I love a good personal strike

I'm not on my "Libertad, Libertad" Scarface strike here, but just a little thing. Apparently it's much too difficult to get my paycheck right these days coming from management, so from here on out it'll be much too difficult for me to dress appropriately at the office.

For the first time today, I wasn't too psyched about a sale. I met some of the nicest people on Earth today, and we had a great meeting today at the office. I know I did them a great service to help protect themselves and morally I feel stupendous. However, from a business standpoint, I guess due my current situation at the office, I didn't feel super fulfilled. I love my job, but I'm not too sure I love where I work anymore. I'm feeling more and more outside pressure for me to get out on my own. It's a scary move, but I think I might be too loyal, and too loyal for my own good at that.

Not too sure how many of the few readers out there can relate to this, but I cannot stand being pulled in multiple directions when it comes to the workplace. Who do I go to with my problems? I feel like I'm Peter Gibbons tellin' the Bob's that I have 3 bosses, and somehow I'm a boss myself. The whole situation makes absolutely no sense to me.

For those that know me so well, you could probably see this track coming from a mile away:

Lastly, my concert for Pete Rock and CL Smooth got delayed until December 30th. At least I can finish the year on a proper note.

I'm on my Doobie Brothers tip with this one...

While perusing the forums this a.m. during a mean bout of insomnia, I came across a discussion about this gem. I love the gut feeling I get about an album, and I don't do much purchasing anymore, but I had to buy this immediately. An absolutely phenomenal release. I was immediately transported back to the early 1990's, but with the later complex rhymes. I had to go through this album twice straight through during the morning, and I'm still blown away.

That feeling not only brought me back about sitting and enjoying a good rap album, but more so music in general. Fort had made a blog a while back about not sitting and listening to music anymore. Kinda made me realize and agree. Music is there to calm my head, get me pumped up, get me through the day, but it's always on in the background while my mind runs about the monotony of the day. I hadn't sat and actually listened to an album in quite sometime. Blame it on the quality of music that has been coming out, or maybe my taste has shifted, I'm not too sure. But damned if I didn't feel good this a.m. just enjoying these layered samples, crisp and organic drum beats and awesome rhyme schemes.

I need to sit and do this quite a bit more. But fuck, more music needs to come out that will make me appreciate things again. Here's one of the samples, and it's got a bonus Schwarzenegger sample to start off. Here's to feelin' good all the time, again:

I still have goosebumps.

Well God damn, RSS Graffiti

This better work

Man, it's been a while...

Figured now's a good a time as any while I'm sitting here suffering through the MLB Playoffs. No, not my choice, Ron Sr. takes control of the TV while he's here. Nothing makes the mind wander more than baseball. I've been missing Blogjammin' lately and been itching to get back. The short attention span world of the good book had me distracted for a while, wearing me down to look for more of a long winded outlet. As usual, Fort was a big inspiration, and now his fiancee Melissa showed me (read: stole it from her page) the proper way to get this out to more people on the good book.

I'll keep this one short as it's more of test bed for the new feed app for the good book. I'll leave you with some random track that will be a preview for the upcoming edition and some quality musical commentary.

Yeeeeep

I'll have to admit, it's sketchy, but I am digging Google Voice. My "business" cards came in today. 25 freebee's, so I won't complain. Check game!

It's my Google number, so I dunno what posting it on the innanets will do, but hey, at least it'll make for some funny voicemails maybe. :o

Jesus, it's been a long time

Out of blue. Sans the random phone blog that I set up, it's been a few months. Dunno who still has this on their RSS, but the few the might, it's still appreciated.

I grew tired of the Short Attention Span Theater crowd of the Good Book and Twitter (which I'm glad I'm not a part of). I needed something with some deeper meaning than making fun of some stupid C that didn't understand the terminal at the grocery store. Although, that was part of a painful afternoon.

I couldn't help but wonder though. When I'm 55 or so, with a kid (or plural), watching "Commando" wonder if my kids will sit there and be all :ugh: much like myself tonight stuck watching a John Wayne flick w/ Ron Sr. Never got it, but I could see him at this age never denying the awesomeness of John Wayne, much like we could never do that with Arnold. I mean, come on, the man carried tree trunks, smells people coming and has a knife gun for God's sake.

Too bad it left off the timeless classic:

I did not intend for this blog to take this route, but God damn, the man's 7 levels of awesome in this flick.

And in our enjoyable ending fashion, this song has been workin' me over a lot lately. Props to Fort for putting me on to them.

So I hit up Blogger to peep one of my connects for music, in Brazil of all spots and see text blogging.

Figure I'd give it a shot.