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Friday, September 27, 2002
THE SWITCH posted on 9/27/2002 02:34:12 PM by agentCB
GETAWAY posted on 9/25/2002 11:58:23 PM by agentCB
6 IN THE MORNING... posted on 9/25/2002 07:11:55 AM by agentCB
I WANNA BE SAAAAVED... posted on 9/24/2002 12:45:09 AM by agentCB
CHOPSTICKS... posted on 9/24/2002 12:35:39 AM by agentCB
CASTAWAY posted on 9/19/2002 01:56:09 AM by agentCB
ALL THUMBS posted on 9/13/2002 07:57:39 AM by agentCB
RETURN OF THE MACK.... posted on 9/09/2002 02:51:45 PM by agentCB
LABOR PAINS posted on 9/03/2002 08:05:06 AM by agentCB
i just got my new (used) G3!!
i will be burying myself in protools for the next few weeks...
brb
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
chanteezy talked me into playing hooky today. i came into work at 10am expecting another daily grind. chantizzle walks in stressed out and wanted to jet down to the bay...
i myself felt that same urge and amazingly enough, i agreed to go with him.
lately, i've been doing lots of work on a program at work, writing papers, music in the morning.. etc... i felt like i needed a break.
we passed by rbdtwo's house, went to stonestown and the metreon... just basically kicked around. headed to richmond to see chanteezy's cousins. they weren't there so we jetted back to sac...
i was supposed to do groceries tonight... some other time. what the hell am i gonna eat tomm...
i wake up and can't go back to sleep. my jaw hurts, probably from grindin my teeth overnight. i do that when stressed out about something.
school, work and music will eventually come up and smack me in the face. i'm starting to feel the pressure of graduating. i need to work full time already, either that or get paid fatty somewhere. but music is still priority numero uno.
i've been learning this new beat production program called "reason" i've had the shit for a while, but never maximized the possibilities. it's on for real now... i now have sampling power. sometimes i don't even want to go to class... haha
WESTIDE CONNECTION
i spoke to some old friends as of late, utilizing my free long distance. it was good to talk to piaa, j-mac, mik (for bout 5 mins) and amrie.
online, torch and verse reconnected with me as we tried to remember how fucked up we were when we went to a viewing.
all i know is that i'm goin to hell...
right now i'm workin on a beat for star-J. supposed to go back to the studio this week, out...
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
well not really... but captain torch is in the higgedy fa'shiggedy.... damn e-40 got some catchy slang don't he..
click here to be saved...
are my best friends right now. i use one to get all up in my cast to get them itchy parts. i had to get a new cast, cuz the other one was put on when my hand was swollen. it's gone down since and my cast was too big. that shit hella irritated me too, all loose... made me edgy...
i went to kaiser last week to get a replacement... turns out i missed my appointment by a day and one hour....
oops...
in my old age i'm getting forgetful...
J-MAC
j-mac came by today... she's doing her rotation at ucdmc... gonna be up here a month. mosdef we're gonna kick it, it'll be like old times at fountain circle #66.
typing with this cast sucks... i'm out..
Thursday, September 19, 2002
yeh that's a cheezy title for agentCB's most recent plight (read: sports injury) but the cast on my left hand makes me not want to blog. i can IM, but blogging is a little more cumbersome for my taste right now...
we'll play it by ear...
Friday, September 13, 2002
dig if u will a picture... we were engaged in a little 3 on 3. (basketball for all the perverted heads out there, sorry to mislead u with the prince intro). i'm on defense and the other side is inbounding a pass. i go for the block. i see my left hand reach up and watch as the ball flies through swiftly then i hear it...
POP!!!
then i scream like a little girl. (fuck ya'll... that shit hurt). the ball jams my thumb... fuck... more than jams it, it pretty much pushed it out of its way. so at this moment, i'm thinking... "oh it's just a finger jam, we'll tape it and as denzel said in training day "man up".
but something's different this time. the pain doesn't go away. in fact it got worse... i look at my hand and my thumb is in an awkward position. the bottom part of my thumb is almost in the middle of my palm. and the top part is facing in a different direction than usual.
i try to walk it off.
but u can't walk off deformities, ladies and gentlemen. i tell the guys, "i think i dislocated my thumb." when i show them there is a collective "oh fuck..." and some laugh because they're bastards. the guy that threw it felt hella guilty (reason being was cuz i just met him that day... all good man don't trip).
so anyway, eric tells me to pull it back into place. "you gotta put it back in"
now i don't know what made me think that i was mel gibson in lethal weapon, but i have a hunch that there would be lots of waiting involved at kaiser. so i take matters in my own hands and try to pull it.
not a good fuckin idea.
the pain comes back like lisa lisa with her special guests... in full force... no, not cult jam, idiots. (full force don't buy it, WORD! <--- if u recognize this line, you are an old fuck like me.) it don't work either... my thumb is still resting in the wrong area.
so kaygee takes me to kaiser... and 4 hours later i come home with a splint on my hand and vicaden in my blood. yesss.
i'll blog about the hospital waiting room next time kids... i'm typing with 1.5 hands right now.
Monday, September 09, 2002
ok not really, but the website is back up... brl was down and out... voodoo put the voodoo back in it and it's all good to go... peace
ps. what ever happened to mark morrison, mr. return of the mack himself?
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
this weekend was labor day and i didn't do anything out of the ordinary. did some laundry, went shopping for school clothes (ha) and watched about 2 hours of operations on TLC. the worst one was this guy from miami who had a branch sticking out of his ass...
what... the... fuck...
don't ask me how it got in there, they didn't mention it. but when they brought him into the ER he had about 5 inches of branch coming out of his ass. homeboy was in pain to say the least.
at first, i figured he and a friend were fucking around and probably were playing "truth or dare" or something stupid like that, right? nope.
anyway, the doctors were afraid if they pulled the stick out, there would be massive internal bleeding up in his heezy...
first they sawed off the end of the branch that was sticking out of his ass so that they could turn him over to operate. after that, they opened him up and lo and behold...
the branch turns out to be 4 feet long.
the branch was jammed up his rectum, pierced his colon and went around his intestines and settled 2 inches from his heart and lungs. this was a lucky mu'fucka. or either that someone upstairs had his back big time... or maybe decided to teach him a lesson about trees.
the doctors cut up the fuckin branch into 4 pieces and removed it all. he only had damage to his bladder (minus the obvious damage to his ass). then they wash him out by filling his body cavity with water and swishing it around to get all the wood chips and shit out of him.
i wonder if they looked for small animals like bugs and squirrels.
then get this... the doctor that was operating on him said "he's not out of the woods yet," (ha) he still had to deal with infections and whatnot from having a branch shoved up his ass.
if you've read this far and were not grossed out, either you must be wondering 1) how he got that shit in there or 2) when's the next flight to miami becuase i haven't been able to sit down for 2 months now.
anyway, it turns out he was at work as a gardener or construction guy and he fell off of a roof and was impaled in the ass by a tree. i wonder if he was naked or not. that whole thing is just very unfortunate. wrong wrong wrong... i refrain from making the obvious "cracks" about this story. (ie. stick in his ass, etc...)
and this is why we have cable TV.
OLD SCHOOL TO THE NEW
today is the first day of instruction for sac state. let's just say i don't even know what books to get etc. i actually don't buy books most of the time, unless i feel they are worth it. most of the time the books are worth it, i just can't afford them. wack.
i have 9 units this semester, which is supposedly equivalent to 13.5 units. i'm not trippin' class will be fun. the only thing is that most of my classes are at night and will affect my basketball playing. crap.
