Where am I going at with this? Well with summer, the heat, my day job & the menstruation nation taking over my temporary office, Blogababble, the upcoming episodes of ‘Adventures in Pancakes’ and all these other projects in the works may take a while to come out. Not only that, but seems like this coming summer I’ll be learning to drive, which is probably the only thing I’m sorta excited about. Things are looking up & looking down. Believe me, I would love to work at my own pace, but I am still having a hard time looking for a computer. I’m debating a lot, whether I want a laptop or a desktop. Laptops may bring me efficiency & portability, but I feel laptops are suspect to breaking easily, evey piece of tech today has a preset expiration date & I seriously don’t want to deal with Windows 10. I’m hearing nothing but bad things about Windows 10. My older sister’s desktop is running Vista & that hasn’t failed yet. Haven’t been having the update bullshit recently since they stopped supporting it & guess what, I’m still connected to the web & I can still do whatever I want without those bullshit updates. So here comes the other alternative, buying a used desktop hardware. I can save a lot of money buying used, like always. I don’t really need to spend on a screen because believe it or not, Plasma TV’s can work as computer screens. Ah, the wonders of technology, we all have the Commodore 64 & all those 1980’s home computers to thank! Also, the idea of using a TV screen for web browsing (Not from an X-box, mind you) feels very cyberpunk, which I‘m a sucker for. Now we get to the downside, what makes me so sure that used computers will run smoothly? I admit, I’m paranoid, I fear of spending a lot of money on something to find that it doesn’t work afterwards or is full of viruses that even Charlie Sheen will say “I may have aids, but at least I‘m not Jebus’ used computer.”
So I’m still conflicted by my choice &…. oh no! I am not going to stoop low as to go to the place where my older sister went to get her computer fixed. It’s in Wilmington CA & no, I’m not holding back. The place is called ‘Komputers & Networks’ & it‘s near a taco shop (Which I‘m curious about). My older sister brought in her desktop hardware to the place, they say the electric outlet was bust so they fixed it, they add air holes into the drive & they charge her about somewhere around a hundred for the job. We get home & after one time use the computer shuts down immediately again. This time she takes it back to the same place & the folks over at ‘KOMPUTERS & NETWORKS’ put in an external power switch on the thing & that’s more money put into it. Then after using it again we find out that the sound is off. The volume is way up as shown on screen, yet we can’t hear shit from the YouTube videos or the Windows startup music. These fucking asshats at KOMPUTERS & NETWORKS, spelled with a ‘K’, are scheming money grubbers! That’s why I resort to using YouTube on the Xbox. So that’s where that situation is at now. I want the most for the cheapest, just like everyone else & not going to get greeked while doing it!
So until I find a computer that works, please be patient. I will be uploading new ‘Adventure in Pancakes’ & I’m almost finished with a new mini-series featuring Pasquel. So watch out for that & there are plenty of new ideas I’m wanting to exact, especially in comic form & maybe in an, I dunno, audio format! Yup, I’m pondering on doing something with my voice, rather than doing it in text. I got the nickel & dime, I’m just waiting for that opportune product to come my way. So to all my loyal folk, stick around, be patient, don’t loose faith. It’ll come at ya!
Rather that spending this whole entry being serious here, let me get into a rant here.
So earlier this week I was tired & bored. There are days where I just don’t want to read a book or a comic or play a story driven video game (Currently playing through ‘L.A Noir’. Amazing game, still haven’t gotten adjusted to the facial muscle deal). It’s a lethargy that affects the body & mind, sadly. So I spent that day channel surfing the TV while I’m listening to some mellow music (Suzanne Vega), then out of nowhere I come across an episode of that shit ‘Inside Edition’. Now right about now my blood starts to boil because they claim they’re news, whereas in reality they’re just exploitation disguised in that pastel, pants suit normality that the local news brandishes. So here comes this generic looking blandness in the form of a blonde host named ‘Debra Norville’ with her iron on smile & wrinkled texture, teasing their final ‘news’ story about the Mexican sensation ‘Yanet Garcia’. My eyes widen & all of you guys know why. I don’t think it’s a secret or a guilt I must hide, I’m down with the thickness & I’m an assoholic. I’m addicted to the booty & thickness & I have no plans on becoming sober. So I wait after the commercial break to hear what they’re going to say about this new international superstar & why people are crazy about her. I was intrigued how they were going to say it’s all about the booty without saying “DAT ASS IS PHAT!”
Guess what? They didn’t!!!!
Instead the narrator (Reporters?! Hah! Don’t make me laugh!) talks about how this very pretty weather lady in Mexican television is driving men crazy because of the skirt she’s wearing. Now I was thinking “Oh, it’s subtlety! They’re saying it’s the skirt, but it’s that specific type of tight skirt that shows us the shape of the ass that’s making all us men & possibly lesbian women so crazy for Yanet!” Nope! It’s the dress, the dress uses the same type of fabric that is scientifically proven to attract men, as they say.
What the fuck! Now I’m not one who is fully affected by the idea of subliminal messaging, but even then this is bullshit! To drive that point home they even interviewed a fashion expert. Ohh, now there’s a group of people that have a voice in society! Hahahaha! Yup, it’s the dress, not the ass. At that point this shit cured me of my super lethargy & made me angry enough to write this on the blog.
This is 2017, those same unrealistic beauty standards that are plastered around those vapid ‘Maybelene’ adverts in 2006 aren’t selling anymore. We’re a new breed, we like people who look real & not like a marionette made out of popsicle sticks. Then I feel this is some kinda racial repression, white folks are trying to keep other white folks from liking diverse stuff. Yeah. Too all my white brothers & sist…….Oh fuck! I should delete that, use some other inspiring calling besides that one. Making me sound like the leader of the KKK here. OK, I think I got one here.
Hey Honkeys! Quit smoking that crack pipe for a second & listen up! You cannot let the mainstream tell you what to like or dislike. If you aren’t a fan of the thickness or the booty or the chub, it’s alright. Not everyone is into the same stuff as anyone else. But if you’re down with the thickness, don’t be repressed, be proud of it! Chub is love, chub is life. Booty is a religion & be proud of your worship! But also, don’t shove it into people’s face & try to convert them. We’re Bootyists, not Mormons. I believe booty will end the world’s problems.
I’m done, for now. Unless this narrow minded bullshit continues, I will continue defending Chub, Booty & the Thickness! While I was defending mainly thick women, I say this to everyone who likes stuff that not a majority of people are into. Love what you love, don’t let normal society tell you how to think & feel….unless you’re into wearing Rompers, then you pretty much put the crosshairs on yourself. Rompers are those short shorts that weed dealers see & think “I’m going charge his yuppie ass %70 above my usual rate.” I know, it’s hypocritical, but you have to admit Rompers are stupid looking & anyone wearing one is a shallow yuppie who always sics their dad’s lawyers into everything & they need to be taken down a whole peg.
Au revior, Shoshanah!!
PS: This message goes out to all the preschoolers, kindergarteners, grade schoolers, middle schoolers & even the high schoolers who are graduating. Congratulations. You guys ate enough glue & crayons to not kill yourselves. You just made it through the easiest part of your life.