If you don't want to read anything depressing, please skip this paragraph. You have been warned. The reason I haven't written anything lately is b/c I wanted to address this issue, but didn't really know how. In fact, I've been writing this entry in my head since Saturday. It's supposed to include some form of ebonix, but only after this serious part. You see, this guy that went to high school with was killed on Friday night. At the very time I was head-banging to an AC/DC cover band and enjoying myself thoroughly. Well, I'm not quite sure it was that exact moment. Could have been when said band was looking for rolling papers. Around midnight in any case. If you're in Ottawa, you may have read about it in the paper. His name was Dapo Agoro and he was two years younger than me. Same age as my sister as a matter of fact. Lived right across the street for as long as I can recall. He was a really good kid. Good-natured and the like. Didn't get into trouble. Just living life like we all should. The last time I remember seeing him was probably a year and a half ago. Maybe even longer... I'm not quite sure. I was picking my sister up downtown late at night and she asked if I could give Dapo a ride home. I said of course since he was like a three minute walk from our back door step. The last words to me were probably something along the lines of "Thanks for the ride." He would have said thanks anyway, being a decent human being and all. I may have seen him at the bus stop or around Blackburn more recently, but that's the last time we said more than two words to eachother. According to the papers one of his friends got into a fight with another group of guys and he tried to break it up. A little while later, some guy with a knife came after him in some misguided attempt at retribution for the earlier altercation. It looked like he was being punched, but he was being stabbed. Repeatedly. Who does that?!? I really can't wrap my mind around the fact that some ppl have the capacity to kill another human being. I can understand self-defense. I can understand accidents. I can't understand searching out and destroying someone who was involved (in whatever capacity) in a glorified shoving match in a club. I've never known a murder victim before. It's such a waste. Such a terrible, terrible tragedy. I was shocked and devastated by the news. I cried. I rarely cry. I barely knew the guy. If I'd never heard about him again, it wouldn't have mattered. I'd have continued on just as I have been continuing on. I heard the news Saturday at work about 1:35 in the afternoon from Mona Cole. She grabbed my arm more tightly than was necessary and said, "Have you heard the news..." (like she was going to tell me the score of some sort of sports match) "... about Dapo." Of course I hadn't heard the news. I got home at 4:00 in the morning, went to bed, and came to work. How would I hear the news?!? I was sick. I was more mad at her for telling me and ruining my day. How selfish is that? Some poor boy is dead. A young man with a bright future and I'm unreasonably mad at Mona Cole for ruining my day. Of course, there's no good way to tell someone that another human being has been murdered, but I would have appreciated it if she had eased me into it or something. I still feel bad about thinking about the ramifications on my day before anything. I'm also confident that writing it out has absolved me of any wrong-doing. As I hope is apparent from my ramblings, I have been thinking about this a lot in the last three days. I keep thinking about his poor family and how they must be feeling. I have also thought about weird things like the children he'll never have and how the girl or girls that had a crush on him must be in so much pain. They'll just never know if he was "the one" and now he can't be. I don't know if I would recover if someone I cared about was just taken so senselessly. It's a shame. A damn shame. So I think that's enought talking about the incident. I wanted to talk to some of my friends about it, but I just couldn't bring it up. It's makes me sad and sad is the last thing ppl should be around their friends. Hopefully I'll stop thinking about it all the time. It's been better although I'll never forget. Whenever I hear about murder, he'll haunt me. If it hadn't been so senseless, I think I would have handled it better. I guess I'm handling it well enough...
I do have other stuff to talk about although that in no way should diminish that quasi-eulogy. I just had to get it off my chest. Maybe I'll sleep well tonight now. Who knows?
You know, that ebonix will have to wait. Perhaps next time when the moon is full and the mood is right. Were you aware that Turriffic is detroying the world one silo at a time? I was. Of course, I and my "inner circle" were present when this notion was conceived so I'd have to know. I was also present when I said some other bit of hilarity - a bit of hilarity I said I'd remember - but now I have no idea what it was. It bothers me to this day. Oh well.
Funny quotes from Star Wars: Episode II:
"Please don't look at me. You're making me uncomfortable."
"Well done commander. (pause) Bring me a ship."
Funny quotes from my brother:
In regards to pictures of one of the Mikes. "His eyes just say, 'I'm gonna fuck you up!'"
It's funnier when I put that slogan on this business card.
So wrists are tiring from this excessive verbiage. I'll leave you with my links and leave it at that.
"Favorite phrase: 'nigga please' and 'biatch' and several other expressions i use to feign ghetto-ness." Truth is, I kinda like her. I like her domain name more though...
Were you aware that you could take a quiz to see if you're compatible with Jesus?
Were you also aware that you could take actually date Jesus? As you continue perusing the site, there's a mucho blashphemous thing with a nun and nudity. It's crazy shit, yo!
"Bummed," eh?
And while I'm being blasphemous-like, check out the write up on this one.
These are just cool. Think of all the messages you could put on the bottoms of shoes!
Wow. It's Jesus. And he's in a weird aquarium.
Deep thoughts. Not by Jack Handey.
I guess her parents don't realize all the teasing that will come of that name. Maybe they're too stoned...
Get it while it's hot. Sometimes these links stop working after the week. I like the lines "Last time she called, she said she couldn't get her e-mail working and that there must be something wrong with her firewall. I tried to explain that she didn't have a firewall, so she said her Java must be broken."
FIN. June 12, 2:56 AM.
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Oops. I forgot something in my extended update.
And now what you've been waiting for...
Verbal Quote of the Week:
"I can't believe you almost impulse-bought toothpaste." - Moses
Email Quote of the Week:
"I was sitting through a long, mind-numbing departmental briefing, but i couldn't stop giggling, 'cuz this one line kept running through my head... 'Well, I'm bored... who wants to make out?'" - Turriffic
I'm definitely using that last one in mixed company. As a little context, the room was mostly populated by staid, 50-year-old women.
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"So, do you want some pirate booty...?"
Yeah, so I'm feeling super rich right now. Well, just a little more well-to-do, truth be told. Not only did I just get paid, but it's WAY MORE than I thought I'd be getting. I've had shitty hours these last weeks so I thought they had made a colossal error in my favour. However, upon further examination, I noticed that they've decided to give me money for the sick days I didn't take. I am almost two hundred dollars richer b/c I'm a stellar employee. It's exciting.
I touched about $60,000 in cash today. Maybe more. It's hard to tell after the first sixteen grand... Cigarettes are going up before Monday so all the small business owners are stocking up in hopes of making a tidy profit. It was nuts. There are tons of fucks who just watch you pack their stuff (upwards of 400 cartons of cigarettes) and let you run around while they look at you blankly (probably laughing internally). Then when it's time to pay, they give you like seven different credit cards and they're all declined. It's just damn annoying. Actually, these asses represent only a small percentage, but it's enough to make me want to run them out of town. Anyway, my day went by very quickly so that was cool. One of the head honchos specifically asked that I operate the business cash today. The minute he beckoned, they took away my break sheet and sent me to do the more important work. This proves once again that I'm a stellar employee (or something). Maybe it's b/c I sleep with him (or not).
Turriffic: "If it's not spreadable cream cheese, how do you spread it?"
Turriffic and I are thinking about going on a camping trip one weekend I can get off. Two more ppl can come (or more if someone else can get arrange transportation) so please drop your applications with either Turriffic or myself at your earliest convenience. Four to six weeks later, you will get our final decision. You're definitely coming if you wear crazy outfits at our whim...
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"It's too late. She's gone too far. She's lost the sun. She's come undone." - She's Come Undone, The Guess Who.
Sometimes I think I've come undone, but something always happens to reign me back in. I like how my life works out like that. Like this past weekend I was expecting someone to get back to me and just as I wished they'd fall into a hole and stay there indefinitely, they icq'd me. Like that exact minute. It was weird. Stuff like that keeps me "done" as opposed to "undone."
Well, that's about all I can remember almost word for word from my first version. I accidentally closed the window checking if a link worked. God, I'm such a tool. Here's some quick highlights about what I had written earlier.
I think that a year from now when I finally clean out my hard drive, this picture will make me laugh out loud. Again. It's so ridiculous, it's great. I'd like to extend my thanks to a certain gas-huffing Nova Scotian for this gem.
I got this picture from a Maskatchatoba-loving man. It would have been super cool, only I recognized a Don Quixote theme that I certainly did not enjoy. Oh well, I stomached its grotesqueness long enough to count 9 faces (ten if you count the one that looks like a misshapen dog).
Christ! It's 3:39 AM. I've got to go to sleep in order to maintain my sleep schedule (whatever). I've got a meeting early Tuesday morning. Damn morning ppl! Where do you get off?!?
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Yo Yo Yo! Whadup dawgs? I be bo janglin' an' fohgettin' to update this mother. Yous bettah gets to steppin' if yous not down wit dat, G! You go 'round flossin' yo' bling-bling and some shorty'll pop a cap in that ass, ya hear. Foh shoh! That is one slammin' ride, yo. R U f'real?
Wow, talking ebonix when you're not from the 'hood really takes a lot out of a person. If you want to decipher some of that fly shit, please go
here or here.
Anyhow, that's enough of that. Tonight I was leaving Tim Hortons and discovered that there were a bunch of hoodlums talking amongst themselves near my car. As I approached I expected to hear lots of random sentence fragments about blunts and bitches, but instead they were talking about Osama bin Laden. I know it's kind of old news, but the fact that they were being somewhat cerebral gives me hope for future generations. Maybe instead of jumping kids into gangs they'll have a round-robin game of jeopardy where only the most knowledgeable SOBs will get in. Yeah and instead of killing people, they'll give them dunce caps and taunt them. And instead of running drugs, they'll walk around with jewel-encrusted canes spouting obscure Aristotle quotes. And all the bitches will love the new smart nerd leaders and will become impregnated with a batch of future genious leader types. And then there will be world peace and flower seeds spread all over the earth and puppies for all and no working unless you're stupid and don't know any better. In fact, I'm going to stop altogether. I've accomplished pretty much all I cared to tonight. I used the term "bo janglin'" in context, rapped about blunts and bitches and jewel-encrusted canes, and even mentioned a "great thinker." Doesn't get any better than that...
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Previous: My thoughts May 27, 2002 to June 7 of the same year.
June 12, 3:19 PM.
No takers?!? Okay, whatever. Were you aware your looks are top shelf? Top shelf in their entirety. That's why I love you. That and the fact that you're a duke and you need my vast amounts of money. And I'm American.
Wait! What am I talking about?
J-No: "My mom helps me."
Turriffic: "But... it doesn't spread..."
J-No: "I SAID my mom helps me."
Turriffic: (puzzled expression)
J-No: "MY MOM HELPS ME!"
J-No: "MY MOM HELPS ME!!!"
June 17, 3:40 AM.
Whoa tiger! What the fuck was that? I'm going to stop now...
June 21, 1:25 AM.
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