Please, you-all: suffer from No Illusions, hence.

For it means naught, the fact that there haven't been any updates, here, in years.

My eyes still watch over the proceedings..

..and my mind waits for a break in your silence.

At any rate, I'm toying with the idea of changing my web logue's lay•out..

..but, how to do That, without stripping away the three-columns i'd worked so hard on reïmplementing?

in The Night...

...here unfolds, the - - - - - - - - - Story ever told..

..and somewhere far along this road i - - - - my soul: to you mother|fuckers that are so heartless.........

.........and i do have Some Stories.

i just hadn't had The Will to relate them.

for all these months whereïn i'd maintained my Silence, i've been seeking some sort of Interaction with you-all, from my blog; although It is, indeed, but of a mere "penny a pound," i still say, after almost 3,000 Hits, i should have more greeting me, at least once or twice every two weeks, than what i had been netting, up to this point: which, for the exception of one person, is nothing.

bluntly.

but It's cool; i'm not worried about this being Post|Humous Gold: more than anything, i might predict this as being a Body Of Work that some fuck|wit would deign try "using against me" once i finally begin attaining some Notoriety, via some of my other pursuits.

(he might try It — i would fuck his shit up.)

:-).

~||~

i have some stories to tell.

but what motivation had i, to share?

even to this day, my blog generates hits mostly only because of "philip-anthony rodriguez."

(with his probable-Pank Ass.)

such being the mind-set, and attention span, of my "patrons."

but it's cool: for, one way or another, it shall be i who comes out on top.

Indeed.

Chocolate Reign:

Some stay dry and others feel the pain.

Chocolate Reign:

The school books say it can't be here again.

Chocolate Reign:

History quickly crashing through your veins.

~||~

tch.

i really don't know what to say.

i guess i could say that i am merely Checkin' In.

i do have a coupla Developing Stories that i would like to tell you..

..but i don't believe it would be a good idea to divulge, quite just yet.

(there are still three possible ways that one of my stories can go..

but let's save That for later.)

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i really don't see what the big draw is, for mr. terrance dean: he doesn't strike me as being extraördinarily attractive.

he a'ight.

i should be as able to get the guys he had been talking about in His Book, as he.

(maybe The Fellas are just scared to approach me, because it look like i be finna tear some shit if they were to come at me with some Fag Shit, m'self?

{oh.

and we'll see who bends whom over.

for, it would be a bloody fight if he thinks he's gonna run a train in my ass.})

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and i, too, am like some people who read Hiding In Hip Hop: "what's the point?"

the [nigger] didn't name any {relevant} names.

that "oh, you'll know who he's talking about" shit ain't helpin' nothin'.

i ain't for no guessin' games, when it comes to this.

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alexyss k. tylor.

i want to continue to see what she does.

i think she is destined to do something Especial.

if i can't give her anything else, she certainly has my spiritual support.

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i guess i don't really feel like talking about much, at the moment..

..but, as always, there are a great many things that i can share.

maybe i do have my own Profound Mission that i am to carry out.

:-).

who knows?

one thing is for certain: we are going to have to strike some sort of Balance between spirituality and reality.

no one person's prayers are supposed to be anymore important that another's: two people pray for getting a certain job — one woman with a college degree and 3 years of relevant prior experience; one man who has but a mere G.E.D., an 82-point I.Q., and not much else going for him.

who do you think is going to get hired?

and why?

because God felt one person was more deserving than the other?

Barack Says:

Barack Says:

Barack Says:

Barack says: "fuck y'all white niggas! **ah ha ha ha ha!**"

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i mean, the republicans had been fucking up so badly that People of Sense who otherwise normally would have just sat back and watched shit continue to fall apart actually felt compelled to get their asses up and vote, this time around.

it could have been anyone ... i mean i don't believe most of us voted for Barack, for his own merits.. ..it was more of our having gotten profoundly tired of the Republican Bull|Shit.

(it did help his cause, that Mr. Obama seems like a substantially-more intelligent person.

of course.)

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it was unfortunate that his grandmother couldn't hang on long enough to see her baby get The Top Prize..
..but, astrologically, it probably had to happen that way.

(meaning, that's how The Stars had to align themselves, in order ensure Barack's victory.)

it is regrettable that she wasn't able to hold out until at least she'd seen The Victory with her own eyes.. ..but, maybe she let herself pass because she already was assured he'd become our newest president?

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i still say that Barack/Hillary would have been a dream team..
..for, even if someone were to assasinate them both, Nancy Pelosi would become the Prez by default.

instead, it will be a White Man who'd fill in that seat..
..although...

...i'm still convinced that it would be to The Whites advantage not to try anything funny.

because i, too, would look for any reason to stab'n'slice any [flag-waving] Republican: especially one who'd deign gloat over Mr. Obama's murder.

if only we could get the thug niggers to focus their energies on the right people, this time.....

(added 7:28 a.m., 11/8/08)

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i mean, obviously Rock has to watch his fuckin' back for White Terrorists.. ..but he might also want to ensure he stays on his Ps'n'Qs while he's in office, as much as possible: for, i know that there will be several million black people who will be pissed with him if he fucks shit up even worse than Georgie Boy ever had.

blacks don't need their reputation fucked up any worse than it already is.

and i know Whites merely look for even a whisper of a reason to crucify him.

(if an intern even *looks* at ´Rack cross-eyed, it's going to be a Scandal.)

so, keep your Nose clean, kind sir...

(ended 7:35 a.m., 11/8/08)

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this futon is sorta like a God Send for me.

my back hasn't had any real complaints..
..i just need to get An Ultimate Mattress, some time...

...one that is just like me: not too firm..
..not too soft. . . . .

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i don't understand: why is it that the only full-time Stocking Positions that i can be offered, by safe|way, are all ones that aren't muther|fuckin' accessible by Regular Bus?

this is bull|shit.

as if i feel like tiring myself out before i even get there, after walking two or three miles from the closest possible bus|stop.

fuck.

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I have no interest in butchering you, Sir.

i'll tell you what: this new Castlevania game, certainly, has been giving me a run for my money!

and Shanoa, certainly, is not who someone who'd i'd ever expect to be able to play as.

which is just fine by me.

things needed to be shook up.

...

furtherlymore: all that i have been seeing has merely given me more reason to want to see a new 2D Castlevania released on a GD-ROM (preferably for the Playstation 2, since that's the only current-gen console i have — although, certainly, it can be released on others as well).

i would love to see a large-scale version of Order of Ecclesia.

i have so many ideas...

(added 7:35 a.m., 11/8/08)

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one other thing i have a problem with is the guys, (who prefer to primarily act as "the inserting agent," {otherwise known as "The Top"}, between a given set of Sexual Participants), who feel that since no one is going to be messing around with their back|side, they aren't obligated to warsh back there, or only warsh at a bare-fuckin'-minimum.

so when you go to give them oral sex, you smell their funky nuts and their funky arses.

i cannot consider such an individual to be a "man" if he doesn't have the common sense or the common courtesy to clean that shit yet maintains his sense-of-entitlement_based desire to put his cock in everyone's faces.

as if he is all that.

with his dove-scented ass juices burning my god-damn nose.

what audacity!

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ever since i started this blog, i had been compelled to use "↕" to act as separator between Select Words — because the programming of this site apparently prohibited me from using "|" as i had been accustomed to, everywhere else.

when i looked back at the original version of this post, around 7:20 this morning, i saw something interesting: the mid-slash that i accidentally, Out Of Habit, put between "safeway" was left intact, instead of having been deleted entirely.

which compelled me to conduct a little experiment..

..upon its completion, i discovered that i can, apparently, write in my blog much in the way that i am used to, now.

i don't know when Blogger fixed that problem but, i am glad it's fixed.

(ended 7:54 a.m., 11/8/08)

the Imperfections of Rex. (1)

something Big is about to go down.

i don't know what.

but it's coming.

i can feel it.


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so, wednesday, i overcame one of my fears, and hang-ups.

my hang-up of Asking Others For Help.

my fear of not knowing how i will be expected to show gratitude for the charity i were to receive.

i got my other father (yeah — my mom had children with another guy ── ´deal with it) to help me in my quest of acquiring: A Futon.

(he readily agreed to it: he's the one who's been around in [our] life way more than my own father has, anyway.)

(the futon seems to fit my current personality {and Needs} well; and the one i saw at Value City seemed pretty nice, indeed.)

i wasn't able to get it on that day ... hopefully we can take care of that in a few short hours: he has a heavy-duty pick-up truck, after all — this to be the second time i needed to utilize it, in as many years.

fortunately, there is a couch in the living room upon which i had been able to get my rest, the past couple of days; fortunately, i had gumption enough to think of Snoozing there: very easily, i could have found myself, once again, futilely sleeping on several sheets on the floor of my room.

(that would be a prime example of what i'd deem meaningless sacrifice, by the way — that for which no one would remark, "wow, look at that poor guy: he's trying not to [impose upon his mother] by doing this; how admirable!".)

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at any rate, i will be calling him up in an hour and some change, so that i might arrange to take a look at his computer: he told me, on our way back to my house, wednesday afternoon, about the struggles he has with it.

i am almost certain he was hinting at something by doing so..
..and i did something uncharacteristic by taking the bait, telling him i would try what i can.

he wanted me to come that night..
..stating that he'd take me to work afterwards, as a trade.

:-).

but he was not able to execute that plan before i needed to head out.

(i will, perhaps, find out why that happened, soon.

{i conjecture he fell asleep, or some↕such.})

it might be better this way, though: i do the triage on his computer, then we pick-up the futon.

(i like the rain, but i hope it won't get my shit all wet, and shit.

apparently it's stopped — at least for now.)


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after .. all these years, Clay finally.. ..´fesses up, huh?

even The Deaf & Blind were like this talkin' about "well, jeez: for how much longer was that mother↕fucker gonna go on pretendin' he was a carpet↕muncher?".


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maybe you've noticed it; maybe not.

but, lately, i have taken to another format for communicating some of my many thoughts to you-all.

this, because i haven't had the [????] to tell Stories.

when might the next time be, that i just Wyl` Out?

that is a good question.

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as has been said before: good things, sometimes, come in Little Packages.


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i think that the main problem with my last two attempts of Chicken Soup was, i had used too many carrots — thereby imparting a very-much-so undesired sweetness to them.

i will make sure to tone that shit down, next time.


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i think i had a premonition about It, even all those months ago, when the captain of us night-time grocery stockers first asked me, jokingly, if i would ever want to take on her job (since i was—rightfully so—complaining about the travails of my own position).

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i have to fill in for the guy who normally stocks Frozen Food (a different department) while he's on vacation (for 8 days); i don't have to do everything he does..
..but i certainly am required to write orders for all food↕stuffs i {feel i} need; try to keep The Frozen Box orderly; perform a BRI-Solo; put up Price Tags.


more or less, i'm on my own, over there.


more or less, i'm being charged with executing a few of the key responsibilities that the captain of us grocery stockers has.

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our grocery manager has been admonishing me quite a bit, over the past few weeks!

i had never went through anything like it before.

(as a consequence: over the past two {soon to be three} weeks, The Vein in my left-eye↕lid had been convulsing, as in a sort of Nervous Tic: it's been kinda a worrisome time for me.)

as soon as i see her approach me with another Member of the Management Team, i already know i'm going to hear something fucked-up, regarding some inconsequential infraction of mine.

what's galling is, everytime that happens, it feels like all the things i've been through, in trying to help get my store looking good, is just thrown from out of the window.

i haven't talked about that, Here, either..
..but i get the feeling i've done things that not many other regular food clerks with less than two years on the job have (and it started way before i had even reached the twelve-month mark, there).

on top of the fact that, ever since Gas Prices Started Jumping: on average of 3 out of 4 weeks in a month, i was given only 2 or 3 days to work.

(i be coming back to all sorts of changes, after i return from my many extended absences — stuff i'm apparently supposed to just magically know had been integrated, too.

{only, due to my decent Technical Ability, it really doesn't take me that long to acclimate m'self to all the newness, anyway.})

.....

but the X-Factor continues being Albertas.

bluntly, he is a Pestilence amongst us.

(this is one thing about The Union i don't like: there is a rule that "people with seniority" get preferential treatment — i.e., more days-per-week.

no matter their actual deservingness for it.)


he is too slow.

he stocks sloppily.

he is not willing to step up and help.

he doesn't want to use his brain to figure shit out.

he is a drama queen: in that, when he does put away the pallets of Perishable Order (dairy department; meat department; produce department) that arrive in the early morning into their respective coolers, he has to go put on his sweat↕shirt, or even a full-fledged [coat] first..

..even during the summer!!

(even though, ideally, one is not supposed to spend more than 2-minutes at a time in a cooler...
...with the actual average being no more than 15-40 seconds: to drive the pallet of items into the room; position it neatly then set it down; come back out to do the next one.)

(moreover: on those rare occasions where he is tasked to put up stock for the dairy department {"rare" because, putting it lightly, Management already knows that he is not the best candidate for acting as a Substitute anyplace else}, he has to don either of those same threads i just mentioned — but i guess because he moves so slowly, Albertas might very well just catch a chill from being in that area of the store, huh?)


it truly is beyond me how he continues to stay on our team.


a store is supposed to worry about maximizing Profits — not entertaining Pity Cases.
Albertas has long ago borne himself useless..
..almost no one i talk with at the job has good things to say about him.

(much more so than what might ever be said about me behind my own back, anyway.

☺.)

i hear he's been a stocker for 8 years now.

even as a part-timer (and we did have a long stretch where no regular stocker had fewer than 4 days to work, too), he should have learned his trade adequately, by now.


he is my fucking senior.


but i bet he hasn't been entrusted with even a quarter of the tasks i have, during my own relatively-short tenure with Safeway.


i bet he hasn't been threatened nearly as often as i, either: it appears, the more i give, the more they want to take.

(a lot seems to be expected from out of me!)

they still don't seem to realize that I am the remaining person, behind the Captain, who actually knows what he's doing, and have a capability of learning even more.

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when Adrian, finally, had his transfer from out of this store granted, guess what happened?

yep.

we were given what, basically, is the black-equivalent of albertas.

only, this fella (for now) has some excuse for his own short-comings, in that—i believe—he started Stocking only at the beginning of this year, and probably never had more than 3 days, per week, to get used to this occupation's rigours — both physical and psychological.


the real point i'm making is, we needed to acquire someone with skill.


no matter if my store is currently amongst the worst-performers, in terms of profit..
..we still sell enough product where it'd be to our advantage to have a dude or a chick who can put up between 130 - 170 cases-per-shift, even if the person still isn't fully acclimated with our layout.


(yes.

of course i know that High-Level Management From Safeway Might Read This, if no one else would.

but what are you going to do?

fire me for exposing your faults?

i know i'm not paying all this money-a-week, to this Union i spoke of earlier, just to be terminated for something punk-assèd like that.

{and don't think i wouldn't be able to recognize when you'd try wreaking your vengeance on me with some indirect Nit↕Pick Shit, either.

i'm hip to that little tactic.})


=-=<interrupt>=-=


it's always amusing, to me, to hear about Mass Food Poisonings stemming from church functions.

not what happened to the people but, rather, the fact that it happened, to whom it happened.

i honestly do not believe this would be a sanctioned-method of God's to express [his] happiness with [his] loyal subjects.


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there is a pattern to my writing style.

i'd just prefer it if you'd try figuring it our for yourselves, before laying your criticism on my abilities..


(there's nothing wrong with not knowing, immediately, what you have in front of you..
..i have to back-track with my own shit, sometimes.

:-D.

it's just a matter of me expressing my respect for the intellectual capabilities of my audience.

my audience of, currently, no one besides the few chuckle↕heads who spend less than 20-seconds looking at Gaki no Tsukai and Philip Anthony-Rodriguez.)


..on the other hand, sometimes it is my intent to Create Dialogue with you..
..i want you to ask me Questions.....
.....as long as you won't try using your newly-acquired knowledge against me, later.


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i like Barenaked Ladies®.

so, when i heard that the dude with the glasses (steven page) was, earlier this summer, busted with cocaine..

..i was kinda disheartened.


i never would have imagined it.


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speaking of: something about Earth, Wind & Fire's can't hide love..
..you have no idea what that song does to me.

especially when i play it at a slowed tempo.


and then i have Baby Boy: Da Prince's monday, tuesday, wednesday (a proposal song).

i'm not the dude who feels a need to have [shit] playing in the background when i'm having sex.

period.

but if i were to..
..this would be one of the rare few songs to receive such an honour.


(as a matter of fact, i'm finna make that into a Ring↕Tone.)


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safeway's.. ..got a lot of fucking nerve.
to tell [me] that [i] should stop shopping at competitor's stores.

´da fuck out of here.

for starters, i'm one of the many part-time employees who's been getting screwed the fuck out of, these past several months; secondly, do you know what this trumpeted Employees' Discount of ours entails?


yes.


we get a 10% discount.
on their generic, off-brand, Store Shit that almost no one wants.

(on top of that: out of the many Private Label-items distributed by safeway, only a few qualify for the price reduction.

???)


y'all.. ..believe you're doing us a favour with that crap?


you in Corporate Head↕Quarters have a lot of fuckin' nerve: i bet y'all [crackiz] don't shop at your own fuckin' stores yourselves!

to tell people who are ... getting fucked-over by your very own policies what they need to do with the limited amount of money they manage to get from out of you-all.

´cock-suckin' bastards.