an incident allows for protection under the tolling provision until it is removed, Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972. Stacy’s disability began in April 2007 when her injury occurred and her protection should persist until her injury is removed.
I must note that not all of the present rulings support extending protection under the tolling provision. The rulings in Bowden, 675 A.2d at 972 (incompetence due to mental illness sufficient to toll statute), Chasse, 580 A.2d at 157 (prior competence not indicative of competence to exercise rights; ability to function in familiar settings not sufficient to establish competence), and O’Brien, 541 N.E.2d at 337 (protection under tolling statute not affected by appointment of a guardian) are clearly favorable to Sean’s cause. However, the findings in McAfee, A.2d at 465 (statute accrues when incompetence is removed and reasonably discoverable), and First Citizens Bank, 125 S.E.2d at 361 (Appointment of guardian ends protection under tolling statute) seem to be harmful. Both cases, though, have completely different facts from Sean’s. As I mentioned earlier, First Citizens Bank is outdated by O’Brien, 541 N.E.2d at 337. Moreover, the reasoning, to protect the certainty of real estate titles by strictly enforcing the time limit in which a dissent maybe filed, First Citizens Bank, 125 S.E.2d at 362, has no bearing on the present facts. Our facts concern a person’s health, not their property. Additionally, Sean is bringing his claim within the established limit. In McAfee there were significant time differences, McAfee, 637 A.2d at 466 (12 years after tolling of the limit ended).
In sum, a court will most likely find that Sean has a right to bring a cause of action against Bangor Memorial Hospital on behalf of his sister, Stacy, despite having passed the statute of limitations. A court should find that: 1) Stacy’s injury is sufficient to toll the statute of limitations in Maine; 2) the statute of limitations for Stacy’s right to file a claim has not accrued; 3) having a guardian has no effect on Stacy’s protection under the statute; and possibly find 4) the fact that Stacy’s injury caused her disability is inconsequential.


they changed the definition, bitches....

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

mcnasty filth

you ever see something that just made your face scrunch up as you say, "now that... that's just mean"? check out this mark (*shrugs* iunno why it's called that either) from an Australian rules football game:


doesn't that just make you wanna do this?



that's from Australian rules football, which, like rugby, is played without pads in countries where millionaires and billionaires don't piss and moan about who gets what percentage of the billions of dollars they make playing a game! and also that was an epic run on sentence! well lets hope this season in the NFL produces an epic moment or two like that. I'll let CM Punk tell you how i feel about the lockout:

when will we get...

i've gone back to black today. as i can not allow myself to only say goodbye with words, i dedicate this post to the memory of ms. Amy Winehouse: one of my personal favorite ladies.






Monday, July 25, 2011

kame.. .ha... mE... HADOUKEN!!!!!!!!


So yesterday I got blown up. Not in that slang, "they keep blowing me up", kinda way. I mean going up in flames, towering inferno blown up. I mean goodness gracious great ball of fire. I mean intense heat and concussive pressure blown up. I'm saying it was literal.

Now I don't wanna put to much on it -- this isn't one of those post near-death experience posts -- but it does make me think. It didn't scare me. You know, beyond the initial 'hadouken! Duck!!' reaction.

it's quite a reaction.

But there was no lingering sense that I had been in real danger. There wasn't a Richard Pryor, "when that fire hit yo' ass" moment of clarity. I laughed it off picked up my phone (I'd dropped it on account of the yoga flame in my face) and went on to cook a meal and a quite good one @ that. A day later you'd never know anything went down. But I have had time to reflect, and this is what I've come to: that cold have been a lot worse. I could have been burned, the grill could have literally exploded instead of just producing a fireball (the red one. That Ken threw in Turbo by pressing HP. It set the other guy on fire.), this post could be from a hospital bed instead of my bathroom, or worse I could be gone. So what do I do oh this pseudo second chance? Iunno, y'all. I don't know. Stay posted, drewninites...

also, mario fireballs


Monday, June 20, 2011

no ugly people allowed!


it is no secret that i wear a mask. it isn't that i am ashamed by my looks, nor am i embarrassed at my own beauty. it is because i , your DARK warrior, must protect my identity, lest i risk loved ones becoming targets of some evildoers twisted vengeance. but let the people (and i use that in the loosest sense) of beautifulpeople.com have their way and the entirety of the unattractive population would be required to wear masks at all times--you know-- so the "beautiful people" wouldn't have to strain their gorgeous corneas looking at all you ugmos.

don't believe me? think that's just an empty sentiment?

well read this article. yeah, they reportedly kicked off 30,000 "less than aesthetically pleasing" users. still unconvinced? it's corroborated here. and here. oh, and here.

there are two things i find wrong with this picture. first let's look at, well, the picture:

breathtaking -_-

notice anything about the people in it? they're all seemingly tall and thin; they all appear to be 20-somethings: they look like models. is this what a "beautiful people" (see what i did there) is? sure, tyra banks is beautiful, but so is jill scott! natalie portman is beautiful, but so is natalie cole! why is such a narrow spectrum represented on your home screen, beautifulpeople.com?

furthermore, it is a dating site. based solely looks. are. you. kidding. me. this may be slightly tangential, but we at DIUU are not fans of dating sites at all. from the one where the criteria for males is that they be millionaires, to match and eHarmony (i give a damn how many 'marriages' your users have had. tell me, ematcharmony, how many of those 'marriages' ended in divorce?), they all break relationships down to a formula. relationships aren't built on a set of criteria. they're a partnership between two people. and tell me, how many people do you know in successful relationships that have a catalog of prerequisites? you're not gonna find the 6' 3" guy with a love for poetry, jeezy, the opera, the bachelorette, scuba, blue eyed with dreads and a 6 figure gig! you're not finding megan fox's face on vivica fox's body and a love for video games, mma, n.w.a., kid n' play, and michael buble! these sites already try to put a definitive on the abstract concept that is relationships, but beautifulpeople.com has stripped it down to the most base factor in choosing a mate (or a date): looks.

we disapprove. now let TLC tell you how we feel about you shallow muh' fuggas out there in beautiful people land:







DARKdays is upon us, bitches...

Saturday, June 18, 2011

11th hour happenings





strange news, DARKlings. i returned from patrol to find apparently i have been, tentatively at least, accepted to the norman adrian wiggins law school @ campbell university.

this is the one

i feel some kinda way about this. i could, and by all rights should, be honored that they're giving me a fair shot despite my admittedly incomplete application (i'm on the waiting list. i said it was a 'tentative' acceptance). but there is a rather sizable chunk of me that just... feels... maybe... a little... teensy bit... insulted. if you've been following like the faithful darklings, and, yes, drewninites, that i know you are then you know that i've already been UNconditionally accepted into law school..... TWICE!!!! NOT ONE, NOT 3, BUT TWICE! 1, 2, 3, 4, TWICE!!! only for campbell to stick me on the waiting list. the waiting list! as if i were some dipwad who turned in an incompl- and lets just move on. the other reason i may or may not take offense to this 11th hour gesture: they waited until i spent 1,000 smackers reserving my seat in new york!!! i feel slighted! but i'm not upset. life has certainly provided more roses than thorns of late. and with that, i bid you adieu! these mean streets need their guardian

Friday, June 10, 2011

fear no tears

tis i, the one and only tenderizer of the ronies, luscious. sorry i've been away so long. i had an urgent engagement with two fine tahitian ladies on a beach in bora bora (don't ask questions) and completely lost track of myself. anyway, i feel like i owe y'all something. something real nice and retro, you know, as a gift for havin to wait so long for my return. so with no further ado, i give you a little tears for fears! now if you'll excuse me, Nanihi and Miri aren't gonna massage oil onto themselves...

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Hey, June! (RQOD)




take a sad song and make it better...
speaking of sad songs, drewninites, here's my random question of the day:


is it sad that a man falling victim to his man-tosterone, and having sexual experiences, is enough toget him excommunicated from public service? isn't it more sad that, based on the frequency of "man-tosteromegate" scandals, the excommunicators are likely engaging in similar acts?

drop us a comment in the drewniverse...

Saturday, April 30, 2011

DARK's prayer (for those being taunted by the light)





dear lord,
for years i have walked in near constant darkness. the hardships of doubt and despair, rejection and refusal, the trial and error, self denial and indulgence in the uneasy comfort my tribulation brought me. there was a sort of honor in the single man's fight for actualization. Lord, the revelry, the relishing in it -- tempering my resolve to brilliant cut and flame polished, my steadfastness to a singularity's denseness-- i felt pride in my fight. lord, i knew, because you told me that if i walked 1000 miles toward my goal, you's carry 1000000 more. i, even during those sleepless nights where the doubt would gently rock me to wake every second tock, even when the days were wed and afternoons were breakfast fed, never once left your path. you told me to walk, lord, and i did. and i was rewarded! oh, the bounty was poured from on high: love and happiness from the one you smelted for me, and my goal, the one you sent my mother when i was young, was beset in my path. i could taste victories, luscious and wholesome, in the air, and i relaxed.

lord, the pains i went through to do everything the right way. i made the grades, i made the scores, i wandered through my desert for my 40 years. why, lord, must i be forsaken? why must my goal be thrust even further from me? the lusciousness has left the air. there is only the stench of what should have been. but lord, if your will is for me to bear this cross for a while longer, then i will walk these next 1000 miles with my head held high. if it is your will, i will walk until the air becomes luscious again

Amen

Monday, April 11, 2011

not 1, not 3! but 2! a DIUU tale about red tape


*UPDATE: uhhh, yeah, so about 8 hours after i wrote this, the HR department called me to schedule my orientation. so with that said, enjoy this now meaningless rant! also, I GOT A JOB!!!!!*

one of the big reasons a north carolina university will not have it's name emblazoned across the topm of my law school diploma is that i have become fed up with entrusting any part of my success or failure in other peoples hands. each school i applied to in my home state gave me the same answer: impressive application, but LSAC didn't send in letters from recommendors, so thanks for coming, and we'd really really like to admit you but we're gonna call your application incomplete. REALLY!

same thing is going on with this job i'm going for. oh, i applied for, interviewed for, and was ESSENTIALLY HIRED BY the interviewers. well, i figured i had my bases covered. needed to recommendations, got 3. three. but, they needed one from my former boss, so i call her up, and guess what? she says she'll write me a nice one! so i keep checking in, and she informs me that she's done it and everything. only problem is, the hr department, (they requested her recommendation) doesn't have a completed one from her, they say, so guess what? I CAN'T START THE JOB THAT I EARNED THROUGH MY OWN MERITS BECAUSE SOME EFFN RED TAPE BS CAN'T GET SORTED OUT! ain't life grand?

peachy

Friday, April 8, 2011

you gotta have charisma

also known as the best rapper you've never heard of. he had his life cut short at the age of 20. sadly, unlike big L (who thanks to relationships with the likes of jay-z and biggie smalls is widely lauded for his rhyming skills to this day), charizma doesn't have near the following he should. his former running mate peanut butter wolf, through several posthumous releases and collaborations (including this very well done compilation) has done all he can to keep his friend and partner's memory alive. so here is my attempt. behold:



Wednesday, March 30, 2011

sex.com, though?

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2 days in march: the official DIUU tachikoma

dook university prof. miguel nicolelis has been making striking breakthroughs in bio-neurological technologies. with his research, it will soon be possible for humans to conquer physical limitations by linking your mind to mechanical apparati! He's already perfected the "monkey-moving-a-robot-with-only-his-thoughts" conundrum (mankind will be sure to thank you for the robomonkey insurrection that's all but assured now) in fact, there are hopes that this research will allow disabled people who have lost the ability to use their limbs a new lease on life! naturally we here at DIUU, being of both monetary and intellectual means, were well ahead of the curve! therefore we were wondering when tachikomas were going to be available to the public!

 what's a tachikoma? well, i'm glad you asked! a tachikoma is a sentient battle tank, personal assistant and all around bad ass transport device, in other words a literal "think tank". it's the only thing i know of that can help you study for a test, get you there on time, AND kick that kid who steals your lunch money's ass. it's that awesome. here's how one looks:


awesome, right? that's just the basic, or "true blue", model. here's ours terrorizing old guys and kittens on a boardwalk:

 you read the title, right

want one? i know you do. we have three. tres. trois. here's our battle ready edition:


note the camouflage and the sensible muted black lettering, perfect for staying incognito while blowing stuff up! oh yeah, we got a sweet yellow and black sports edition complete with official DIUU barcode decal, because why the hell not?

well, that's it. our tachikoma collection. literally sunk our entire fortune into it, but, F*** YOU! we've got three now! us 1, reasonable spending and wealth management 0. til next time...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The King’s Khrysis

the silvery tongued, gold hearted and chrome polished, Luscious, here with another musical eargasm for your academy award sunday. the following link takes you to a free mixtape by two of NC's finest underground talents, Khrysis of HOJ and King Mez of the freestyle series. it's a cold steely blend from the Justus League's other producer and the Raleigh, NC MC. you go ahead and pour yourself a nice beverage and get your listen on while finish this lotus oil rub down

ps, the download is free, y'all
King Mez x Khrysis - The King’s Khrysis - Listen and Download

Friday, February 25, 2011

failure: a tale of HIM

" ...the pressures gone. now i can go on with the rest of the semester, chill up here for the summer, walk and still be on schedule (the one i made for myself [someones law school by 2010 fall]). mama wont like it, but in the end it may be best. it means i get to see some things through that i may not have bee able to before. it also means that i wont be sitting in Charlotte or Durham with no gig and nothing to do for those summer months. and who knows, maybe penny and busko can work a little magic and make something outta nothing. we'll see. i've got this strange since of optimism that wasn't there a week ago when no one was mad at me..."

on 2/4/09 i wrote that in a blog post about my anxiety and optimism over the changing phases of my life. i was this close to graduation, had a plan of action, and was determined to make them all work for me in the next year. what could go wrong, right?

as it turns out, that adage about best laid plans is even more spot on than you think. allow me to update you on the two years that followed.

despite the minor set back of having to come back for classes over the summer, i was determined to finish strong, which given my track record at the time meant that all i really had to do was stay true to the course I'd been on. 3 straight 4.0 semesters to that point had to mean i was doing something right. well, if you know me then you know i was embroiled in a common relationship conundrum at that point (i like that word 'conundrum'), needless to say, i was distracted. but i could still wing it in my classes. as the semester wore on, the knowledge that graduation was an impossibility set in. certain classes (i.e. the ones that had no effect on my graduation or my interest in law school) became chores to me. my mother can attest to how well i take to chores, but since she's not here let me tell you how i take to chores like a shark takes to the desert. work just didn't get done to my standards in these classes. and for no real appreciable reason. i finished the semester with a 3.0, just enough to knock me from magna cum laude to simply 'with honors'.

lets back track for a sec and talk about something i usually like to keep secret: this was also the time when i had my big STD scare. we all have one scare or another, but this was MY scare. this was the one that was NOT supposed to happen me. so i get tested. negative. few weeks pass and I'm still feeling a little genitally compromised, so i go and get another test, a more comprehensive one. the difference is this time i have to wait two week for the results. so I'm going through these two weeks as if I'm waiting to hear from the governor. an air of "dead man walking" followed me from class to class, studied with me, cooked my meals, and rocked me to sleep each 3 o'clock-in-the-morning. the big day comes and i get the phone call. "you're results are here. come into the office to get them." this was devastating. ME, the guy who always, ALWAYS uses protection. the guy who is so selective with who he cavorts with. how could i possibly have contracted something so terrible that i have to walk all the way to the office to get? what seemed like a year later i was in the office. the doctor walked in with that "mmmm hmmmm" look that black ladies get when they feel superior to you (the doctor was a black lady). "OK, Mr. HIM, we have your results. you tested negative for.." and she proceeded to list all the horrible heebie jeebies you could imagine. i felt the power being sapped from my legs as she said, "you're all clear". supported by the steadfast examiners table i declared, "so i don't have anything?" in what turned out to be more of a question than a declaration. "not that we found" i hate the way doctors answer questions.because that mustard seed of doubt would grow, never allowing me to be satisfied with her "all clear" proclamation. i recomposed myself and walked out of that office, a clean man.

that would be the last time i set foot in a doctors office or hospital.

so i breeze through the summer -- at different institutions-- with what would have been a 3.5 at my school (B+ at UNC, A at UNCC) then get set to take the LSAT. fast forward to September: the date of my exam. i sit at my desk, pencil in hand, back up pencil sharp and ready, back up back up pencil go, emergency back up pencil on standby, then the examiner says go... i freeze up. physically I'm poring over the pages with the same ice cold confident precision of every other test taker. but inside is a civil war. my senses are firing, my emotions are raging, but my mind, my mind just... won't... churn. not a single coherent thought is able to form long enough for me to answer the questions that I'd seen hundreds of times in practice. section 1 becomes section 2 and 3 and i mind won't cooperate with me. after the break however, I'm able to get it together. the questions become familiar again. and forget about the essay portion, because i knocked it out cold! the next part sees me in a similar situation as the waiting period i mentioned before, and after another lifetime i finally receive the email! i open it calmly and read through the brief introduction, your basic professional courtesies. finally, my heart beat becoming more pronounced by the instant, i read the score: "1.." so far so good, "5..." uh-oh... i don't read the rest. it doesn't matter at this point, because it's too low to be the score i wanted. well, i, undeterred by that minor set back, embark on what has turned into a year long saga of applications, essays, trips to lobby for letters of recommendation, cross country flights, open houses, inexplicably email's from top 10 schools, and two count 'em, two acceptance letters (after what felt like 50 "incomplete: missing letter of recommendation" letters, but that's another story).

well, gang, my tale has become quite an epic yarn, so hasta que otra vez adieu and adios.

TO BE CONTINUED...

i cannot remain silent

a bit of an oldie, but good

"...And what country can preserve its liberties, if its rulers are not warned from time to time, that this people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to the facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure."

those words are from our favorite slave-owning, slave-screwing founding father thomas jefferson. they are in reference to the necessity of waging war against the british if the colonies wanted their independence ("colonies" is a minor misnomer, but that's for another blog

"... a lawsuit filed last week in Washington, D.C. seeks to establish a broad Second Amendment right to carry firearms in public -- which, if successful, could mean that William Kostric's exercise in public handgun ownership will become much more commonplace. "

let's dissect mr. mccullagh's statement. for one thousands of lawsuits are filed daily. using a filed lawsuit to expand a law as evidence to support the actions of this man is tantamount to defending charles manson because he never actually committed those murders. legal or not, these actions SHOULD raise red flags in the eyes of any reasonable person. you don't bring a firearm to a political rally, ESPECIALLY if that politician is the first black president, period, notwithstanding if you're holding a sign that calls for blood. given our nations history with race relations, in which the two biggest black civil rights leaders and the president that heard their call to action were assasinated, you gotta wonder how this guy thought his display would be taken.
next, its a little presumptuous to assume that a successful case WILL prompt people to carry firearms to all manner of public forums again (i can't wait to see guns in school and .22 totin' preachers). lets face it: court decisions, even highly publicized ones, take time to catch on. hell, after the Brown v. board of education decision was publicized, 9 of the millions of black students in the country integrated a school. it took years (and the national guard, and a few additional court rulings)for integration to complete itself. and this is one of the biggest court decisions ever. so fie on your logic mccullagh!

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

just for kicks

thanks mediatakeout! lol, respect your women fellas:
I. Thou shalt not put any other partners before me.
Yes, I understand that it’s hypocritical for someone in a relationship to ask their side person to remain faithful, but you knew what you were walking into when you signed up for this. They just need you to stand by them while I “work things out” with their main squeeze. Just a few more years and they’ll be all yours… yeah, right.

II.Thou shalt not keep any images or video footage of us together—ever.
The key to keeping this thing going is no evidence, so there will be no pictures taken or sex tapes recorded. Denying everything only works when there’s no proof. Plus, in the event that things go south your jump-off should not have anything that he or she can black mail you with later.

III. Thou shalt not use the L-word in vain.
This rule is so underrated, but if you follow it things will be less complicated. Do not under any circumstances tell your jump-off you love them unless you really mean it. If said under false pretenses you’re just leaving yourself open for a world of hurt when the truth comes out.

IV. Remember the special days and stay in your place.
When someone’s in a real relationship—you know, one with a real title like BF/GF or husband/wife—there are certain commitments that need to be maintained, like anniversaries, holidays and Valentine’s Day. Listen closely, those days are not for you so don’t call, don’t text, don’t email and definitely don’t start no drama, just stay in your lane and wait until the coast is clear.

V. Thou shalt not meet my father and mother.
Besides, meeting mom and dad is way too personal, especially if they know about your main squeeze. You don’t need your parents asking too many questions or accidentally slipping up and leaking information. When it comes to friends, you’re bestie can be your confidante but as a rule the less people that know about your side chick/dude the better.

VI. Thou shalt not kill.
No, seriously, that’s not cool. Don’t ever go all psycho and try to pull out knives and guns because you can’t have the person all to yourself. Physical violence (against yourself or others) only makes things worse, so control your anger issues and understand that we all can’t have what we want when we want it.

VI. Thou shalt not stalk.
Not only is it annoying, it’s not at all attractive. Nothing turns off someone’s sexiness factor quicker than being desperate or a bug-a-boo. With that said don’t ever pop up unannounced and definitely don’t try to be social media friends or follow each other on Twitter. The only communication side chicks/dudes get is direct contact, everything else leaves a paper trail and/or invades the other person’s personal space.

VIII. Thou shalt not steal.
In the event that someone is sloppy enough to bring their jump-off into their home, it’s with the understanding that he/she will not take any souvenirs with them. The same goes for a hotel/motel excursion also, in that going through someone’s purse/wallet while they’re in the shower is a major violation. This works in the reverse as well in that a jump-off should not leave behind any clues of their presence (i.e. panties/boxers, hair, condoms/pads in trash, etc.).

IX. Thou shalt not lie on me or to me.
Living a double life is hard enough but to have the one person you’ve been real with from the beginning turn their back on you hurts. While the main squeeze was in the dark about the other relationship, the side chick/dude knew what was up from jump. Sure, it’s a difficult situation to be in once emotions get involved (and they always do eventually) but making stuff up is uncalled for, especially if it involves the police or child protective services.

X. Thou shalt not covet the main squeeze or what he/she has.
Don’t worry about what the main squeeze is doing or getting, because that has nothing to do with you. Just enjoy what little time you can get with your boo while he/she isn’t with the person they’re actually committed to. Of course their gift was bigger and better and they get all the holidays, because they the priority while you’re just a side chick/dude—deal with it.

An MTOer Sent In The 10 SIDE CHICK COMMANDMENTS . . .. If You're A SIDE CHICK . . . Are You ABIDING BY THE RULES???? - MediaTakeOut.com™ 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

a DARKdays message for Egypt

(for news coverage check out the gatekeepers page here)

when the people rise up, no one man can stand against them. the people of egypt proved that over the last few weeks as they pushed the long standing "president" Hosni Mubarak out of office. viva la revolucion, yes? well, we here at DIUU have a saying: it ain't always wise to trade yhe devil you know for the devil you don't.i know what you're thinking, "oh DARK avenger, do not tell us that you are against the new found freedom of the egyptian people. how can that be?" now before you snap the mask of my head, i'm only acting as the word of warning for my egyptian brethren. i only act to remind them of the potential pitfalls of this new dawn. as many examples as there are of uprisings leading to representative government (the czech republic, france, south africa, and the USA to name a few) there are more examples of the overthrow of a despot leading to the control of the government by yet another despot. when the tsars were overthrown during russia's revolution they were replaced by the bolsheviks and eventually lenin, two autocrats. the national socialsts (nazis) rose to power in germany promising the greatest freedom and power... to a segment of society with a very particular recessive trait, bringing only repression and death to all who didn't fit they're idea of perfecton. but what should trouble you, my egyptian brothers and sisters, is the history of revolution in the middle east, where you have been such a leveling force historically. when the shah was overthrown in iran, for instance, he was replaced by a committee of clerics who would use figure heads to give the appearance of freedom, while controling the government from the shadow. when iraq revolted in the 60s and 70s, saddam hussein seized power.

i am not the omen of things to come. i am but a messenger, a light in this DARK world. as such, i must now say that i personally commend you, my brothers. i commend you for your decorum and your grace. i commend you for your unity and your singularity of focus. i commend you for refraining from most of the bloodshed that tends to mar so many of these reformative moments in history. your jubilation and drive has touched the world and i wish you the best. i would also like to commend the military for refusing to fire on their own people. here's hoping you keep your word and end emergency rule, giving, finally, the power to the people of the motherland!