After michaelhalvorsen almost died in a car accident I got to thinking. I need to buy a car. Especially now that I finally got my drivers license. I am not going to go into the details about the drivers license - took a while but I got it eventually. I have always pondered why they sold gasoline to random people so that they can drive around when the JUTC provides perfectly good buses. And will they run out of the stuff by the time I get my car - if ever. I might have to pull some projects out of a hat this month in order to amass the money that the insurance people are going to charge me on my new license. Bastards.
Now for the car, I am looking at something used rather than new. Because the whole new car thing seems like eternal personal debt. Maybe a new one for my second car. 6 years old - not a new shape but with power stuff and windows - I'm not picky. Manual is preferred because I have spent all that time getting lessons and it gives me something to think about when I am stuck in traffic. Traffic which is a constant now-a-days in Kingston and Portmore. 6 to 9 am and 4 to 8 pm every week day. Sheep. But I don't expect to go anywhere between those times - ever. It should be a small car with 2 doors. Not because I have no friends but cars with fewer doors are cheaper and lighter. A lighter car should be more fuel efficient. I care about the environment and hurricanes.
It should be somewhat sporty, so that I tell the hoes "bitch get in my car". I got no pickup lines. I should not need to modify it much but some rims are a necessity. 15 inches rims are cheaper with low profile tires. Because obviously the car will be more than just functionality - it a status symbol. The gasoline dealers association of jamaica were to go on strike sometime last week but called it off for some odd reason. One thing I have always hated about jamaica is that we don't have any kind of oil mining resources.
tristan commented: i got my full license the other day, which means i've been driving for five years, and there's another four until the insurance 'bastards' think i'm a decent enough driver to not rob me blind once a year. fair enough though, i probably am a bad driver x).
if you could (if you're like me, you can't) , you should buy one of those new, super-expensive econo-cars, that do 1000 kms per tank of petrol. you'll have made the money back after driving it for ten years. ... read 5 more
I trumped an opportunity to make a speech for a dear friend on friday. Yet Again. I always avoid speeches at going away parties, funerals, weddings etc. Its not that I have nothing to say - I'm just not a "on the spot" / "freestyle rapper" person like The Rock, Half Dollar or Harry Potter. Even though by the time I get home I would have thought up totally cool and funny stuff to say in a speech. A speech filled with euphemisms, white girl jokes, STDs and that time when we all got suspended for a week. Memories. But now its too late. The food is gone and the cake uncut. I could have even dropped in a comparison between You, Madonna and Louise Bennet. Or how I totally liked you more when I didn't have to work with you in the same office. It would have been a great speech, I can almost taste it like cheese on a pizza. Crap.
michael_halvorsen commented: i'm not much of an on-the-spot person either. i too, avoid being put on the spot around my peers. but around people i work with or work for, i do just fine. i can be on-the-spot when its about something i truely feel comfortable with, and thats usually my work, not my friends. ... read 9 more
Sometimes you take somethings for granted. Like a good friend, gravity or little pockets of ketchup. As they say you never miss it until its gone - change is bitch. Playing solo gets more dangerous the further you go. Its no wonder they encourage us to join teams. Teams are easier to keep track of, easier to kill. I have already formulated a solution to this paradox. Everything happens for a reason. It was fun. I am glad I met you. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. I formulate it watch I do.
I thought about the new version of this website (5). Right now I think it will be something more like a newspaper with articles, columns, polls and editorials. I will include much of every bodies content. Since you guys obviously post more than I do. Chances are that if I don't write it down I will change my mind by next week. I am pretty confident though - it will be a newspaper. Always in search of the infamous "truly original idea".
I have gotten more and more calculated as the days pass. Totally thinking about taking a break from the internet for a while, I need to clear my head. Move back to the country and find employment on a peanut farm. I love peanuts. I bought the Jamaica Observer on sunday. Usually I would have bought the gleaner but I am feeling good this week. In the song "Dem Belly Full" by Bob Marley, he talks about cost of living getting high aka expensive. That was in 1976.
Every now and again your might find yourself in a war. You had signed up for the army and they are knocking at your door. Obviously your judgement is impaired because you are hung over from the night before. Its human nature, some people just like to fight more than others and become sad when they have nothing to protect. Wars are not good if there is nothing to fight for. But it doesn't matter much now because somebody already showed the finger. The rabbit hole is very deep.
They know where you live and what you buy for lunch on any given sunday. Hiding is useless, either you go to battle or you give up all the privileges which civilization has given on to you and become a street bum. But even then you can't hide the high sperm count and excess energy that youth has given you for such a short time. They will find you. Torture works and you are not beyond it. Its not that bad really, in a couple years the war will be over and you will be back home with a better understanding of the meaning of life. Get a job and leave me alone.
Access to fire arms always has a plus side (as does everything). You could bring home a tank and park it in your drive way. Fire off a few shells on independence day. You haven't lived until you have been shot at a least twice or have been left tied to rock in the desert with a grenade under your head. Movie:Beast. There is a point where where from which you can't go back - it was too late, I am there already. So glad I met you.
Last week has come and gone by suicide-bomber-less in Jamaica - I haven't checked the murder rate though. My Canon PowerShot SD100 digital camera died, the view finder started flickering and suddenly went black. Now all my pictures come out black as I had attempted to use the same roll twice. I feel as if I lost a my perverted little voyeur son. I plan to get a PowerShot SD450 as soon as I make extra $400 USD. Its always a bad idea to go to work on a Saturday.
I should start bringing around my business cards again but I went to a church on Saturday, was corned cohered into giving up my cellphone number by 5 members of the 25 member congregation. Adding to my list of stalkers and hottie crazy ex-girlfriends. My passive aggressiveness was not working. I think I might have to turn off my phone at key segments of the day to avoid them- not a problem. But I am sure it won't come to that. My infatuation with cheap Polo shirts and khakis with knee pockets should be enough. Take me back to the start.
I added a comment history page to the web site. So now when you post a comment you will see a "Your History" link in the message to a page called "Comment History". The page basically shows you all the comments by you and all the comments that were made after your comment (like on flickr). Sorta like a he said/she said thing. Thats about it. I am also planning on making a slide show page (in flash like flickr) for the photos in the categories. Yes alota flickr theft. I have started using the old design as well - I don't know why. Everything else is pretty must the same. Regular random post next week.