mr. boombastic

there you go murphy...something you've probably already seen before. my boobs. i'm sure i'll have more new and improved pics after the weeknd. well, glad we got that overwith. now onto more awesome and exciting things.

point of pondering number 2.9833 -3: thugs. for some reason, the lovely albany/schenectady/niskayuna area has a lot of misguided troubled teens. you see, they think that because they listen to hardcore rap turned all the way up in their mommy-and-daddy-got-it-for-me explorer/range rover/ insert name of SUV here...they are down with the brotha's. ummmmm NO! if you live within walking distance of horse stables and farms, there is no way in fucking hell you can be a thug. if you're car is still more expensive than the sound system and rims you put on it (even if you have those disgustingly pointless spinners..and for some reason that just made me think of walter) then, you guessed it, you are still not a thug! if you're white, your parents make more than 800k (combined) a year, you live in a house that has an actual landscaped lawn, and a spatala and some kool-aid mean nothing to you---no matter how loud you play it, no matter how thuddin' your bass is, no matter how much you dew rag it up--you are not a thug. and along those same lines: if you can afford sean-john, phat farm, or whatever the fuck jay-z calls his line---once again, you are no thug. and that one goes out to my newly-graduated-from-highschool neighbor who likes to sit on his front law with his "crew" (cause nothing is more thug than chillin at your parents pad--with the three scenic fountains on the lawn) and blast his thug-love from the x3 his parents got him. WINDSOR HILLS REPRESENT!

point of pondering 5.6443.2.5-278: how fucking awesome is the song "don't fear the reaper" by blue oyster cult? i mean c'mon now!

point of pointless knowledge 1.3956-1: in commemoration and respect for the Dude being willing to try new things and grace the world sans underoo's, i opted to wear underoo's today. it's weird, and i'm really not sure i like it. it could be the point that for the first time in two monthes (aside from sunday-my only day off work), i'm not wearing a business suit/dress pants and a dress shirt (yay casual friday!)--and let me just say there is somethign beyond liberating in wearing jeans and a normal low-collar (heh!) shirt to work--but, i'm not sure i'm feeling this underoo vibe.....i'll give it till i get home today, see if my mood has changed.

point of pondering 9-2.32-9865: are you doing kegels right now?!

point of silence .23: moment of silence for the Dude's twice dead tire......

point of pointless knowldge 13.56-89*71: after the 4 mile walk i take my dog on nightly, we stop at the local park (cleverly called GE's Edison Field...what do you expect from a place where the street names are menlo, alva, edison etc--and if you don't know/recognize those names, smile. and no, i'm not going to explain them, i feel extremely nerdy for knowing their names let alone their acheivements) and i let sofie run around and romp and be her poochie self. well for the past few days there's been another dog--kodiak--who sits at the very edge of the park just watching, and whimpering and crying. so yesterday i went over with sofie, and we said "hi!", and i realized why mr. kodiak has never come over to say "hi!": his owners put him on an electric fence and really heartlessly (i think) had a part of the electric fence extend a foot into the park. so poor kodiak is crying and whimpering and breaking my softy heart because everytime he leans a little to forward his head jerks from the electric shock and he lets out this little whimper (shut up murphy, i'm not that evil!) accordingly, i looked into his yard, saw the garage was empty and no one was home, and took off his electric fence collar and let him romp around with sofie for about 15 minutes. no harm, no foul--and at least he got some play time.

point of pointless pondering 8.524-9: is it amazing to anyone else that it's july already? where the fuck has 2005 gone?!

point of shout out 6.89*78-912: shout out to the guy who unabashedly hit on me from the position of being in front of my car for the entire drive out to clifton park. double shout out to said guy for not realizing i was right next to him and staring at him as he was picking his nose in his car. OPERATION!!

point of shout out 1.4: thanks to blog jesus for answering my question! HOLLA!