2005 March

Robot Chicken

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
by Tony

Smell the gaseous stench of Skeletor’s breakfast burrito!

MJ = Toss Salad Man

Sunday, March 27th, 2005
by Tony

Much More Than A Name

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
by Tony

#7 is done

Well If you haven’t heard by now, well this is it… over the last couple of days I’ve been migrating my buddy list and friends over and I’m just about done. Starting today my new AOL/Yahoo!/iChat AV username is “PhllyBred.” I couldn’t use Philly with an I cuz some jack ass beat me too. But theres a 95% chance that I made that account and forgot the password.

Nigga, You Don’t Matter

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
by Tony

Something interesting just happened on the floor, some foolish ass shop floor worker tired to tell me how to do my job. Here is what happened:

There’s a floor supervisor who is somewhat new, and doesn’t know all the workings of the plant yet. So whenever he calls for support he doesn’t say what the problem is or where the problem is located. Also when you try to contact him over the radio he never answers. But I digress because he is not the issue, at this moment. He this supervisor calls me out to the line, but never says why. I get to the line and he’s not there. So there’s no much I can do until I get word from him. As I stand there waiting, an line operator tells me that he asked the supervisor to call me to change a printer ribbon, which was okay, but then some other nigga who has no business on that station or area comes and says, “Well, instead of jus standin’ der, U could haf ass sumbody what da problem was.”

I was looked at him, and said “Nigga, why are you even in this. One, you’re not the line supervisor and two this isn’t your station so go do your job before you slow seat-building ass will keep us here until 6am.

He gets pissed that I called him out like that in front of the other line operators and tries to read me, “You jus a intern, ain’t like you got clout”

I had to let this nigga have it then. I made it clear “That even though my badge saids intern, I’m technically contract to hire, I have a set of keys to the plant and my own security codes, my interview didn’t involve pissing into a cup and why his ass going bound to be laid off… I’m sorry taking a mandatory 2 month non-paid vacation, my black ass will be working and getting paid.”

He didn’t have a response and I walked away to do my job. Which brings me to my point, if you are working somewhere and you know that your position is flaky and that you can be fired at any time, don’t front. I mean a big sign that you don’t matter at your job is if the interview process involves pissing into a cup. Becasue we all know that you don’t need to be on drugs to be crazy.

On a positive note, in April I’ll be going back to working 8 hours shifts and probably going back to days shortly after that.

Cold Glass of Haterade: Movie Edition

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
by Tony

Now I’ve never said that I was a movie-fanatic but I do know how to pick out a good movie. This past Saturday I spent some time with my moms and watched some DVDs and whatnot. Discussing the recent movies that we’ve seen and what we like and dislike. I knew that me and my moms have complete different taste in movies, I like old school kung fu like Shaolin Master Killer, she like epic fantasies like Lord of the Rings Trilogy: Extra Extended 3-day long 15 disc box set. While bullshitting about movies, I thought of what movies I will not and can not every watch for that my hate for them is so strong, a mere glimpse will make my balls fall off.

Let’s start off with my boy, Treach from the group Naughty by Nature. Besides all the “Sam Spade” monologue, completely unrealistic gun fights, the movie made little sense. There was less dick and better acting in the porn flick he did. Actually you probably be better off watching the porn flick than seeing this movie.
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There’s only one reason why I hate this depressing ass movie, besides that Puffy is in it. The sentence “Make me feel good again…” That entire sequence made my fucking skin crawl. Watching supple Halle, getting banged by gross-ass Billy Bob. What made it worse was I was watching it with my moms. Its was more uncomfortable then watching Queer as Folk with her and she saying “How he jump up that little boy’s ass with no lube?”
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If you ever played the coin-op game, don’t go see this movie. If you ever seen the arcade that houses the game this movie was based on, don’t see the movie. If you’ve heard each the words house, of, the, and dead used in a sentence and not necessarily the same sentence, I plead that you don’t watch this movie. This movie was so un-Godly bad, that George Romero had to sue so no one would use the word “Zombie” near this movie.