Our hands are the ammo cause the battle's still on

Sound the horn
We come rumbling through the function
Precise laser beam techniques to touch something
When we die hard
They'll build an monument to honor us with
Humungous effect in the world
We could have conquered it
-Inspectah Deck, "Above the Clouds"

Nonverbal clues. Sometimes they're are more meaningful and telling than the words that are emitted from your mouth. There used to be a point in time when trained in the particulars of public speaking, the instructor would specifically cite several exmaples of poor hand management. It could be an excessive use of colloquial gestures, fumbling in pants pockets, inadvertently throwing up the wrong set's signs, and leaning on or hunching over the podium. But let's take a closer look at the hand skills for a moment.

There are ways to get by. Not too long ago, I got complImented for my balanced usage of hand movements to complEment what I say. I say that to say this; times do change and when they do it is unexpected and sometimes you just have to go with the flow and adapt as quickly as possible. Not assimilate; just adapt. So using your hands when speaking is now in. Saying so-and-so is "in the builidng" is not. I won't even front like that was original thought either. It was mentioned in today's Metro. I wasn't completely feeling the article, but that topic stucl with me. I'm all for the effective, efficient, and proper use of slang. But damn, son. If you're at an outdoors concert and you say so-and-so is in the building.....I'mma need for you to get it together, B. Find a new phrase. But I digress...

Back to the hand skills. It's just one of those things that comes and goes. Much like a fad, the ebb and flow of what's acceptable can come and go in the blink of an eye. Just think; y'ou've probably heard some dumb shT said by fashionista to the tune of, "pink is the new yellow" or "a pretty-boy shirt, tie, and sweater is the new button-down." Yeah whuteva muthafuqa.

Just be yourself.
Wear whatever the fuq you want to wear.
Wave your hands however you wanna.
Fuq it. Wave 'em in the air.
Like you just don't care.
Just get your point across.
Or put it in writring.
Do you and you'll be aiight.

Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime

You ever get the feeling that you've been here before. A dizzy friend of mine said she think she was a mean football coach ina past life. Yeah ok. Would it be too odd to think you were a prior clone of someone in the current life though? Because Tony Starks stays with some one-liners that I just eat up. Case in point, he's on this hot new joint called "The Mask" with MF Doom and says, "my money green like my nickname was celery." What?! Yeah, I can get with that. Actually some of my bills are a bit faded, but still the point is duly noted. Yet my pocket veggies are just as pliable (ripe) and liable to wilt (stale) in the blink of an eye. Note to self: I need to play the lotery this week. I don't even need a big come-up; an itty-bitty one would suffice.

Just like those folks in the corporate rat race climing the ladder of success...no matter how much had wok and sweat equity you invest, ther's always going to be someone who's putting just as much or even more work than you. So it ends up being a case of never being able to slack off or risk the chance of being left behind or being cast away as a lazy summa b!tch.

I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spot light
...
I wanna have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now, it just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed
Be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
-Ghostface, "Can It Be All So Simple"

Better than tomorrow. Worse than yesterday.

And that, class, is today's answer to the age-old question, "how is your day going."

But hey...at least my whip didn't get stolen like my neighbor and - as Harold points out - I don't work for GM.

And I'll be damned if Honda ain't ring my phone at least a half dozen times this morning. Geesh. Chill out, B. Unless you plan on giving shT away, be easy.

Shiver Me Timbers

Well, blow me down
-Some pirate dude

Today wasn't as bad as I had originally imagined it to be. Ok...well that's a slight lie, but whuteva. I managed to do a decent amount of work today and follow-up on several projects that needed some immediate status checking. I even found time to dabble in some code and perform some search engine optimization by tweaking the META tag settings for another of our clients.

But the day can be summed up as this. The big boy toy has come to its fork in the road. [pause for the audible sigh] While enroute to the New England Institute of Art to recruit some new project managers, I had the good (sarcasm, b!tches) [mis]fortune of reciving a call from Ron over at the auto shop I visited last week. And naturally, seeing how November wasn't ended on a sour of enough note as it is, he proceeds to break it down to me in quick en-glez that the batmobile is hurting...bad. So, I could say OK and fork over the $2500-$2800 (yes...he have a fuqing range) that it would cost to repair the dilapidated head gaskets or I could do something else. Something else should not be in my vocabulary....

So I somehow manage to finish work, play some ball, and waddle my a$$ over the the Honda dealership. Why? Because I'm bugging, yo. I really, really love the Disco, but I'll be damned if I enjoy throwing money into a black hole pot of money that provides no gurantee that something else won't happen to break or rust or wear-out or give way or leak on me next week. So I hit my man PAM earlier in the day to gie him a heads-up but I'll be damned if son don't have me waiting for a while. So after eating his lunch (fyi: the jerk chicken strips from Wing It in Allston are that next shT), we crunch some numbers and now I'm sitting here thinking long and hard about this shT.

Do I forsake the uniqueness of my beloved whip, sell my soul for a 401k, and cop an Accord like every 4th driver? Or do I put up a good fight and find a way to give the green light for the Disco's resuscitation? The clock is ticking. They'll start charging me more if I don't hurry up and call AAA to get them to tow it from their lot. This shT is really sucking right now. Fuq it...lemme go visit Nissan first. I got Maxima on mind. Camry too. Oddly enough, I feel like it's possible for me to get played either way. [insert gasface here]