Sorry

I apologize it has been so long since i've posted anything. Hopefully it wont take this long for me to make a new post. I am trying to aim for a post a week.

Keeping me from blogging:
1) looking for work.. Has the economy ever sucked this bad?
2) Fallout 3. Would be my pick for goty if I didn't play Metal Gear Solid 4 ( damn you Kaya). Very excellent game. An yes I am the scourge of the wasteland. Cannibalism is awesome, but then again I dont eat people.
3) I have just been lazy... which is so sad but true. I know some of you out there cant believe it.

How to avoid being robbed... according to the Boys in Blue

A NYPD cop posted this lil' tibit on craigslist called: Tips For Clueless People Who Get Mugged. This shit had my laughing...

Date: 2008-09-18, 3:48PM EDT


So you've just moved into a new "gentrifying" neighboorhood that's full of urban culture, cheap(er) rents, and wonderful friendly people. An odd lack of organic food stores and greenmarkets, but you can't have everything. So one day you're doing something FUCKING RETARDED like walking back from the store alone at 1 am or walking home from the subway while texting your sorority sisters back in the fucking midwest or something while SIMULTANEOUSLY listening to an ipod with the bright white headphones and you get fucking mugged. Congrats, YOU'RE A FUCKING DUMBASS. No, it's not 1990, when men where men, crackheads would fucking cut you and the robbery rate was about a billion times higher than it is now, but it's still new york and you were still fucking dumb enough to think that paying $1200 for a studio in a shitty neighboorhood is somehow hipper than moving to fucking Queens.

Anyway, here's some helpful tips for the next time someone jacks your shit.

1) Pay attention. Granted, you weren't paying attention to start with or you wouldn't have gotten mugged, but now that you've been hit from behind / had a gun shoved in your face, pay attention.

2) Follow directions. Give the friendly mugger what he wants. Don't talk back or fight. In all likelyhood, you're a pussy hipster retard, and are, by NYC law, unarmed.

3) You've been paying attention right? Remember some simple things in this order: sex, clothing color, clothing type, headwear, and direction of flight.

4) Congratulations! You've just been robbed and you're still alive. What now? Well, don't go back to your apartment and call the cops thirty minutes later. Don't call your mom in Kansas and tell her first. CALL THE COPS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. You'd be amazed at how many people fuck up this simple step. Pay phones still exist as do 24/7 bogies. Go there, call the cops.

5) It may take a while for the cops to show up. The 911 system, at best, will result in a five minute wait before we're even notified. Then we have to drive there without killing anyone. Be patient. For that matter, tell the 911 operator exactly where you are. Nothing makes a responding cop happier than having to scour the area for your dumb ass while the perp gets away.

6) Resist the temptation to curse/complain/bitch about the cops while you're waiting for us to show up. We're probably busy. Even if we're not, don't expect us to come tear-assing across the precinct lights and sirens to get to you 2 minutes sooner. I have no intention of broadsiding a livery cab and getting fired just because you got your sidekick took.

7) When we do arrive: get in the car, tell us what they looked like and where they went. Something simple. "AGE/RACE/RED HOODIE/BLUE JEANS/NORTH ON BROADWAY" Really all we need.

8) We are now going to "canvass". Get in the fucking car. We aren't going to get you shot you fucking pussy. Also, comments like "I can't believe this happened to me" or "I'm in shock" or "OH GOD WHY"- shove it. Save it for the bar later. If you haven't actually gotten shot, shived or stomped grow a fucking pair and close your mouth.

9) We are now going to drive around and try to arrest someone. Quick con-law refresher for the lib hippy types: if you're in my car, and have given me a description, THAT MEANS WE ARE STOPPING PEOPLE WHO FIT THAT DESCRIPTION. If you told me they are violent or armed, it's probably going to be a felony stop. So when you tell me it's a 15 year old black kid in a red hoodie with a silver pistol, don't be surprised when the car slams to a halt and we jump out and stop a 15 year old black kid in a red hoodie. I am not violating his rights, I am not hassling him because he's a minority. I'm stopping him because YOU GAVE US HIS FUCKING DESCRIPTION. If the kid is not the one who robbed you, he'll be on his way in five minutes. On the other hand, if he is the one who robbed you, he may decide to run/fight/pull out a gun - you don't stop suspected armed robbers by asking pretty please. If this offends you, get the fuck out of my car and go find the guy who mugged you yourself.

10) We failed to find your robber. No surprise: they've probably done this before and had an escape route all planned out. They were probably back in their apartment / subway / taxi before you even called 911. Don't bitch. It happens. This isn't Law And Order.

11) Yes, you are coming back to the precinct to make a fucking report. I'm sure the CO, Kelly and Bloomberg would be fucking thrilled if you didn't make a report as this helps the compstat stats (you watch the Wire, right?) but if I did all this fucking work, you're taking 30 minutes out of your day to make a god-damn report. Also, after you've finished venting about how we're all corrupt, racist, incompetent morons who probably got bullied in High School, you'll remember that you need a police report for your credit card companies, and you'll show up the next morning with a sheepish expression and ask to make a report. Let's do this now while the memory is still fresh.

11a) "You'll never catch the guy", "I don't remember much" and variations thereof are just insulting. Our detectives have been doing this job for years, and despite what TV/Movies taught you, only a small fraction are burned out alcoholics. They probably are going to catch this guy... eventually.

12) No racial language please. The odds are good you just got robbed by a black or hispanic male, and your buried-deep racism may be bubbling to the surface (especially if you're an out of town transplant / college student). The majority of the co-workers on my shift and in the DT squad are minority. It's embarrassing when you use racial slurs in front of them. Amazingly, most cops aren't racist, although we do have a universal contempt for crackheads, gang members, and dumbass white people.

In conclusion: Don't be stupid, pay attention, call the cops, and don't be a dick.



I dont know how I feel about this. I mean it all make sense to me. I don't think the guy was being over the top just very informal, but that's just me. If someone has a particular feeling about comment.

Sometimes you just got to take the ......

I knew their was something wrong with snuffy but could never figure it out until now..

Congratulations to,,,

OUR PRESIDENT...

Please dont fuck up like David Dinkins... (NYC knows what I am talking about)
I hope you do a great job at pulling the country, parties and world together in these tough and tumultuous times.

election day

I Hope everyone went out and voted today.. Whether it was for John Mccain or Barack Obama.. Everyone should vote, everyones vote should be heard. You have no right to complain or gripe if you didnt vote. You lose all value to it if you didnt make your voice heard.


-Sidenote: Who came up with the idea that ex-felons shouldnt vote? I understand that commited violent offenses but their voices should still be allowed to be heard...

Happy Halloween

Halloween is almost among us and I am taking time to reflect upon a few things...

1. Remember when Friday the 13th was scary?
2. Was Nightmare on elm st or Childs play ever scary?
3. Throwing rotten or frozen eggs at unsuspecting people.
4. Snatching bags of candy from the hard workers.
5. Always having someone come to your class or school dressed in a Jason mask.
6. If you were a boy dressing as a ninja or a girl dressing as a princess.
7. Your teachers teasing their hair an calling that dressing up for halloween.

Vh-1's 100 Greatest Hip Hop songs...

Is really really sad and pathetic .
Block is hot, Hot in herre, lapdance, and get low.. Granted these are good songs, but are they hip hops greatest? These are not even the greatest songs of the respected rappers. Alot of raps biggest names got screwed.. Slick Ricks Children story not being inside the top 50 better yet the top 25. I dunno what really to say about this.. I could go on for days about this absurd garbage but I wont.. If someone thinks I am wrong comment and if you think I am right still comment.

10 club commandments

10 club commandments

Number one, you know you going out for fun/ keep a limit on your liquor and you won't have to run.

Number two, you know before the night is through/ there will prolly be a hater trying to ice grill you.Keep your Rollie's out the Sky, them thugs got eyes and what comes in the club yours might could end up mine.

Number three, ladies if you have to pee/ take your ass to the bathroom with somebody. Take your best friend Pam, the chick with no man/ She can be your force-field and get you out of a jam

Number four when you out on the dance floor/ keep your drink above your head and your balance for sure. Cause if your drink spills that ain't so trill/ you can slip and bust your ass and that's totally ill.

Number five, don't take your ugly friend/ cause the night will be over almost 'fore it begin, You'll be macking and free drinks will be flowing/ and all she can talk about is "When is we going?"

Number six, bring a wing man fo' sho'/ the club got a fine honeys mixed with ugly hoes. For you to have a dream he takes one for the team/ whether fat drunk or busted you know what I mean?

Seven, don't mix the booze my dog/ if its dark stick to it if, it's light go on. If you switch up the wine for the beer or the booze /you could end up with vomit all over your shoes

Number eight, don't make love in this club/ no matter what Usher says that ain't what's up. It's 2008 check the AIDS rate/ If you taggin' it then bag it up before it's too late

Number nine is for the dames use a fake name/ Cause every club is packed with a room full of lames. Your name is Sensation, without hesitation, and give that fool the phone number to the police station

Number ten always stay in touch with your friend/ via text or phone call before drama begins If five came out then five should come home /make sure you got vibrate on your cellular phone

These rules are fun but they for your own good, whether it's ladies night or it's boys in the hood. keep it trill keep it smart and keep your friends on you, you get caught slipping don't say I didn't warn you it's all fun and games but some one could get hurt an you don't want your family putting you in the dirt.

Stuff that upsets me

1. Whenever you are lucky enough to sit down on the train an then some bigger than life person believes that no matter how small the space in between you and the next person sitting down that they can fit there. I mean really, has it come to that. You willingly destroy the personal space that most people demand and need just to sit your fat ass down for two maybe three stops.
2. Drivers who are more concerned with their phones than actually driving.. I admit I suffer from some form of road rage, but their is no reason to be on your damn phone when you are clearly slowing down traffic and not to mention the danger you are posing to the other drivers and pedestrians.