Friday, June 29, 2007

Smarter than the average bear!

I just came back from checking out my grades from Spring Quarter and I am shocked. It turns out I did pretty good this time...

Intro to Paralegal: B

Composition 1001: B

Grade Point Avg.: 3.0

YES YES, Y'ALL! I passed once again after all the hard work. Sure, both my eyes are twitching right now now from all the stress, but it was worth it! I'm so happy right now, I'm gonna celebrate by getting me a big ol' Slushie!

Friday, June 22, 2007

My Mind Is Now Blown...

This what hapens when you don't have the intewrweb at home. All the cool news pops up without you.
Tapping into the weak wi-fi signal around my house a few nights ago , I went to Ain't It Cool and saw this interesting headline:
"AICN EXCLUSIVE! Guess Who’s Shooting His IRON MAN Role Today!!"

Well, you know I had to see it before I lost the signal. I then jumped to the page and found out that another Marvel character will be showing up in next year's film, possible to have some continutiy with futer Marvel comic movies. Then, I saw who would playing ther character.

Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After I picked myself up off the floor after jumping up and down in my house, I had to think about this for a second: won't folks get mad becasue a Black guy is playing a White guy? Kinda sorta...
See, when the character first came out, Nick was and still is a White guy...

However, Marvel came up with a more contemporary version of the character to give him a character younger readers could feel closer to, so they came up with...

Who just sort of looks like this guy, by coinsidence...

What makes all of this so funny to me is that it won't be the first time Fury is played by a Hollywood Icon...

That's right, David Hasslehoff was the first to don the eyepatch in a tv movie for Fox that aired in 1998, written by David Goyer who went on to write the Blade movie series. I saw the televisionFury movie a few months back and remember it being pretty good. You know however that seeing Sam Jackson as Nick now will have fanboys either having a coniption fit or giggling in glee and The Hoff screaming at his agent why he's not doing the big screen version.

I can see it now: "A Life Model Decoy. When you absoLUTY, posiTIVLY, have to kill EVERY M**** F**** in the room!"

c'mon, 2008!

Sunday, June 17, 2007

How I spent my birthday

Okay, so let's start with the ACTUAL day, which was Thursday. That's pretty simple: I went to dialysis. Of course, I wasn't happy about it, but it was better than the last birthday. Last year, I celebrated my birthday in surgery. So really, anything makes up for last years suckage. Still, I wound up sore and tired and had planned to stay at home on the couch and just play for the pain to go away, when my friend Tina called and invtied me to a Savannah Sand Gnats baseball game. I had to go for two reason, she said. One, that I needed to get out of the house for my birthday and two, because it was Superhero Day at the stadium. Well, since I was wearing my Superman t-shirt, I figured why not. The game was fun to watch and the Sand Gnats lost, but it was still good to just get away for a few hours. I just wish I had left all the pain I was feeling at home instead of bringing with me to the ball game. Sorry for that, Tina.

I did try to make up for Thursday by going out the next night and that was pretty cool. After getting off from work early, Tina treated me to see "Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer". Despite my review, the movie was pretty cool and much better than first film, so I recommend it for the family. Afterwards, I went home, changed clothes and went downtown. There, I would meet up with my pal Damien from Z-102 while he was broadcasting live from Savannah Downunder. I had an okay time, but I was there till 2:30 in the morning. I was up past my bedtime, but I wanted to thy to enjoy my night out. Plus there was a wet t-shrt contest going on. Truthfully, I think I've really grown past wet t-shirt contests as I've gotten older as I I just didn't enjoy it. The floor was too crowded for me to see, it was loud and I was getting wet from just the spray of the water. It was lousy. I have an idea for guys over forty: How about a Put-it-on Contest? She starts out in a bikini and puts on clothes from there? Whomever comes out not looking like a slut wins. I should patent that.

Anyway, I got home around 3:30 ( I had to stop into my old stomping grounds The Mercury Lounge and see the old gang) and it hit me that I not old. Not by any means. I'm just out and out tired. I don't have game becasue I haven't been the other Sam Johnson in a long time. However, the other Sam drank a lot, he was loud and he was partying until twelve noon the next day and that was less than four years ago. I'm liking the new Sam Johnson more and more now.

Now please excuse me while I sit on the front porch and chase kids offa my lawn.

My Review of Fantastic Four: RIse of the SIlver Surfer

And now, my review of "Fantastic Four: Rise of The Silver Surfer".

Jessica Alba, naked, on fire.

Go see it. It's worth it.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

A reminder...

If you see me walking down the street,

and I start cry each time we meet,


Pray for a brotha. 6/14/1966. That's almost like the mark of the beast or something...

Monday, June 11, 2007

Re: "The Sopranos" Finale'


Okay, I'm done. What say you?

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Old Man Johnson-an essay for class

They say as a person gets older, the wisdom is imparted upon them. I'd personally like to find out just who those "they" are and whoop their asses. "They" are the ones who tell people that time heals wounds and watched pots never boil. I'm not ready for wisdom right now. I was perfectly happy trying to enjoy my life when all of a sudden age kicked in. Wasn't I on the living room just a few years back watching Bozo the Clown eating a cheese sandwich? That could have been days ago with me, but I was shorter and my clothes were smaller if I remember it well. That time is long gone now and I can't sit in the middle of the living room too close to tv any more. I've come to find out that with great age comes great responsibility and I must wield my new powers with care.

A writer once said that with age "the transformation is comparable to the one Clark Kent goes through: He takes off his glasses and becomes Superman; you put on your reading glasses and become. . . Old Person." The fact that a problem I now face becoming linked with my fictional hero doesn't sit all that well with me. When I was a child, I remember tucking my towel into my shirt and jumping off of things that were taller than me. When I became older, I could still do a vertical leap into the air, not enough to become permanantly airborn but still a good start. Now that I'm in my forties, I don't think about jumping to any particular place off of things bigger then five feet ten inches. My body isn't made for flying though space as it was when I was a kid. The only bit of space that involves me now is the one between my couch and how far away is my remote control so I can change channels on my television.

It wouldn't be so bad that I'm getting older now, but I had said many years ago that I should trust anyone over thirty. I said that when I was sixteen and look where it's gotten me now. I'm well past thirty at this stage and the disc jockeys at the radio stations these days are becomming younger. They now look upon me for guidance. Sam Johnson, the oldest living teenager. I have to be the one nw to tell the new kids to pick up their toys when they're done on the air. Whenever someone tells them that they're not allowed to play, the youngsters come to their cool Uncle Sam and let me know the problem. The interesting part of it all is that the new people trust my judegment and it shocks me. If those people had seen me twenty years ago with pizza boxes and beer cans scattered in the studio, cheerleaders half clothed running around the building and myself doing nearly everything I could to start a fight with the FCC, they would run to someone else much faster. It's me they turn to however when troubles arise and for that, I should feel honored that they do.

Perhaps I should be happy that I'm turning forty-one this year. Despite the kidney problems, my doctors have given me a clean bill of health. My cholestorol count is great, my blood pressure is normal and I haven't gone insane. I'll take all the things that I've learned so far in my life and pass them down to someone worthy of my knowledge. Maybe having wisdom is a good thing at this milestone. Plus, from the pictures I've taken this year, I look pretty damn good for a man my age. "They" say that forty is now the new thirty. It makes me wonder should I trust myself just a little bit more?

Friday, June 08, 2007

Told Ya So

Hiya. I'll have a new essay up this Sunday, but until then I just wanted to leave this for all the haters out there...


Sunday, June 03, 2007

Excedrine headache #9

Looks as though I won't be surfing the net as aften now. Since the price of gas has gone up and hours have been cut back at the job, I can't afford to interweb, which means it's been cut off. I tried to do what I could, but it's just come down to the fact that life has just gotten too expensive for me at the moment. I hope to get it remidied soon, so expect me to jump online either at work or school, depening on time. Until then, I have some emergency crap at the job I need to take care of. Sit back with the family and watch this hour of old kid's commercials while I fight the company computers then see if anyone around the building has a Tylenol so I can get rid of this stupid headache.