Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, Folks.

The Dog Problem

This by far not a great movie, but it's really not that bad either. It was one of those movies I saw ans grabbed because I have seen just about every movie at the theater. I picked it because i love indie and low budget movies. I like the fact that things are kept simple.

The movie is a ..."quirky, thoroughly lightweight film that's generally elevated by several engaging performances and Scott Caan's confident, almost cocky directorial choices. Giovanni Ribisi stars as Solo, a struggling writer who - on the advice of his shrink (played by Don Cheadle) - buys a scrappy little dog in an effort to bring some meaning into his life. Caan - who also wrote the film's screenplay and has a small role as Solo's skirt-chasing friend - does a nice job of mirroring The Dog Problem's initially (and inherently) superficial vibe with exceedingly glossy visuals, and it's consequently difficult not to be drawn into this poppy and fast-paced story. Ribisi delivers an engaging, likeable performance, while co-stars Mena Suvari, Kevin Corrigan, and particularly Caan (who seems to be channeling Vince Vaughn's Swingers character) provide solid support. And though there are a few lulls in the film's narrative, The Dog Problem is - by and large - a fun and breezy piece of work (and a welcome respite from the slow-paced, heavy-handed films that generally populate a festival such as this).."

The key to the whole movie was the message behind it. The message of the movie seemed to be...find things that make you happy and work for you and go from their.
As crazy as this sounds I felt connected.

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My Drink and My "2 Step"

Setting: Halloween Party
Environment: Full of alcohol and laughter.
Reasoning: Celebrating the Devil's Holiday.
The night started off fine. I wasn't going to leave the house because I was on call for work. The plans that I had earlier had been canceled, which left my evening open and room for a couple of beers. All of a sudden my phone rings and it's one of the guys from my last ship calling toinvite me to a Halloween party. I knew it was the right thing to do because I had been blowing him off for months and months. I figured it couldn't hurt.

I showed up to lots of fanfare. For a minute I actually felt like a celebrity. "Eat your heart out Brad Pitt!" I guess that's what happens when you don't get to see everyone on a regular basis.
Costumes filled the the room. There was an Olympic swimmer, soccer player, a Clockwork Orange guy, Marilyn Monroe, Venom(You couldn't pay me to wear that costume.) and the list goes on. Some costumes were good and some should have just not even tried at all.

As the night progressed and the alcohol circulated through my blood stream, the only logical thing to do was to hit the dance floor.

Some chic at the party plugged in her IPod and the dancing was underway. I guess she had her party mix on. I guess it really bother me that her party mix was so lackluster. I made a mad dash to my car to grab my IPod, because I don't leave home without it. Obviously I had to unplug hers to get my going. I felt like Micheal Vick at a animal shelter. ******Gulp! And within seconds I was bringing Sexyback! My Ipod was a success and the floor stayed jam packed and we dance the night away for what seemed like eternity. It was actually only two hours.

I danced the night away With Vodka and Sprite, Marilyn Monroe by my side, and a mean "2 Step".

After realizing it was almost 3 AM, I decided to leave. I said my goodbyes and hit the road.
Before everyone starts barking at me. I swear I was fine when I left. I didn't feel anything. It almost seemed like I hadn't drank anything. I guess with all the dancing and moving my alcohol consumption hadn't hit me yet until I was behind the wheel. After being to the road for about 5 minutes I realized I had to get off the road. I called everyone I could, but to no one's surprise no one answer. Luckily I had a place in mind and it was the correct one.

It took a bunch of thuds on the door, a cat call and two blankets later I was sleeping like a baby.

To myself...Stupid!
To everyone who didn't answer the phone that night...Eff U!
To everyone who didn't return my call the next day to see why I called at 3Am...Double Eff U!To the person who actually answer the door thanks.
And last but not least to the person who got cat on and left me on the couch by myself...Triple Eff U! Damn cat!
Below is a picture of me in the passenger seat of me car the morning after. Thanks for drving Duck!

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Dancing with Wolves and Drunk Bitches Continued!

So its about time I finished the story, but before I do let me add a couple more things to set the mood to the story. I like to call the things that I'm about to describe as, "Symptoms of Wrong".

-We had to find a place where there wasn't going to be a cover or it
couldn't be more than $5 to get in. This doesn't seem like a big deal, but when
you are only working with $10 it is.

- We had to go the gas station so that they could get money. Not
because there was an ATM there, but so that they could get cash back. Everyone
knows that gas stations don't give cash back. No one wanted to pay the $2.50 in
fees from the ATM. Red flag, Red flag! Who in the hell doesn't have enough money
in there account to cover $2.50 in fees. This is not high school and we all
don't work at the local Deli or McDonald's.

-We had to find an ATM that gave
out $5s and $10s. As everyone knows this is a little hard to do. Most ATMs give
$20S, finding one that does is like looking for ice water in hell. I never
thought that I would say this, but I can't wait to get to hell and get me a tall
glass of ice water. Believe it or not they knew just where to go to get the
money. I should have gotten my ass out of the car at that point and walked, but
I didn't. Again I say, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want
to cause any waves just yet.

-I would like for everyone to note that there were several more signs,
but I would like to finish this post sometime before the New

After we finally get everyone the money that they need to get into the club, we head in the direction of the club with the music still blaring and causing future hearing loss.

As we pull up to the club I notice one thing. Everyone in the club is black. I know you are thinking, "Ace, You're Black!". And I am saying to you, "I know, but I'm not Boyz-N-Da-Hood black. I am more like Wayne Brady slash Will Smith black!". I feel out of my element and uncomfortable. I'm wearing GAP and everyone is in Sean Jean, RocaWear and the list goes on. I am sticking out like a whore in church. But, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

We proceed to stand in line with the rest of the people. The line doesn't seem to be moving at all. No one is coming out, which means no one is getting in. 10 minutes go by. 20 minutes go by. 30 minutes go by. 40 minutes go by and I still can't even see the entrance. About this time another one of their friends is on the way to meet us there. 45 minutes go by and the friend arrives, but stands at the end of the line. I am not sure if all of you are familiar with black people but you don't cut in line. I don't care if your sick grandmother was at the front and you needed to get up to here. You just don't do it. Nothing needs to be said you just know. Well they began talking and ask her to come to where we are standing in line and I can feel that all hell is about to break lose. Luckily she says a few words and decides to go back, but before she does she says, "I better get back to my place in line before I have to cut a bitch..."

Sorry to leave you hanging again, but it's work out time and I really gotta run.

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Dog In Heat

I am having a really average, uneventful day and the only thing that is on my mind is sex. Not sure why, but I am at work and it's not very congenial. That's all i need in my life. I can see the sexual harassment charges lining up as I remove myself from desk and start walking around the office. I do work with a bevy of middle age women. Maybe I can make someones day. Probably not but it's worth mentioning. I think it might have something to do with kimmyk's post, There Were Vagina's Everywhere, about her new job. I think learning what a speculum was aroused me and has me feeling like a "Dog In Heat".

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Dancing With Wolves and Drunk Bitches!

Let me first start off by apologizing to anyone that might be offended by the post title and I would also like to say and the same breathe "move on" if you are offended.

My Saturday was very chaotic, if I can use those words to describe it. I went on a blind date and for the first time, I actually wish that I was blind after the meet and greet. I mean come on. Before this sounds shallow I better try to reword my words right. I am in no shape or form a "Perfect Ten", but I am a "Slim Eight", a "Nine" if i am lying down...if you know what I mean.

Description of me:

-Marooned Brown Henley shirt(Monica, it's the one I wore over last weekend.)
-Beige destroyed zip-up jacket
-White K-Swiss

I am dress pretty causal because I thought it was going to be a movie night...WRONG! It's a club night and I am by no means dress to attend any club, but I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

For those of you who actually know me, you know that I drive a sports car. Two seats is all I need. Room for me and room for the dog. So there are four of us and unless someone wants to ride in the trunk, we have to take someone else's car. They decided to take the friends car.

Insert really old Ford Taurus. White, dirty, messy interior that is filled with everything from chicken boxes to fluffy sandals. Again, I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet. We can't be driving that far....WRONG!

We take the back roads to get from Spananway to Tacoma because the Ford Taurus doesn't go over forty-five. Ironic, huh? With the music blaring the whole way to the next destination, my head is beginning to ache because the music is so loud and unclear. It sounds like someone has punched a whole in the speakers. I am not sure if anyone else is aware of this because they are bobbing there heads and signing at the top of there lungs. Somebody stop the madness please! I go along with the flow of things. I really don't want to cause any waves just yet.

I need to run back to work....

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Friday/Saturday Flag Football

I just thought I would give you guys a run down of how I spent my Friday Saturday and almost Sunday (Thank God for upsets!) day. I spent most of it playing flag football. For those of you who don't have a clue what it is let me give you a quick rundown.

Flag football is a version of football (duh!). The basic rules of the game are similar to those of the professional game, but instead of tackling players to the ground, the defensive team must remove a flag or flag belt from the ball carrier ("deflagging") to end a down. Players wear a belt with flags around the waist. Like touch football, flag football was designed in an effort to minimize injuries that playing tackle football could bring.

With that said can someone please tell me why the hell I am in so much pain. In the last two days I have almost had a concussion (i.e. picture of the week photo), pulled a hamstring and been "cleated" in the shin. The first two injuries were brutal on me. I thought that I was going to cry for a minute, but I'm a man and we hold it together dammit. The later injury got me a sincere apology. Not sure if that really made it any better but it did make me feel all tingly inside. Hey sitting on the sideline in the rain is what every guy driven by testosterone looks forward to. Thank God there wasn't any attractive women around. I would have had to tuck my head in between my legs in shame.
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I Got my Grill Did!

The title says it all. I just got my teeth cleaned and my braces updated with a new color. I thought that I would add some excitement to my teeth.

So I thought I would hip you guys to this headline that caught my eye.

English 'pull own teeth' as dental service decays!
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Barack Obama

I recently watched the Tyra Banks show. Her guest for the day was Barack Obama. People are calling him, "The Great Black Hope." Really? I am not sure if I agree with that quote. What I will say is that even with all his charismatic charm, his abundant personality and well spoken English, I am still not convinced yet.

The Associated Press has a legion of things to say about Obama. They say...

"The son of a black father from Kenya and a white mother from Kansas, Obama has blended political savvy and personal charm to take him from the streets of Harlem and Chicago to the floor of the U.S. Senate. Previously he spent seven years in the Illinois legislature."

"The junior senator from Illinois might take the country to a place it’s never been, past the baby boom, beyond race."

“Someone who could unite his party, unite black and white, who’d have the unwavering support of his own state. Do you know anyone like that?”

As an individual I am not torn. He's a black person. I am a black peron( I know that's hard to believe.), but I'll be damned if that's the only reason I give him my vote.I know where my vote will go and why, but as a black person, who is a part of a black society I am split between Clinton and Obama. I don't think that I am alone in this. Many blacks seem torn between the two. Obama would be the first black president, while the New York senator and former first lady, along with her husband, who is widely popular among blacks.

And as stupid as this sounds in my head, I have to say that I am really not even feeling Hilary Clinton. I think it's that she's married to the ex-president that makes her more appealing to me. Though Hilary is poised to to carry out the Clinton dynasty, I am sure all of you have numerous grips about the man who got his "cock sucked". I am sure you could go on for days and days, but you could possibly do that with any president for that matter.

I have but one question to ask you, "Where will you be in 2008?"

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Urban Dictionary

Urban Dictionary is a slang dictionary with your definitions. Define your world.

If you have never been to this site I suggest you take time out of you busy schedule to do so. I am not sure how to describe it, but I can tell you that you will be shocked and amazed by what you discover on this.

I would really like to say that I stumbled upon this site all by myself, but that would be a lie. SO I am sending a shout out and you know who you are.

Direct quote from the site:

I hit up Urban Dictionary for a general consensus. I'm not sure what I found could be classified as general or a consensus - but it was definitely the funniest shit I've read all weekend.

So make sure you hit the site and pass it on to as many people as you possibly can and have fun with it . It might not be the most intellectually stimulating discovery, but I am sure you will leave the site with a smile on your face.
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I've Been a Busy Man

Well it has been sometime since I posted something on here. I have been a busy man. I guess I am taking the whole social butterfly thing to another level, putting myself out there.

Stay tuned for more posts this week. I am working hard on getting them on here. Until peace and hair grease peeps
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