El Mago de Oz y Telecomicas

Todavia me acuerdo cuando me levantaba temprano en la mañana a ver a Sandra, Dagmarita, a la loca de Loubrielito y al Pollito Yito solo para ver este anime. Ay Dios mio recuerdos... no me perdi ni uno hasta q lo quitaron ya que duro dos seasons. Ahhh y nunca presentaron el final q era de dos horas. Bad trip. "Dorita es nuestro lider Toto es nuestra guia Tia Emma no espera en su casa a donde volveremos algun dia Espantapajaros quiere un cerebro Leon valiente y mas Hombre de hojalata quiere un corazon y sigamos en el camino de las lozas amarillas Vamos a la ciudad esmeralda En busca del mago de oz Tenemos necesidad de ver, encontrar Confiamos en que puede ayudarnos"

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Macy's Day Parade

7 AM: The alarm rings in Room 621 of a Broadway Hostel. I think: damn I have a headache. I check: none of my friends are awake. I look: it's raining. I go to bed again.

9 AM: I woke up. My friends are asleep. I think in going by myself. I have a huge, huge headache. It's called hangover. Damn La Escuelita, damn Dragas, and damn 10 dollar long islands. I think I'm already late for the parade. It starts at 9 but people get there early. I am a traditional Puerto Rican: always get there late.

10 AM: One of my friends wakes up, me too. We're determined to get there... even if all we see is Garfield's balloon on the streets. We know we're late.

11 AM: We leave our room. It's raining like crazy. The four of us take the Metro. We get to the parade. Oh the parade. We decided to get to 34th street and watch. The people were crazy. The streets were closed. There was no way we might reach the other side. What are we going to do?

We walked street after street, in the pouring rain, only to find them closed. Those cops aren't letting anyone in. One was nice enough to tell us that we might be able to watch it in 39th street.

Oh 39th street. It's about 12, and on our way we see lots of elves, drummers, singers, percussionists, trumpeters. They're cheering, smiling and seriously show some relief. We were watching them finish their performance and go home (to their families, where is warm and there's turkey).

I was so wet. I am one of those that wet socks sets me in a moody mood. But this time I wasn't. I wanted to watch Pikachu.

12:20pm: 39th street! We made it! Look there's Garfield!!! woo! But...... wait, what's going on? Suddenly a group of people surround the poor cat and hit him. They open his insides and he slowly dies away... in front of all the people. We had reached the parade's graveyard. They didn't warned us.

But it was fun for the first 3 balloons we saw being deflated. After that we decided to go out. Get something to eat, sleep some more and get ready for some hanging out at night.

Yes, we failed to reach the parade like the rest of the people. But it was raining! We were hungover and tired! But at least we saw some balloons. Better than nothing...

Thursday 23, 2006

Next.... "Of Splash, Go Go Dancers and Uruguayans!"

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Funny

La Escuelita vs Pateria boricua

Se rompió el silencio, un post en español.

"Ella!!!!!!" Gritan en la calle, en las tiendas, o donde se vean. "Maricón","Loca","Pata" siguen otras en unísono. Es la disco, el pelo, los outfits, el attitude. Es la epítome de la Pateria Puertorriqueña.

Probablemente se preguntan cuan distinta es la "pateria" fuera de Puerto Rico, de la cafreria, de las locas con los pantalones puty, de las que van con la "gillette" a la disco. Listas para tajear a la problematica que le vele el macho.

La que mas pata se vea gana. La que mas pata baile gana. Se siente realizada; opacó a las demas. Si vemos a una draga corremos, la seguimos, la idolizamos. Les damos nombres, titulos, las hacemos familia. Una familia variada donde nadie se lleva y somos tan distintos. Cada cual por su lado.

XXX

Fuimos a La Escuelita. Fuimos bajo la impresión de que habían Long Islands a 3 dolares. Iriamos a partycear en Manhattan, en la ciudad que nunca duerme. Pagamos 15 dolares y descubrimos que habiamos entrado a Eros. Puertorros y dominicanos predominaban. El hip hop era rampante, hasta la salsa y el merengue.

Mientras bebiamos Long Islands de 10$, jangueabamos y tripeabamos nos dimos cuenta de cosas. No es la actitud, el pelo, la ropa, el show, la pateria, es la raza. No habia diferencia entre Puertoricans y Newyoricans. La que mas baila, la que persigue a las dragas, las proteges, las bochincheras... no hay diferencia: puertorros, gringos, lo q sea, pero los puertorros se esmandan.

Seguimos bebiendo cervezas a 6, oyendo hip hop, reguetón, dance y una cancion de Calle 13 en merengue (que es mas espantosa que la original).

Llego la Diva, como en Puerto Rico, la Draga q sale a las 2 de la mañana. Aca se preparan, no improvisan y se saben la pista. Darn Puerto Rico. Comienza a hablar a los Puertorros y sutilmente le dice al publico: "To those of you who don't know Spanish.... LEARNNNNNNN".

Se pasa bien, tienes el sabor latino, lo que te tripeas y lo q no soportas. Tienes los gringuitos, los negritos, las buchitas, las loquitas y los tragos overpriced. Tienes un show bueno con una que se llama Noxema cantando "It's Ovahhhh". Y de seguro nos tienes a nosotros: 3 panas que se tiran un road trip desde Maryland y yo que bajo de Boston para janguear con ellos, pasandola chevere en una ciudad que a pesar de estar sobrellena, fria y sucia, nos soporta a nosotros con las borracheras, algareteras y nuestra puertorriqueñidad: ignorando la pateria boricua.

Miercoles 22 Noviembre, 2006

Y mañana iremos al Macy's Day Parade. Si nos despertamos.

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Objective and Subjective

Objectivity is one of the keys to life... but it's so hard to achieve. Some might say that is almost impossible.

I'm remembering when I was about 18. I was a newcomer.
I was so stuck on my beliefs that I could barely look to other sides. I dissed people because of the way they expressed, thoughts and beliefs.

By 19 I got stuck with reality. I was a Nobody.

By 24, on a November morning, I realized that sometimes we judge people at first instances. Why this person doesn't like me or why does this person thinks that way? I feel better than them... I was stuck on thoughts that were ridiculous and terribly subjective.

We grow up, we change and (especially) we mature... in some cases. We change our views and we adapt. We grow based on experiences and lean towards more realistic and centered thoughts, ways of life or attitudes.

We learn to say to ourselves that sometimes things that look black far away might be navy blue if you take time and check closer. Sometimes we give for granted when we're not supposed to. If we were objective and more ground based things would be different (better).

We judge people based on our experiences, reactions and the way we were raised. Why not judge people based on their hearts or their motives? ... because we don't want to. We're lazy. We don't want to leave that comfort zone. That's why the world is like it is.

These ramblings might be a little random but they might hold meaning to some (if not all) of you. We who tend to judge and stand on our views don't let other thoughts to invade or space to understand them.

This weekend I had one of the greatest weekends in my life. Not because I did amazing things (which I did), but because I got slapped in my own face when I though about things that turned out to be the other way (for good).

If you stay true to whom you are and let your perishing objective nature to prosper a little... just a little. How different we might be? We will be a better we.

Closed for repairs

Not really.

This guy is going away for a few days, if not for a week. Thanksgiving break is on and this time I'll be heading to the Macy's Day Parade.

With love and not gone
Me

K-Fed Fed-Ex

In March 21, 1978 an unknown lady was pushing out of her ripping vagina what she had considered would be a ray of hope. Little did she know that when she called her newborn baby Kevin Earl Federline, she had conceived the epitome of failure and disaster.

Kevin likes to call himself multi talented. He says he can act, sing, rap, dance and model. In his peanut sized brain he believes he's the shit. His two most successful jobs to date has been doing a sloppy, lazy and disastrous car wash work in a local car wash, the other one is of course being the poster boy for media backslash and humiliations.

Always behind someone else, K-Fed began working in the show biz as backup dancer. You know those people that moves and dance but people DON'T notice since they're busy watching the real star.

He grew up to become a solid piece of leech. In sexism a woman who sells herself and her body for money is called a whore. Conservatives always point them out as the worst; opening your 'gigis for a couple bucks is the most disgusting thing and god doesn't forgive... In sexism a man who sells himself for money is called K-Fed.

His unfortunate rise of fame was when, no longer innocent yet subtly (at the moment) entertaining Britney Jean Spears, a top star whose multi platinum albums have landed her a top spot in music entertainment for the last 10 years. She fell in love, with her backup dancer. When she announced she was dating this unknown backup dancer by the name of Kevin.... the world uttered WHO?!

He hid some stuff. He was dating a lesser actress Sharisse Shar Jackson, best known as Niecy from Moesha. She was pregnant when the monster dumped her, left her all by herself to leech some more money from a bigger star.

And we all know how this all turns out to be. He destroyed Spear's career, causing her to sink that low to go half nuts to a prime time interview where she ridiculed herself in front of the entire world. His record label: from Spears money. The child support pension he gives to his 2 child: from Spears money. His ad's, promotions to his disastrous and terribly reviewed, flatly executed and insulting to hear CD Playing with Fire: from Spears money. Every single week the media loves to play comedians by mocking this fake-lebrity. A dude with no talent, makes it big by banging a former Pop Star.

However things don't always go as planned. His stunt against John Cena has cost him multiple public humiliations, massive backslash and a total lack of support from the top, middle and bottom hip hop community, more backslash from the press, public boo's everywhere he goes (the latest incident was in a basketball game he attended) and last but not least being witnessed as a determined to win the public back (and reconstruct her life) Spears told him that she was divorcing him...via TEXT MESSAGE. Yes it was recorded by cameras. With a kicker pre-nup K-Fed would be basically left with little.

There is a saying that states that leeches always come back. It's so hard to take them out and once you do marks will always be present. Kevin is a total failure as an entertainer and as a human being. A wannabe go terribly wrong. His latest counterattack against his ex-wife Spears: threatening to release a 4 hour sex tape of him and Spears if she doesn't give him 30 million dollars and the custody of his two kids. Has the man reached the bottom? What kind of demon would threaten with something as delicate as babies? Somewhere in Fresno California a woman that 28 years ago in a typical March day gave birth to a leech instead of a human, might regret her choice of bringing Chaos personified to life.

This is the video of his awful "Lose Control" song. This is the offspring of a really bad performer and a fairly decent video editor

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Fighting for power: On how I actually quit my job

This is how I deal with power:

Management of Store ----:

By the time I finished my three month probation period at store ----, my store manager and one of the assistant managers of the store were talking about promoting me to full time status. In October 2004 I was officially promoted and begun concentrating my work in different tasks but primarily in merchandising the Kids section of this Extra-Large store.

I learned a lot and quickly became an expert in both departments. From mapping, visuals, windows, service and closing or opening drawers, managers and staff were pleasantly satisfied with the work I was executing. It was hard work, but nothing was more effective than a focused team and the will to achieve a goal: success.

A year passed and by the first week of May 2005, I made my choice of trying to achieve a Master of Science in the College of Communications in Boston University. It was a very tough decision. I was abandoning my family, friends, the commodity of a job, and the benefits of a place I already knew and was safe. By September 2005, I traded all that comfort to a tougher and riskier stage in my life. A new place came by followed by new experiences and eventually new job.

The first time I saw what would become my new store all I could think was: disorganized. A few months later, the store had changed dramatically and for good. Visuals were stunning; the merchandise was well placed, full of brand standards and great customer service. Customers were satisfied by the new look and approach. So were we. With a team of three great and enthusiastic people, nothing could have gone wrong.

xxx

One of the (if the only) reason I worked and studied full time was to cover expenses and lay safe with medical and other benefits the company had supported me for over a year. But times have changed, situations change and people change.

Today, Friday November 17, 2006 I was being told, without any previous announcement or warning whatsoever, to step down of the position I’ve held for two years. There was no consultation, no arrangements or anything, just a plain “let’s go to my office and by the way you’re going down” kind of way. An action I believe was unfairly done. The pretense that other people might deserve the benefits I was having, made me realize what was going on. In life there is no such thing as “someone really deserves something” or “hard working”, it’s all a matter of how deeply committed to another person one is. If the reason that I was leaving for a while for family reasons wasn’t decent enough, I don’t understand which one might. However, we are indeed in Christmas season and protégés deserve more attention and more dedication. There are millions of things my mind wants to say but only one I will mention:
Since there’s no other reason for me to work at store 2242 anymore I will stop bringing my services to the company at all, effective the day I receive the paycheck with all the remaining benefit money the store needs to give.
I apologize for the harshness of my actions, but then again, I don’t. There is a traditional hierarchy that works on the best interests of “friends’ and “partners” but not in the ones that work hard every single time they’re appointed and are really in need of the rewards of their hard work.

I know I will be missed, not for my quiet and silent character, but for all the things I’ve done for success. There is no other way to get around this but thanks for the opportunity and good luck trying to fill my shoes. And I meant good luck. A great team has been broken by time and will be broken by choices.

With drive and passion
Miguel Marrero

Several things I would like to have mentioned: racist, fuck you, suck my you know what. All of this happened because one of the manager's protégé was going to get promoted but only 3 full time employees were allowed at the time. It is his loss and he knows it, now he'll have to deal with an insane store only I could deal with and no one there knows how to deal with. I got what I wanted, I got away my way and in the end screwed his domain of power (he took mine I took his, there's no way I'll be working full time without my benefits). He can suck my dick, asshole.

I'm bringing sexy back

After a few days of blog inactivity I'm back with a new layout, pictures and attitude. I hope you like the new change. That freakin' blue standard layout was driving me nuts (and some of you that already pointed it out). 2o% of the credit goes to Pink Monday who helped me out due to my inability to deal with html codes. Now that I think about it, Pink deserves more... how about a 40? LOL kidding she deserves 90%.

Another thing: I've been busy playing Final Fantasy 12 and Guitar Hero 2 which is absolutely addicting and entertaining. Right now I'm trying to master (5 star master) Beast and the Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Video of the song:

Someone playing it in hard mode:

PS. Classes and responsibilities have finally caught with me. I have 3 big projects and as usual I haven't begun any of them.

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Ms Dewey

She smiles, she sings, she gets bored, she flirts.... she's a search engine!

But wait... aren't search engines meant to be boring? With the exception of Google's holiday logo change... YES!

I met Ms Dewey and I fell in love. This new revolutionary (in an unconventional and you won't be bored kind of way) search engine from Microsoft features Ms Dewey a hot sexy lady (Janina Gavankar) from the future that will host and interact with your search engines.

From random comments regarding TV shows, sex, gambling... I tried different searches and she seems to interact with a lot of them! If you let the door open for too long and ignore her, she'll get mad, bored, or even knock on the screen to remind you that she's still there.

How well it searches through the net is still in the shadows but, for the unconventional and captivating concept Ms Dewey deserves all my attention now. I think I'll stop and visit her more often. You should too and head to her site:

Ms Dewey's page

Here's a video of what she can do, but why don't you give it a try?

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Amo a Laura

I don't.

Yesterday a friend sends me a video over myspace regarding four Spanish kids who refused to have sex until marriage. This video is absurd and ridiculously funny. With lyrics like "Amo a Laura pero espero hasta el matrimonio" and "Yo no arrancare esa flor", this message for abstinence is a castration to morality (morality itself is a castration though).

Check the video and get ready for the analysis.

Here's the juicy stuff. How in the universe two flamboyant homosexuals (trying to dissimulate on camera) can actually sing a song like this. We know why you won't take her flower... you're taking the other guy's stem! And those two ho's they look so bellacas! The darker one looks like a penisholic, if she's a virgin I'm a saint. I bet they clitted each other's.

On a lighter note: those flowers with their heads, what were they thinking? What was the composer thinking? And how in earth would the Asociacion Nuevo Renacer think people would pay any attention to this thing? The sole purpose for that video is to serve youtubers a minute of entertainment.

Meanwhile I sing Amo a Laura and I know I won't wait for marriage. I guess nobody else will either.

Spiderman 3

I was a little skeptic with Spiderman's direction. Rumors of a new love interest and 3 villains in a 2 hour movies kept me wondering if the movie would reach out to the same level of the previous two.

Last night CBS aired the newest trailer of the movie and everything changed my mind. The trailer is amazing. I don't think I can't wait to watch the movie.

However, I don't understand the reason to bring Gwen Stacy to the show right now. As we all know she was killed in the comics by the Green Goblin, causing Spidey to kill him. I don't know how that is going to work. At least we got some more of James Franco and Topher Grace's part looks promising.

Below is the trailer!

This one is so important that no screen reduction will be done!

PS. The Sandman thing... will it work?

The best day for universe

I am incredibly ecstatic, surprised and all emotional! Someone is leaving home finally!

All the details here!

Bye monster

And also happy again for this:

Elections

and

this

The one with the House

I woke up skeptical today. Not because I overslept, but because it was elections day. The last US elections ended up in humiliation and shame. But something was wrong. I was the wronged.

I went to Chilli's and all I could see was the TV airing results. In Massachusetts, as usual, all the democrat senators and representatives won, but the governor shifted towards Democrat. A nice being called Deval Patrick won.

At 11:40 pm the democrats had already won the House. They kicked the 15 republican seats they needed. Everybody cheered in my living room. That meant something; people weren't content with Bush's crap. Tomorrow, a new House Speaker will be announced and for the first time ever it will be a woman: Nancy Pelosi.


It is unclear yet if the Senate will be shifted towards Democrat's control. But even if they don't win it, the damage to the president is already done. The Senate race is so tight that even if Republicans wins there's going to be a lot of Democrat opposition.

As I watched the results go slowly, I was amazed that people actually put a thought on this. Bush's regime is beginning to end.

This Weekend Drama!

Another weekend goes by and at 40something degrees there's no much left for me to do. Laziness has taken over me, but damn it was an important weekend for media and politics.

Friday: Closing shifts are the worst. Spend my night watching Netflix movies and catching up with Tivo. Drawn to my interest was this week's episode of South Park, a show I believe keeps outdoing itself and getting better and better. And yes it's way better than poorly written Family Guy

Saturday: I had the unpleasant tragedy of watching Are you scared? Possibly the most horrendous movie ever made. It's so fucking bad and the acting is so amateurish that there's absolutely no fun to it: more of a Saw rip-off.

I'm still enjoying playing Final Fantasy XII which is visually amazing. The story it's getting a little slow to develop but I've been told once I finish the dungeon I'm it will blow me away. I can't wait. Also I like the whole fighting system.

Sunday: Another 1-10 at work, like Friday and Saturday. This time my mind was completely desperate to watch the highly anticipated Bang episode of Desperate Housewives. Let me tell you, if you're not a fan of the show watch this episode anyways. I think it's one of the best hours I've ever seen on TV. If you're a fan you will completely agree with me.

A huge hostage situation arises in a supermarket with several key characters involved. There are a couple of people injured and some deaths. Nerve breaking, tear jerker! I have to admit it, I cried. Below is the kick ass trailer:

On other news, Saddam Hussein has been found guilty and has Irak in an all divided posture of whether to celebrate or to cry. But wait, aren't tomorrow elections all over the United States? Isn't the GOP losing acceptance? Don't the majority of polls assure a Democrat overturn of the House and many state's governors?

Gay marriage issue is to be debated AGAIN in Massachusetts since conservatives and idiotic religious people don't seem to let it go! Expect it to be overruled and lot's of crazy ridiculous religious people celebrating. Hope I'm wrong.

This week's netflix

Hard Candy: Do you really wanna see a superb thriller with excellent acting? Go watch this movie, it's amazing (from dialogue to plot execution, flawless). I shall post something concentrating on this movie.

High School: The Musical- Disney's TV movie is fun to watch, great if high and amazing if under 12. Catchy music, good choreography and if you're willing to let go of the budget and some clumsy direction, it's entertaining.

Below is the coolest song of the movie:

Isn't the nerd girl the coolest thing? Well along to the skater cello performer

Sideways: Still haven't watched, remotely interested. Guess I'll return it.

Upcoming Netflix

Are you Scared? Just saw it minutes before posting. It's the worst movie I've seen in a while. Low budget crappy horror movie that tries to mimic Saw. Worst make up ever.

Simpathy for Mr. Vengeance- First part of director Chan-Wood Park's revenge trilogy. I'm excited.

Oldboy-Second Part of the trilogy. This one tells the tale of a convicted man.

PS. Stick to the status quo!

The tale of two dads

It's very common that baby clothing are printed with silly messages. From "Sassy Girl", to "Laziest baby alive", sometimes these messages mean nothing to the person who's wearing it (especially when you're 8 months).

This fifty something couple stops to buy some clothes. The lady wanted to pay for the clothes but the guy refused. They were very funny and nice. Suddenly she spotted some PJ's and starting to search for the printed messages on them.

She wanted to buy one that said "I love dad" but wondered that it might be too girly. I suggested her to check the "I love mom" ones but nicely she replied:

It can't be those, the baby has two dads

She said it with this incredible normalcy. I'm living in Massachusetts, one of (if not) the most liberal states in the States but even here I don't think I've ever did customer service for same sex couple's kids. Times are changing and society must change. I live in a state where the government doesn't meddle with people's personal choices: abortion is legal, so does same sex marriage.

Yet, like always there are detractors. Usually comes from prudes religious conservative people. The people that kind of likes to yell, to shout and to criticize. Yesterday I saw an horrific commercial exploiting kids going against gay marriage.

They might oppose as much as they want and stay in their 2000 old passe beliefs, I'm staying with a firm solid true believe of human independence, choice and love.

After that moment with the customer, I believed that small 8 months baby don't care about their clothes or what they say, but for those that are watching, those letters hold a meaning to them.

Disgrace falls on Flav

There are some leftovers of Halloween indeed. Someone announced yesterday to the media that the grotesque and repulsive William Jonathan Drayton Jr, best known as Flavor Flav has a nobody woman (bet she's ghetto) pregnant.

Yes, he can't settle with 6 kids to the world, now a seven is coming and he has stated that wants 10. But here's the odd thing: who's the mother? what happened to but cracked Deelishis?

According to the media:

"Flav has confirmed this and Deelishis is aware that after things did not work with the season-one winner, Flav conceived a child with a woman he had been dating on and off," says the rapper's manager."

OK, here's a problem with that statement. Flavor of Love's first season was recorded last year and about two to three months after was broadcasted. After things didn't worked out with fake and attention whore Hoops, he started dating this unknown ho' from Las Vegas. The statement of hoeness comes from the fact that no sane human being will actually have intimacy with that lab rat, unless they're checking big wallet, attention or TV shows.

What's happening now? Let's face it, In the highly over hyped yet totally disappointing Reunion Special of Flavor of Love's second season was recorded four months after Flav made his decision. Do we know how to count? Assuming The first season filmed from month 1 through month 3, then 4 months later the reunion. He meets the ho then starts filming during month 9 (giving him a 2 month break) finishes the second season on month 12 but meets again with Deelishis on month 16 and now about 4 months after that the pregnancy is announced.... wait, is she an elephant? That is impossible! Come clean Flav, Deelishis was gross and your straw couldn't wait four months.

Now I feel pity for Deelish ho'. New York got the show, you got the man and now has to deal with infidelities and a baby. This relationship will surely last.... thank god it's only another reality show relationship (2 months anyone?) Now I wonder what kind of baby could that creep have?

Creepy indeed.