Whiners

I have a blog on Yahoo! 360. I write about my house adventures. This weekend i was confronted by an angry person. I had written approximately three lines about him in a blog entry titled, "Disappearing Acts." The nerve of some people. i didn't mention his name just enough anecdotal information to illustrate just one more example of contractors whom I have hired and who disappeared before the work was completed. A friend told him about the blog entry.
If i can't make my blog entries under a pseudonym and anonymously reference people that i actually know in it then what is the point?

Now i want everyone to know that Steve Griffin is the subject of February: http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-aFmqok8jdKQKRIZLkIAQtkHo?p=26

Decisions

By 1999 I had a degree in sociology with a minor in pan-African studies and degree in community counseling. I was working with grades 7-12 in programs for students whose parents lived below the poverty line or had not completed college. To save money, I was shared between two programs. I had two directors with completely different management styles. It sucked.
The job and the setting while satisfying for some proved to kill my creativity, my energy, my professional growth and my satisfaction with the working world. While it is the American way to encourage everyone to go to college, for some - college just was the wrong choice. It was like lying. My directors seemed to be oblivious to the hard reality that many of our students were being harmed by the indoctrination. I could go on and on about that job, why I despised my bosses and my life in that city. I hated it. Often I would say, “This Sucks Cabbage!”
That year, my father’s aunt developed cancer. I went to visit her in Chicago. Great Aunts are like grandmothers to grandmotherless children. I adored her. Her stories of my grandmother encouraged me. I did everything as they had done. While visiting her, as the cancer was eating away her bones, my cousins took me to see the Matrix.
After I returned home and she subsequently died, I had an epiphany. What if… none of this is real. What if…we make all of this up in our minds? And someone is taking some kind of sick joy out of the suffering we cause for ourselves. What if we chose to exist like this? What if I am choosing to be unhappy? If all of that is true- then why I am working at this job?
The Matrix changed my life. I decided that if none of this is real, then I will choose red. When i get worried or upset I just have to remind myself of just how much better my life is than it was before I saw the Matrix.
BTW I am not Matrix fanatic. As a matter of fact, I hated the sequels. Just awful. I have chosen to block the memory of them from my mind.

Now i would like to suggest that Samuel L. Jackson watch the Matrix.
His lastest movies have really Sucked Cabbage
The Man???? Seriously??
SWAT??? If he is in charge why does he look at that loser Colin for answers?
And the most recent- A thriller about snakes being set loose on an airplane? where are the air marshalls?
http://movies.about.com/library/weekly/blsnakesonaplanepicsa.htm
What is he thinking? Does he have child-support to pay?

Life, Love, Hair and Work

Life
Love
Hair and
Work

The subtitles of my life. What should be written after the colon.
Risnfall: Life, Love, Hair and Work
There isn't much more than that.