RAIN

Dammit. I’m in the worst mood these days because a) I’m fat, b) my computer doesn’t work because it’s all virused up, and c) whatever, I’m not in that bad of a mood. Don’t want to post from work, though, so I’m stuck just writing these posts and saving them for when my computer is back on point.

Anyway, things are pretty good here despite the computer issues. The thing is five years old – I should probably just buy a new one – but I have some big-ticket items coming down the pike these days and I need my mothafuckin’ Reeboks tax free all year round. Can I get a mmmmm-shakalaka from my sisters? Ten points to the reader who can reference that one without using the interweb.

Man, lately I’ve been thinking about blogging. I have sort of come to the conclusion that most blogs are crap, mine included. That said, how you approach your blog is central to the issue of whether you’re a sucker-duck MC or not. My feeling is that you can’t take yourself too seriously no matter what. The best blogs are the ones that just flow wherever they want, do their thing, and don’t let advertising dollars – even 160K of them, how you guys doin’? – affect their egos. Bad News Hughes has a good blog. Cityrag is a good blog and stays true to its banner – nothin’ but a little her, a little NYC (paraphrased, of course, lest the Doorman come after me with some short note about how he’s “done” with my blog because I’m not grammaticularly on point. Speaking of the Doorman, I once had it in the “good blog” category, but his blog officially sucks now. Dude, I don’t care of you’ve got a book deal. Your shit is boring at this point. I enjoyed reading about the fights and the mobsters and stuff, but once you’ve read it all, you can tell that the blog has thoroughly exhausted its intended topic. I can’t imagine that he’s going to be able to continue posting about how he’s not going to give another inch and he’s a stand-up, two-fisted guy who knows right from wrong, black and white, blah blah blah. But he seems like a cool cat, cooler than most on this planet, so fug it. I ain’t hatin’.

Oh yeah, the headline. It rained hard earlier this morning – the whole harbor and islands in the background were just a mist of various shades of slate grey. Looked cool from 500 feet up. I’m sort of hoping for a typhoon to head this way so I can vid on the shaky buildings and torrential rain and all that. I haven’t been near a hurricane since I was a little boy in Miami Beach – that was Hurricane David, a total washout of a fake-ass tropical bullshit – and I’d like to see this town get a little worked before I leave. Nothing bad, just some good powaful winds and the like.

Had kind of a mellow weekend. Went out with B and a whole bunch of reporters, some of whom I knew from last year and got a good reception from everyone. That was nice. I too ended up pretty nice my damn self – went to this spot called Illy for a while, then headed to Le Jardin, that little tucked-away bar above Rat Alley. Didn’t break a glass this time, didn’t flirt with anyone, just talked some major shit with B’s girl E, who loves hip hop. She likes 50 Cent and Eminem. I tried to ask her where one could go to hear some good hip hop, but both she and B didn’t give me a lot of hope. Looks like my ipod remains, for the second year in a row, the dopest shit in Honkers. No big deal, I have fun listening to all kinds of music! Yeah, right.

The rest of the weekend was spent watching TV, doing chores, going to the gym, getting a mo-sage, stuff like that. I was still rocking a little bit of jet lag on Saturday morning despite my best attempts to drink my way into a shock reset of my internal clock, so I just kicked around. Took a walk down Stanley Street, wandered through the wet markets, crap like that. I’ll try to have some more buzzardly material soon. Watched Assault on Precinct 13 (those of you who followed along last time know that I buy at least one stupid action movie when I’m over here) and it largely sucked. It was cool when the shrink stood up to the bad guys, all beat up from the car crash. She had more heart than most of the tough guys on both sides. If she were in American Me, she would always come out to the yard. Because she’s like that. Also saw Ray, which was pretty good but didn’t blow me away. Detox montages are always funny. AAAAAGHGGHRHRHRH, I’m going cold turkey, owwwww!!!! I’m cold, I’m itchy, I’m gonna booooot!!! (insert ralphing sounds). Hey, I’m glad Ray got cleaned up and didn’t converse with Count von Smackula ever again (though I heard he blew bowls every day until the day he died – guess that particular monkey rides a little lighter on the back and didn’t turn him into no damn cripple). Jamie did a nice job, though, and it’s nice to see him enjoy that success. Seems like a decent guy. Bokeem Woodbine was good too – for most of the movie, I thought Jeff, the band leader, was Charlie Murphy. Looked like Charlie Murphy with a few extra pounds. Too bad – I was pumped that Charlie made it into a film like that (until the credits, when I found out that it was not, in fact, Charlie Murphy. I played myself).

So my office gets really hot in the afternoon – a sort of greenhouse effect due to the fact that we’re in a west-facing corner office (yes, I have to share an office – it’s not as bad as you might think). Anyway, I bought a fan this weekend to keep me cool when it cooks up in here, and man, that thing can send the stink biscuits flying! I just popped a couple off and believe me, they are on a mystical journey around the office. I don’t want to gamble and lose – “follow through”, as Ali G put it, but I’m eager to let one off at my desk, then quickly get up and see if I can track these babies. I had a crazy sandwich for lunch and it’s really delivering.

God, I’m glad LR is in Sydney today. That stink tsunami would have reached the shores of her nostrils in less than 7 seconds. Ah, Seven Seconds…truly you were a great band. But, you know, not as good as the Bad Brains. Equal with Minor Threat…better than Warzone…

Looks like more rain is coming. The radio towers on top of Victoria Peak are shrouded in a black cloud which is steadily moving across the island to cover the harbor. Weather changes fast over here these days, it seems. Typhoon season! COME ON!!!

Chucky