Just another reason why I should live in Spain

I told you PODEMOS!

Sometimes I wonder why my father chose to move us to the US of A...

46664

As important as those numbers are, it is a wonder why I still have to explain what they mean to some people. But what sucks more is when I have to tell people who Nelson Mandela is. Now that is a name that shouldn't be forgotten.

466-64

All over town...

The word is that The Kooks are coming stateside again...
Why is this important?
BECAUSE THEY WILL BE IN THE DF-DUB!!!!
Oct. 2nd, 2008!

Save the date people!
So I have one question for you...
"Do you wanna?"

I have perfected the art of celebration!

It looks a little something like this...

...ok that last one had too much hottness to pass up.

In case you live in some kind of bubble and don't already know this...

SPAIN IS IN THE FINALS!!!!

and they did it wearing yellow... I mean, "mustard."

SI PODEMOS BITCHES!!!

oh and photos belong to getty images... in case you missed the nice "getty images" tag on them.

Islam as a disease...

I was born Islam positive. I never realized I was living with a disease until I moved to the US of A. You see, in Kenya it wasn't such a big deal being a Muslim. It was widely accepted and it was not unnatural to encounter many like me. On my first day of school, the American children welcomed me as one of their own, some even reaching out to touch me as if nothing was wrong. They were not afraid of my disease. One Tuesday, a few suffering from a mutant strain of Islam decided to change history and the way many living with the disease were viewed over the world.
The hijab I wore for a year previously no longer veiled my head alone. It covered an entire nation with ignorance and contempt for my people. Some saw it as a challenge. I knew things would be different but it finally sank in when my teacher pulled me aside and handed me a pass.

"Please allow this student to leave class five minutes early."

A few days ago, it would have been something I held with pride, my ticket to freedom. That day, I shoved the bold red pass into my backpack without giving it a second look. I didn't want their charity. An incident would change my mind about it and in the weeks that followed, that pass became my friend. It throbbed in my pocket as the minutes winded down to the end of class. I would give the teacher a quick flash of the red emblem and darted out of the room. That is how I spent seventh grade, afraid.
I was not the only one-- it seems like the country went into mass hysteria because they were afraid of my disease. They merged both mutant strains of Islam and mine together, they saw no difference in our symptoms. So here I was, 11 years old, with a target on my face and a bounty on my head. All because the name of my doctor sounds different from theirs, and despite the fact that He is in the same profession.
The target has faded but the bounty remains.

"I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard"
-Lupe Fiasco (The Emperor's Soundtrack)

...and the argument continues.

Ice-T replies to Soulja Boy's "reply"

Well he pretty much ended that. This has got to be the lamest excuse for a "beef."

Viva España!!!

My boys did it again!
They beat the Italians (effin wankers I swear!)

OLE OLE OLE OLE OLE!!!!!!
Celebrations!!!

Man of the match: Iker Casillas.
SPAIN ARE THROUGH TO THE SEMIS!!! AAAAAH!

AP Photo

"If you think it's dead... SAVE IT! REVIVE IT!"

"I respect you but... you ugly as f***, you old as f***!"
hahaha oh this just keeps getting better. But he does have a point, "all that money you got, you could be doin' alotta shit other than tellin a 17 year old nigga to eat a ****."

My verdict is as long as Lupe Fiasco, Talib Kweli, The Roots, or Mos Def-like sounds are out there, then hip hop is alive and well. Blaming Soulja Boy for "single-handedly killing hip hop?" I can think of 100 other songs pre-2007 that are responsible for not killing but reducing the value of hip hop over the years. You can't blame a 17 year old for taking those influences and applying them to his music. So "if you think it's dead, SAVE IT! REVIVE IT!"

The reason hip hop is dead is...

...according to Ice-T, it's soulja boy.
You better believe I was rolling on the floor when he hit hurricane chris' beads. haha! "Man up!"
oh man.

Let dreams be dreams.

Photo Location: Masai Mara National Reserve

Last night I had the most disturbing dream to date. I usually don't talk about my bad dreams but this one was especially traumatic. If you don't already know, I can recollect almost every one of my dreams with perfect detail. I attribute the lovely fact that my dreams usually flow like some kind of movie...
It seemed like it was going to be the best dream ever. We were in the perfect location, the Masai Mara, and I had just spotted the illusive leopard. I've never seen one in the wild... not that I can remember anyway so this was beyond exciting. For some reason, we were on top of a tree (don't ask) and our van was at the bottom. Our tour guide was no where to be found and we were not phased by this. So my mother, some unidentified person, and I were on top of this gorgeous tree overlooking a breathtaking savannah during sunset. It all seemed perfect until we realized that it was sunset... in the wild... where the same creatures we were admiring minutes before were the ones doing the admiring. Who could blame them, three healthy women all alone in the wild sound very appetizing indeed. Remember that leopard I mentioned earlier? Well if you don't already know, leopards fancy keeping their kill above ground in a tree. And here were three brilliant entrées that have delivered themselves to its dinner table of choice. We decided to stay in the tree instead of running to the van... why? I don't know. Maybe it was the hyenas that convinced us.
You can imagine what happened after that. I lived and so did the unidentified person... the leopard wasn't so lucky (yea boy! I killed that ho!). My mother was in serious condition. My brother came looking for us with our tour guide (bastard!) at dawn which makes me wonder where he was in all this anyway?
Needless to say, it wasn't a very happy ending.

Thank God for Canadians!

So I first heard Justin Nozuka in 2007 and was immediately blown away. Anyway, my trusty iTunes reminded me of his existence today. His voice has a slight R&B soul to it. Very Jason Mraz-like with his acoustic guitar but way more youthful. Which is another reason (I tell you it eats me alive) I should have gone to SXSW.
Where you probably first caught a glimpse: for my Degrassi fans (another reason to love the Canadians), you might have seen him for a split second playing one of Chester's brothers (yes there were three of him running around that set lol).

So for ze Amurricans who haven't heard of him unless you watch mtvU or vh1 that often...or who just generally don't venture outside the realm of Kiss FM (most of mes amis and you know it!), here is le video for his "Mr. Therapy Man."

...and just too keep it in the family, here is his bro George Nozuka's "Last Time".

The K will be jamming out to Justin a little more though.

Why? Why? WHY?!?!

Must you give them another reason?
...and since when is Johnny Cash his "main man?"

"Anything is possibaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

...aaaaaaaaaaaaaale"

"Chai and halwa" all around lol.

The art of douchery

[The following is an example of caffeine induced mindless jabber... read at your peril]

I have been reflecting recently on the difference between being a douche and just being truthful. It is true that many people confuse the two. It is also true that many use both as an excuse to deny reality. For example, a douche might say he is being truthful. On the other hand, one who hears truth will brush it off as an example of douchery.

I'd like to think I tell the truth (big bro might disagree) when I'm engaging in various acts of douchery.
For example, "heckling" the rangers at a home game vs the braves. Some might find that me displaying my lack of affection for the sorry team is an act of douchery... especially since it was a sisterhood event. However, I was only telling the truth. You see, I couldn't give a damn about baseball. I was told that it would be a much better experience watching it at the stadium vs watching it on the telly. First, I don't even watch it on the tube let alone buy a ticket to a game. Secondly, if I did happen to partake in Amurrica's pass-time, I think I would take into consideration my utter disdain for Tom Hicks in choosing a team. But, anything for my sisters right? This being said, we did have good seats and the adorable child in the row infront of us was nothing short of adorable... even though he did drop his pacifier on the ground and we tried to get him not to put it back in his mouth. I guess yelling "NOOOOO!" isn't very effective.

I believe that there is a pretty thick line between being a douche and telling the truth. There is a small population of the world that tells the truth without being a douche... meaning most of the world (including me) either stands on the line or lives on the other side.

[yes this was totally meaningless... shoot me.]

Just for laughs

"Momma I made it!"

Photo: Joe Murphy/ NBAE/ Getty Images

I have refrained from sports rants for quite a while but this one is just too good to pass up.
First I would like to pass my condolences to some crazy Laker fans in my family. I know this meant a lot to you but those punks deserve to loose. I would also like to congratulate myself for making brilliant picks--I had predicted it was going to be a Laker-Celtics final and I was criticized for that... and lookey here I was right! I also predicted Celtics in game 6...and once again I was right! So big ups to all my haters!

Anyway... I made a few comments during half time saying that Boston will lead by 50 points. I knew it was a long shot but not so far from the 39 they lead by. Now I thought this was the NBA Finals... I would think the Lakers would play like it was the NBA finals, like it was a must win game. That was just appaling... OH THE HORROR!!! Where was the defense? You should know by now NEVER LEAVE RAY ALLEN ALONE BY THE 3-POINT LINE! Have you no idea how potent he is from that range? Sasha, Sasha, Sasha. WTF SASHA! I get it the first two times you do that... but he did it like what times in a row? And you just let him go?
I must say, deciding not to guard Rondo worked out tremendously for you. So did underestimating his quickness. I mean it was steal, after steal, after steal. Not to mention the number of offensive rebounds the dude got.

In short, they deserved it. I rarely feel anything when I watch games of teams I don't support but when Michelle Tafoya (I'll get into her in another post) attempted to get something out of Kevin and all he could muster was "Momma I made it! I made it Ma!" my heart melted. Once more, when he embraced Bill Russell and said "I got my own," nothing but respect came from me.

So congratulations to all the Boston fans...
Which brings me to my next point. Where have all these fans popped up from? I mean I'm not even gonna pretend like I care about the Celtics because I don't. The truth is there are fans... and there are "fans." So I'm talking about "fans." I know that many of my friends have become "fans" over the course of this season... mostly toward the end when they realized that Boston actually have something. Die hard Mavericks fans disbanded as soon as the disastrous trade that basically ended their season unfolded. Many of them are now die hard Celtics "fans." Again, I won't pretend like I give a rat's behind about the NBA... because really I only start watching during the playoffs. Even then I couldn't care less. Back to the "fans" who hoot and holler like they have been a part of the team's history since they were in diapers. The same people that bet against said team, poked fun at said team, and probably can't name last season's starting lineup. I guess when you see a good thing, go for it. Let's just see how long those "fans" will stick around.

So all Boston fans (permanent and temporary): Eat, be merry, bask in the glory of the luck o' the Irish... yes I went there.

On a side note: I (as well as the entire Somali community in the US of A) truly believe that KG descended from our people... or the Sudanese... but I don't want to give him away to them just yet.
I will pay for any therapy needed for A-rod and Uncle Sam (by I will pay, I mean my mother will pay). Judging from the madness spewing out of his mouth, Samatar is clearly meshugga and will need personal sessions.

Something to think about

Some only dream of a love like this.

وَقَضَىٰ رَبُّكَ أَلَّا تَعْبُدُوا إِلَّا إِيَّاهُ وَبِالْوَالِدَيْنِ إِحْسَانًا ۚ إِمَّا يَبْلُغَنَّ عِنْدَكَ الْكِبَرَ أَحَدُهُمَا أَوْ كِلَاهُمَا فَلَا تَقُلْ لَهُمَا أُفٍّ وَلَا تَنْهَرْهُمَا وَقُلْ لَهُمَا قَوْلًا

كَرِيمًا (٢٣) وَاخْفِضْ لَهُمَا جَنَاحَ الذُّلِّ مِنَ الرَّحْمَةِ وَقُلْ رَبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا (٢٤

23) Thy Lord hath decreed that ye worship none but Him, and that ye be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in thy life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honour. (24) And, out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility, and say: "My Lord! bestow on them thy Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood."
(سورة الإسراء: ٢٢ - ٢٤)



Soundtrack of the Day:
1. "Father and Daughter"- Paul Simon
2. "Circle of Life"- Carmen Twillie
3. "Love for a Child"- Jason Mraz
4. "All I Want is You"- Barry Louis Polisar
5. "Never Went to Church"- The Streets
6. "Papa Loves Mambo"- Perry Como
7. "Superman"- Robin Thicke
8. "Die Alone"- Ingrid Michaelson
9. "Gone Til November"- Wyclef Jean
10. "Better Together"- Jack Johnson

Father and Daughter

Meet the dad

WARNING: If you are not used to me being mushy, I suggest you stop reading now.

I'm not so sure where to start with this.
I am truly blessed to have this man as my father. All my life, he has always been there for me, caring for me, supporting me, teaching me, and just plain loving me. I have nothing but love and respect for this man.

I was born to a rare gem. My father has always told me he loved me. I have known many people who have gone through life always wondering whether their father loved them. It is rare for a Somali man to outwardly profess his love for something, even his children. My father has no problem where other Somali men find embarassment. He even hugs me or holds my hand in public, very rare in our culture. He has never held a hand to me and I can remember only twice when he was truly disappointed with me.

One thing about him is that he doesn't get angry, he gets disappointed. I, personally, would have him yell at me a thousand times a day instead of an hour of his disappointment. Very recently, I felt what it would be like if my father cut me out of his life, and I can honestly say it was probably the worst day of my life. For that short period of time, I was numb. Instead of not feeling any pain, I was numb to everything else- I only felt pain. To have him there in body but not spirit was one of the worst things that could happen to me. In short, I took his love for granted, and paid for it dearly.

I remember sitting down on the floor with a colouring book I got of marine creatures at the museum. The sophisticated, colour coordinating number kind colouring books, not the big blob, one inch thick border so you don't get out of the lines type coloring books. Anyway, as I was colouring, he decided to come and sit down next to me and watch me colour. I handed him my red colour pencil and he began colouring the other page. I stopped doing what I was doing and watched him finish the page. I remember thinking "wow! That is the best colouring I have ever seen!"
My father has always been a big kid. His favourite cartoons are Tom and Jerry and the Looney Toons (old school versions). Even now, we can sit for hours watching Boomerang (you know, because cartoon network has gone down the drain and because boomerang is the channel for the old school cartoons). Just to see the large grin on his face is priceless.

If you know the colonel, you know he has a knack for storytelling. He seems to have had an adventurous life, what with zebras chasing him, outrunning baboons, herding goats, learning to fly before he can drive, negotiating with kidnappers, and painting lizards for fun etc. He has come from a line of brilliant military men (Royal Army...you know back in WWII and such) and has so far continued the legacy.

So now you know why I get really sad when I don't speak to him for more than two days, or why I have that sheepish grin when I see that it is his name flashing on my phone. Now you know why the song "Father and Daughter" means so much to me- I would start the song he would sing the "there has never been a father who loved his daughter more than I love you" part.

There are sperm donors and there are fathers and I have the best father I could ever dream of.

PS: I will master your signature one day!!!
I don't understand why but I can forge all sorts of signatures but my dad's has always been difficult for me to master.

Men of the Day: Fathers... true fathers.

Why all the hatred?

I have never been a big fan of my brother, Ali- everyone knows this by now. I have "the good brother" and "the brother I am forced to acknowledge."
As I am watching Spain vs Sweden, he says "whatever, you know nothing about soccer anyway."

Now if you know me, you realize that you can call me whatever you want, but I have a problem when my intelligence is insulted. Why is it so important to me? Well it is the one of the only things I can actually call mine. Nothing I have actually belongs to me, I have never paid for anything with money I worked for. My body doesn't belong to me, because in the end, it goes back to God. The only thing I have is my name and my intelligence.

It is very understandable when someone says, "you know nothing about neurosurgery," or something I actually have NO idea about. But don't mess with the shit I know! You can call me out on sports I don't actually care about... like curling, or bobsledding, football, or basketball even. Who gives you the right to question how much I know about soccer huh? What cuz you are a guy, you automatically know more than me when it comes to the sport? What cuz you have been paying attention to it way longer than I have... you realize you are 6 years older than me right? Need i remind you that you were never a Liverpool fan anyway. You spent most of your childhood rooting for Man U. Posters lined your closet of Beckham and Paul Scholes. What you think i forgot that. "They never showed liverpool games." Please! It is cuz Liverpool SUCKED back then and you know it! You went for the team that guaranteed you a win. So don't give me that bullshit. Where is your "loyalty", you closet Man U fan. Oh but don't forget about your man crush on Figo. You LOVED Real Madrid! You only started going for Liverpool when you were about 19 isn't that right? You were in Uni by then and clearly older than I am now.

And how dare you insinuate that I chose Spain because Fernando Torres plays for them. Don't hate cuz your beloved England got kicked out by a bunch of Croatians. Couldn't even get the deed done. "You mad? You hatin nigga? Well it's hard not to nigga!" Yes I just quoted Thugnificent.

So you see why it annoys me when he says "you don't know anything about soccer" or, "you don't even know swahili." I know my swa isn't the best, but dammit don't tell me I don't know it.

Sorry I had to get a little ignorant there with my use of "nigga" but anger brings out the worst in me. I will analyze the word in a later post.

Timmy!!!

R.I.P Tim Russert
Sunday mornings will never be the same.

You Know Who surfaces

...in Kenya!
AAAAAAAH! AVADA KEDAVRA Y'ALL!

So I have been waiting until someone brought this up so it doesn't sound like mindless news. Apparently the world has just caught on to the fact that witch hunts occur in Kenya... much like when Fudge kept denying Voldemort's return and only realized what was going on a little too late. Most recently, 15 people were killed by a mob of over 100 people. Before that, 11 were burned to death as part of this witch hunt hysteria. Witch doctors, witchcraft, and general juju/ voodoo are common in Kenya and many African countries for that matter. For example, in Tanzania, they hunt albinos for their "powers." Basically, they decapitate and mutilate their bodies, take whatever parts they need and use in their mystical practices. However, in Kenya, the people are killed just for the hell of it. There is usually no evidence of actual witchcraft. Many members of the mob are family members, trying to get revenge or a piece of land. So if you don't like someone... say you saw them chanting around a ring of bones and that is all the evidence you need. I find it quite contradictory that they "hunt witches" when witchcraft and such are kind of a big deal in that culture.
I sound pretty casual about that but T.I.A (This is africa). I am no stranger to such events. When you are exposed to people generally walking around with pangas (machetes), killing people aimlessly, you become desensitized to these things. Not saying that people walked around me chopping off heads or anything but T.I.A. There are no rules, only guidelines. Mob mentality overrules reasoning.

The west is playing this out like the people are savages- God forbid! Witch hunts?!? That would never happen here!
...umm almost every modern civilization has been witness to some form of mass hysteria in the form of witch hunts. Europe alone had witch hunts resulting in tens of thousands of deaths. The U.S of A is not a stranger to witch hunts either. So spare me the African native judgment.

I'm sorry if this seems cold, but after more than a 1,500 people have been killed, about 600,000 displaced, and 140,000 homeless after post election violence in Kenya... witch hunts are just another list of the problems the country has to deal with.

"TSIA!!!"
(you Africans know what that sound means lol)

Photo Credit: www.davidwallphoto.com

Holes to Heaven

Photo Location: Masai Mara National Reserve, Kenya. Best vacation I ever had.

"The planet's talking about a revolution/ The natural laws aint got no constitution/ They've got a right to live their life but we keep paving over paradise."-Jason Mraz

No Tomfoolery Today

Soundtrack of the Day:
"Shit Luck"- Modest Mouse
"Wouldn't it be Nice"- The Beach Boys
"Supermassive Black Hole"- Muse
"Helicopter"- Bloc Party
"Idlewild Blue"- Outkast
"Show Me"- John Legend

Today, the world said, "let's make Khadija think she will have a good day and crush her hopes."
Ok so it wasn't that bad, but I had my share of mishaps today. Got up to make tea as usual and as I start pouring the milk, I lose balance and spill some of the milk on the ground. No big deal, I can clean that ho up. The tea was too hot for me to drink so as I go to cool it, I somehow stop paying attention for a second and there goes my tea all over the counter. Meh... no problem, there is more tea.
I go out and buy salmon... only to come home and find that the salmon has an odd odor to it, leading me to believe that the fishmonger wasn't truthful about it being fresh. I cook the fish anyway, and everything seems to be going well. Then another accident, in the form of a burn, occurs. Not the end of the world- my skin will regenerate after all.

Le burn

The fish ends up tasting like shit. Now I'll have you know that my fish is usually on point, perfectly seasoned and cooked. But nooooo because the fish was shitty in the first place, it ends up poisoning the entire dish! No amount of lemon can drown the taste. I try to explain to the family what happened, in an effort to keep them from eating the filthy beast, but they eat it anyway (savages!). I would rather not take the risk...
So in the end, I decide that I'd rather have a subway sandwich...

On a more positive note, Adidas sells Kenya shoes... so to match with my jacket, I will order these beauties. God truly blessed the world with Adolf (Adidas) and Rudy (Puma) Dassler.

Man of the Day: Shia LaBeouf who turned 22 yesterday... so does that make him man of yesterday? Whatever whatever, I do what I want!

Sports Update: I didn't watch much football today... I know GASP. Germany lost to Croatia and Austria and Poland drew.

CELTICS beat LAKERS yet again... boy was I right when I said the magic died in L.A a long time ago.

Blankest Year

Soundtrack of the day:
"Blankest Year"- Nada Surf
"My Stupid Mouth"- John Mayer
"Live High"- Jason Mraz
"Buttons"- Sia
"Atlantic"- Keane
"Glory Days"- Just Jack

Remember when i said i haven't been happier in months...
LIES!
I have definitely been happier. I probably blocked out all the arguments that go on around me (to which I am the constant because naturally... I'm the devil child) and pretty much said "eff it, i'm gonna have a party."
I forget that being unsatisfied with our lives is human nature. We will always want more out of our lives. To prevent realizing that we won't get what we want, we lie to ourselves. I lie to myself on a daily basis- it is how i keep my sanity. Like after being woken up at 8:30 every morning I say "hey don't worry, there will be an awesome breakfast awaiting you, so just do it." I know full well the only breakfast i will be getting is the one i make for everyone... but i lie to myself just to get up. Or when i see a picture of Fernando Torres and his lady love, I say "oh it doesn't matter if he has been with her since he was 8, this is a phase. All phases come to an end... eventually." Or "I don't need math... what's the point of doing it? When am I ever gonna apply calculus to my life?" LIES!!! I know damn well I will need those cal classes. Most recently, I said to myself, "Chelsea will definitely get over her love of the Jonai (thanks to Perez for that). Her love for little boys will go away." I know it will only get worse once those kids are legal.

I was listening to Keane (Nothing in My Way).

"Why do you lie, when I know that you hurt inside."

For amazing writers and artists, they sure ask very simple questions. But then again, the simplest of questions are the ones hardest to answer.
People lie to avoid reality... at least, I lie to avoid reality. Now this is solely when i'm lying to myself. I rarely lie to others, when I do, it is to spare their feelings. I get that Scrubs moment (you know the one where JD imagines shit) and see how shitty their day will be if I tell them the truth. I'd rather not be a part of that equation.
That being said, if you ask me whether that outfit makes you look fat, I will tell you the truth. I never mess with people's outward images. If that combination is hideous and you ask me what i think, then by golly I will let you know. I might hesitate to tell you the truth, but it will come out.

So I look in the mirror and tell myself that I am happy, do a couple of fake smile exercises, and eventually I start feeling a little more cheery. At this point, I really don't care if it's pseudo happiness- I take what i can get.

Man of the Day: Cristiano Ronaldo helped Portugal beat Czech Republic 3-1 with one goal and two assists in brilliant style. You might be thinking, "but K, i thought you hated C. Ronaldo." I never deny credit where it is due. He is the best in the world even though he spent half the game on the ground going "ref! ref!" Besides, I am currently a Portugal fan ergo, I can give props to the man.
Also, credit to Milan Baroš of the Czech Republic.

Man of the Day (Yesterday): David Villa's hat-trick and assist, creating Spain's fourth goal by Fabregas, was nothing short of class. I have said before that Villa is the best match for Torres and if Rafa was pondering whether or not he should make a bid for Villa, i think this pretty much showed how powerful Torres y Villa can be together. But then again, what team in their right mind would let go of that talent?

Photo Credit: from www.typicallyspanish.com

Vamos España!!

Let me be the first to congratulate myself... my predictions are coming true.
1. Spain
2. Portugal
3. Netherlands
4. Germany

Those were my picks this year, and during the world cup in 06. I have been pretty faithful to Spain, even though they usually disappoint in the big stage. Either way i have always had them as my #1... by always, i mean ever since i started caring enough to pick teams.
So far Spain has crushed Russia 4-1, Portugal beat Turkey 2-0, Netherlands upset the Italians 3-0, and Germany delivered another win against Poland 2-0.

My brother made a lovely comment suggesting that I supported Spain only because Fernando Torres played for them... Fernando Torres doesn't play for Portugal and I watch their matches. He doesn't play for Netherlands or Germany either. As far as I'm concerned, it is 11-a-side, not a team of one.

Why do i have 4 teams? Well in the unfortunate chance that one of my teams gets knocked out, i have to have my back ups. I can't be a die hard fan of any one national team... the only team i would ever feel that strongly about is Kenya. Seeing as how they are currently 115th in the world, I won't see my flag flying on any big stage any time soon.

UPDATE: so it wasn't a terrorist fist jab?

This Morning:

HILL: I want to start the show by clarifying something I said on the show last Friday about an upcoming body language segment. Now, I mentioned various ways the Obamas' fist pump in St. Paul had been characterized in the media. I apologize because unfortunately, some thought I personally had characterized it inappropriately. I regret that. It was not my intention. And I certainly didn't mean to associate the word "terrorist" in any way to Senator Obama and his wife.

Basically she is sorry that the viewers didn't analyze her words correctly...
So I am wrong for thinking "terrorist fist jab" was associating Obama with terrorism...
Well that's one way to do it I suppose. Way to go FAUX News, you have managed to avoid actually apologizing for something once again... but why should you? You mean what you say, say what you mean. No room for contradictions in your sliming machine.
Kudos to you.

In other news: Ali G's love for the fist bump has been tied to a terrorist organization "West Staines Massiv" based out of Staines, West London. He usually pairs the dap with phrases such as "respect" or the terrorist code word "Booyakasha." We have yet to understand the meaning of this word but it is certainly dangerous.

Seen here, Ali G demonstrates his terrorist ties by fist bumping Pat Buchanan. It is uncertain as to why Mr. Buchanan complies with his fist bump or why he is even with such people... he must have been very uncomfortable negotiating with terrorists despite his loud laughter.

I must warn you... it is very disturbing.

Choking on an Apple

Apple screws customers yet again!
After introducing the iPhone 2.0, Apple reduced the price from $399 to $199, the same price of an 8G nano and $100 less than an 8G iTouch. Now imagine the people that decided to splurge on the $400 piece of technology a month ago...

Do I even have to help you envision the agony in their faces? Hopefully this helps a bit.

"They iScrewed [you] again!"

A Terrorist Fist Jab?

Since when do people need to analyze the dap? Come on guys, a "terrorist fist jab?" Because it is so often used by members of terrorist organizations right? I see it all the time right before they blow themselves up, they throw in a little fist dap. How about that chest bump Mr. Bush is displaying? Clearly he must have ties to the Taliban. I mean it is SO OBVIOUS.

Hill: Is that sort of a thing that young people get?

SEND THEM ALL TO GUANTANAMO! The whole lot of them! Spreading their terrorist signals all over the country... who do they think they are?

It's not safe anymore for harmless hand gestures such as these. Who knows what is next to go? The high five?

Well if the folks at FAUX News haven't already cemented their position as the most laughable network yet... this should definitely do the trick.

Genesis

I've found that my rants and general thoughts are much more organized when i publish them online so it was only natural for me to start one of these here blogs. A brilliant way to chronicle my adventures (or lack of) and share them with y'all.

I just read a few of my journals and I realized how much I question my decisions. I try to back them up, but there is an inherent sense of doubt in them. I'm not so sure how i feel about that. I always thought I was a pretty humorous and carefree person. I don't bleed rainbows and sunshine or anything like that but I've got my moments. I mean sure, i hate happy people. i mean who do they think they are? But at the same time, i appreciate happiness. My journals make it seem like I yearn for happiness, like I'm full of angst (insert potter puppet pals impression here), like "I'm angry and pubescent and i don't know why."
For example:
April 14th

"I did not listen. I am now in a quicksand of situations and I can't get out. Why did i do that?"

Truth: I usually like to make my own mistakes. I feel like I learn much better that way... or maybe that's just me.
Truth: I complain way to much about things I got myself into, but to my credit, I always acknowledge the fact that I got myself into said mess.
Truth: I should probably end this idea I have of making my own mistakes.

So this summer, even with the craziness at the house, I have been happier than I have been in months. I've refocused my life (Ok i know this doesn't sound like the regular Spear Chucker because of the whole "I'm happy" thing and the "things are looking up" deal but ignore this for a second. My cynicism should be back soon.) and decided to essentially cut the crap and be thankful for what I have instead of dwelling on what went wrong or how much my inheritance has been cut by ( seriously... if my father cuts me out I will truly be a hobo).


Ok...so back to the whole point of this deal.

I watched perhaps the best thrashing I've ever seen in tennis. Rafa (hot damn what a specimen of man) killed, no devoured Federer in the french open 6-1, 6-3, 6-0. I don't even know why people continue to play him on clay. I mean it is just gutting to know you will have to play Nadal (on clay... grass is a totally different thing). Dude didn't even celebrate because it was a pointless match.
Germany vs. Poland... poor Polish loose a war and a football match (11th in a row...they have never beaten Deutchland). Sucks to be them huh? No...actually it sucks to be Austria. When your own fans petition for you (the host country) to take yourself out of the competition... that sucks. Credit to them, they played a brilliant second half...but still lost. Also i would like to point out that collectively, they are a pretty good looking team. Kudos to their hair stylists...clearly they spend more time in the salon than they do on the practice field. 92nd in the world? Shame.
Celtics vs. Lakers: Good games as usual. Lakers couldn't hold on for a game 2 win as I predicted. I wonder who Kobe will cheat on his wife with tonight. dude must be pissed.

I have also decided that surgery is not for me. I like dissecting things, cutting shit up in general...but doing it for 3+ hours straight? My mind wanders... i don't want to be all up in someone's atrium and thinking oh shit...i wonder who won the match or damn I can't believe there is a scuff on my shoes...who the hell scuffed up my pumas. Plus i don't want to have to spend the inheritance on lawyer fees. I need something that embraces my ADD, something that lets me go all over the place without any consequences. For the first time...I have no idea what I want to be.
Suggestions? lol