There’s a saying that goes something like ‘good things come in twos.’ Well, bad things do too, as I recently learned. Like Buff, I managed to misplace my cell phone. Notice I didn’t say lose. It just vanished. Foul play, perhaps? Whatever man, stuff always gets lost. Or stolen – whatever. All good. Then, the Lancer needs some maintenance, which is never cheap. As much pleasure as it brings me, it's only right that I spend some money on it. [Wait, that sounds like a hook from some rap song, doesn't it?]
For most of my adult life I’ve endured taunts about my indeliberate tendency to use big words in ordinary sentences. Not that it ever bothered me really, no. It’s just that if I can use 1 good word in the place of 5, why use the 5, nah mean? It’s just that, for me, English is such a wonderfully manipulatable language. In what other language can you so effectively say stuff like:
- Imma smack the black off of you.
- How Stella got her groove back.
- Game recognize game. Hoes do too.
- Keep your pimp hand strong.
- I am the eventuality of an anomaly.
- Me, myself and I[rene].
- For shizzle dizzle.
Next to Keguro, the only other person I know who gives me a run for my money when it comes to grammar is >D. [Not to be confused with >d, coz that’s me.] She sometimes uses words in a sentence that I swear do not exist but which turn out to be perfectly genuine.
I wish I had the same proficiency in Swa as I do in English tho, coz I’m hopelessly entranced by anyone who can speak in Swa like it’s 2nd nature, particularly becoz I never could speak fluently in it. All good.
I’ve been teaching my lil 16-year-old cousin how to drive a stick shift. Believe me, it took serious willpower and mad love to let her drive the Lancer, especially now that it’s got a bad clutch. Since the Lancer has no traction control like Ura’s or V^6’s, she was leaving strips of rubber all over the Metro parking lot while trying to get used to the whole clutch/gas pedal thing. I’ve had to teach quite a number of people how to drive, guys mostly, especially since I started driving at 10. My cuz is only the 3rd girl I’ve taught to drive and is by far the most difficult. She’s got a thing for high revs, hence the burnouts every time she takes off. [In the genes, maybe?] Thing is tho, I’ve had to revise my language when instructing her. I can’t very well tell her to make love to the clutch or go easy on the gas like it’s the first time. I definitely can’t tell her to lean back, take a deep breath and relax. I’m her cousin, damnit, and her adopted big brother to boot, so I had to revise my entire strategy – and language. It went OK tho. Girls are such fun to teach stuff to - and to learn from. Quote me on that.
It’s been raining bullets all weekend long. It actually started raining on Thursday and hasn’t let up since. Not torrential, incessant rain, no. This is more like sporadic and profuse, intense enough to cause flash floods and stuff. Not only that but it’s still hot as hell, rain or not. Weird; interesting but weird. Global warming to blame for this extreme weather, perhaps?
Speaking of which, the flash flooding is also to blame for power lines and broadband being down the past couple of days. It’s amazing how much the internet has become a part of our lives, which makes me think about the future of our internet. Since it’s got so much junk already, is it ever gonna get better? Like, I made a conscious decision to revert back to Windows 2000 Pro from XP Pro. Windows XP seems to have lost control of itself, dragging you down with it. The number of Spam, Adware and viruses that seem to be hopelessly drawn to XP are mind-blowing. With 2000 Pro I’ve only installed Norton Antivirus, Spybot 1.3 and ZoneAlarm as barriers against all that junk and the comps have been stable for a month now without any variation in my surfing habits. Of course I use Opera or Mozilla to surf instead of Internet Explorer. In any case, to find out where we’re headed in this information superhighway check this out.
I owe one to the Boston crew for showing me mad love yet again when I was over there for all of a day and a half. I love y’all. CK, you rule.
Why is virtually every married person I know going through some sort of unbelievable drama? As much as I might want to in future, is it even worth it?
Have a good, stress-free week. Try to, anyway.