State Of The Union
Today, George Bush gave his final State of the Union address as President of the United States - which lasted about an hour... an HOUR just to address the sad state of affairs in this country at present. I wish I would've been the Presidents' speech writer. It would've probably gone something like this... "My fellow Americans.......... everything's fucked up in the country right now mostly because of me. Thank you for coming out, God bless, good night."
Thought Of The Day
Three to twelve...By now, unless you've been under a rock, you know that our government has called for an economic stimulus plan. Essentially, if all goes well, what this means is that come about late spring/summer time, many Americans will receive a check in the mail that will be a minimum of three hundred dollars with a maximum of twelve hundred. There is also a provision for families, of an additional amount of money for each child, in the neighborhood of three hundred. How much you actually receive depends on your household/federal taxable situation. This stimulus plan is all in an effort to help bolster confidence, avert fears of impending recession, and create jobs. I understand that the whole idea is to get people to spend the money they receive, so it will sort of jumpstart a sluggish economy. And for sure, there will be a lot of people that will spend every dime of the "free" money they receive. But I don't think it will be the big economic jolt that our government is expecting - at least if it all depended on me, there won't. Let's just say, because I am single, that I only get three hundred dollars. What is this - Boyz N Hood? The government is Furious Styles, and I'm lil' Chris. Three hundred dollars?! Man, that ain't shit!!...I can't even get a PS3 for that! But this ain't about having enough money to buy a PS3, or even an iPhone. There are bigger forces at work - and those forces are called "hard times." Many people right now seem to be stretching every little bit of money that they make, robbing Peter to pay Paul. If you're not going through it yourself, you know someone who is. I can't speak for what's going to happen with most checks sent out, but I'll tell you this - I live in high as hell California. I drive a ten year old car. And gas is 3+ dollars A GALLON!...I'm putting MY check in the bank! I mean, duuuhhh!!...
Joke Of The Day...
The only good thing about the years flying by, is now, there's only one year left until you can have a bunch of negative shit purged from your credit report.
Damn, I thought Brett would do better than that!
Comedians' log - date 1.20.08 (corny and uninspired, i know. But so what? It's Sunday, and I ain't even trying hard)... Today was one of those days that, if you are a man, you probably considered a "man day." In fact, it was one of the few days out of your year that is to be considered one of your 'man days', because today were the conference championship games of the NFL. Oh yeah, that time of the year where many men across the country may become INTENTIONALLY seclusive from wives, girlfriends, friends, and other associates not understanding of the brevity of the day, for about seven hours. Seven hours of glorifying, gratifying, hard-core physical, pig skin brutality. We may watch the games from the privacy of our own home. We may watch the games over that persons' house who has the big plasma that you don't have in your own home. Or we may watch the games in a sports bar with other football fans - females and male fans of the sport alike. There are other sports, and other times of the year, where us guys become detached from real-life, for the sake of letting the testosterone surge. There's boxing, but even the most touted matches, are rarely worth the hype anymore. There's the NBA playoffs, but given the teams that make it to the finals, it may not get much attention (last years finals of the Spurs and the Cavs, supposedly drew the lowest ratings of NBA finals in some time). There's baseball and hockey, but they don't float everyone's boat. And soccer is the biggest draw all over the world, EXCEPT in America. Nothing gets it done like football and four teams vying for their chance to go to THE big game. I would go as far to say that the day of the conference championship games is the biggest 'man day' of the year - even more so than the Super Bowl. When you think about it, two teams in one conference, and two in another, trying to knock each others' block off, there's something beautifully simplistic in the brutality of it all. That's before the fashion show of the Super Bowl, and the Hollywood halftime show, and some of the estrogen charged commercials shown that day, that would never have a chance any other NFL Sunday. I won't even go into the Super Bowl house parties, where many people who wouldn't be watching football in other circumstances, crash and burn in their limited, and embarrassing display of football terminology, and team information. I mean, I'm no professional referee, but I will get the names right of the star players on each. Coincidentally today, I was talking to someone while the patriots were playing, and this person called the Patriots quarterback Tom Jefferson (okay, I'm exaggerating slightly for effect, but the person didn't the name 'Brady' correct... ...my whole weekend, even with extra day in tow because of the holiday, was centered around the football games on Sunday. They were pretty much guaranteed to be good games, given the matchups. I was ready for my 'man day' when I woke up Sunday morning to the early morning broadcast of Joel Osteen preaching from his congregation in Houston (meaningless side note: Joel Osteen comes off as a very likable and charismatic guy, but there's something scary about the number of times he blinks his eyes in just thirty seconds. What's up with that? But I digress...) I knew today that I had to get my haircut, and in order to be home in time for the first game at noon, I had to be out the house and at the barbershop in the ten o' clock hour. Thanks to smart planning, I was the first one in the chair, and on my way home by 11:30....Kickoff time, and I'm watching the game where everyone feels that the champions of Super Bowl XLII are coming from? This game wasn't as action intense as I thought it would be though. And let me know if it's just me, but did it seem as if Brady was trying his best to keep the game close? I mean three picks? Thrown by Brady? In the same game? It almost felt as if he was keeping the game close because he personally had money ridin' in Vegas on the Pats not making the spread. But I guess a win is a win, no matter how ugly it looks. But how about that second game? Now THAT was a game. I think most people would agree, that the more lead changes that you have in a game, the more exciting the game is, and the more it seems that the two teams are evenly matched. And with four lead changes in the game, it was game that didn't disappoint. And I'll tell you this. Winners or losers, those guys deserved every bit of money they made, and will continue to make. Because as skinny as I am, if someone was willing to pay me just to sit for three hours in -24 wind chill weather, I can't help ya - much less try to play football. My hat goes off to Eli Manning though. That guy has proven himself to be a quarterback with guts, and one who can slug it out with the best and deliver. They went into Dallas - and won. They went into Green Bay - and won. And it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to me if they beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl. They damn near beat them the last time they played. Not that Brett Favre was making it TOO hard for Eli. Did you see how horrible he was throwing in the game? What the hell was he looking at in some of those plays? The way I saw the game, Favre lost the game for the Packers...oh well, hope he can live with the fact that this game was his last shot at another ring - no way to make up for how lousy his game was. And even Tynes got the chance to redeem himself...
Papa's Boy (original poetry)
 voices of you like yesterday stuck in my mind- a stir of echoes; memories most admired- Bob Marley, Earth Wind & Fire you; been seasons- since you became the earth, wind, and the fire now the harsh wind blows bitter paralyzing unrelenting truth; changing of the tides ephemeral footprints in the sand i trace to effect the morrow; stem the demise of the eternal flame burnt in the name of the father; conferred upon the son the esteemed role of the protagonist in the story of your duration which is the sustenance of the epitome of unrivaled character; breadth of niles brilliance in your intelligent speak easys sacrifices you made in your furious styles and sometimes it seems I live so much more for you than for me not for the steam from out under the pot but because you so deserved your dreams Papa's Boy, made man of you bred steeled against a societal harm i soar by your insignia on my chest and the protection in your coat of arms so now in my mind lies the construct pattern the archetype to delicacy because in my veins flows the blueprint to succeed my unborn legacy and for all that you did, and for what remains together for us to be done and for the existence of which you had breathed for me i honor the father with twenty one guns
Happy New Years!!!
 
And so it begins. As we turn the page and leave behind all the events, newsmakers, triumphs, failures, and memories that three hundred and sixty five days can contain, a new year enters waiting for its history to be made. 2008-enter stage right. And we've already seen Britney Spears suffer yet another self-destructing, bulb flashing moment before the eyes of the world. Go Britney! She! Could! Go! All! The! Way!!..as for me, I just watched my home team of the Washington Redskins go down in flames against the Seattle Seahawks. Go Skins! Oh well, better luck next year, or next season I should say. This may not be their year, but I intend on making this my year. Of course this is the time of the year where resolutions are made so they can be broken next month. For those of you that will actually be able to stick it out, and lose the weight, kick smokin', or cut down on the money spent on porn, I congratulate you in advance. As for myself, I never really make resolutions - not at least according to any calendar. For anything that you can do on the first of January, is something that could have been started on the 31 of December or even before. But still, I think every New Year presents itself as the most logical moment to sit back and reflect on the past year of moments that will forever be remembered. And they are different for everyone. Honestly, I can say that 2007 was a pretty insignificant year for me. I went to Las Vegas on my birthday to see Toni Braxton perform. Cool..but can't wait till I'm able to travel somewhere like Hawaii, or an exotic location in some islands somewhere for my birthday instead. It's not often that I'm able to go home, but I was able to for Thanksgiving this year. It's always nice to go home, if nothing more than to escape the hurriedness of L.A. But I can't wait till the day where I go home, because I'm looking to lay low from a busy career - career being the operative word. But I guess the one thing that sticks out most important for me in 2007, is the loss of someone I knew back from my days of clubbing and kickin' it back in d.c. Actually, a friend of a friend, we were all cool together, and spent many nights out on the scene in D.C. What made his death different from that of my father, though an untimely death for my father as well, was his age. Though my father was sixty two, he was the same age as me and our mutual friend. We were all separated by months in age - she being the eldest, our friend, then me. When you are young, and someone your age dies, you can't help but to think how life can be so short, unfair,..and cruel. If you dwell on it enough, a familiar saying comes to mind - "There, but by the Grace of God..." Although Mike wouldn't want us to dwell on his death, I find myself somewhat personally connected to it, because we both had pre-existing medical conditions. He lost his fight with his...
...it's January 1, 2008, and I promised myself that I would call a good friend of mine's that I hadn't talked to in a long time. Actually, that decision to call him, was sparked by a conversation I had on the phone with someone we both know. How many times has that happened by the way? It took someone to say, "Hey, how's so and so doing?", or "When's the last time you talked to so and so?", which became the impetus for you to pick up the phone and call an old friend. This particular friend of mines, lives in Pennsylvania with his wife and two kids. Although, I hadn't talked to him in so long, that I expected maybe three when I called him. I tried to fool him and disguise my voice when I called, but he pegged me by the area code. Not too many people he knew out here in Cali. In the course of conversation, what I find out is, that people get easily lost in their own world, with their own life, and family, and work, that is somehow becomes difficult to just pick up the phone to say 'hi'. I'm guilty of that myself. A lot of people are. But when you got peeps hundreds, or thousands of miles away even, sometimes it's hard to stay connected to just the really close ones. You know what they say though - "out of sight, out of mind." But when we talked, we both found out that we were on each other's coast more often than we thought, and had the chance to catch up with each other in person more than we thought. Now we know. In the course of catching up with each other though, he of course asked how things were going for me. It's been a while since we've seen each other, and he knew of me coming to L.A. for industry. I basically explained to him, for the past several years that I have been going through experiences that have shaped the current path I am now. In essence, I realized starting three or four years ago, that it was time for me to concentrate on me - to start getting my life together, get it going, and to get it going in a way that works best for me. Since about that time three or four years ago, I've earned my Master's degree which I received in 2005. I figure I am a couple of months away from testing/receiving my brown belt in Aikido which I started in 2005. And I am now in the process of securing funding to start my business, which started with an idea in 2005. Anyone who might be reading this might say, "well, what about the comedy career?" The comedy career has not been forgotten, but getting my business going, which is directly related to comedy, has taken slight precedence. It's just that I've realized that I must put myself in a more accommodating position to pursue comedy well. I've realized that comedy will take time. And I've realized that in order to pursue it well, I'll need to be able be in control of my work time - eventually phasing out working a '9 to 5'. And I must do this while remaining strong, which is priority number one...I distinctly remember one of the last conversations with my father, in which a piece of advice in a matter of words, was to get going with my life and what I want to do, before I turn around and realize that my life's behind me. Realizing this, and in light of remembering those close to me that have fallen, it's most important for me to have a legacy established sooner than later. 2008 is a year destined to be a year teemed with excitement, and positive change for our country, and hopefully, most people. Personally, 2008 will be a year that will allow me to solidify purpose and accomplishment even if, God forbid, something stops me from achieving those goals I have my eyes set on in the long term. Carpe diem - that's the most important thing I've learned over the past couple of years, and I owe that to a couple of people looking down on me right now. Some of you might be thinking that I sound so serious for someone looking to be a professional comedian someday. Am I actually going to take some time to enjoy and do some fun things in 2008? To that I say, " I don't know." Ask me in New Year 2009 if I got a chance to do so in 2008. In my plan, I got time for fun as well, when the time is right. Right now I got a business and a legacy to build from the ground up...Wishing everyone a happy, healthy, and prosperous year....Happy Birthday 2008!!!...R.I.P. Mike...
Sick Song
 following are the lyrics to one of the sickest, if not the sickest song, and one of the deepest songs in general by the only band i listen to...give a listen sometime if you're not familiar "The Little Things Give You Away"
Water grey
Through the windows, up the stairs
Chilling rain
Like an ocean everywhere
[Chorus]
Don't want to reach for me do you
I mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I
Do
[End Chorus]
Hope decays
Generations disappear
Washed away
As a nation simply stares
[Chorus]
Don't want to reach for me do you
I mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
But now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under water
I
Do
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
And six feet under ground now
I
Now I do
[End Chorus]
[Brad's Guitar Solo]
Little things give you away
Little things give you away
Little things give you away
Little things give you away
Little things give you away
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
All you've ever wanted
Was someone to truly look up to you
(Little things give you away)
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