Another Lost Jacket

Background: The Boy has lost about 6 jackets this school year. He knows this burns me up … every time he comes home without a jacket I revoke his computer access which drives him crazy… Hence our conversation today when I met him at the bus stop.

Mommy to The Boy: Hello The Boy how was your day?
The Boy to Mommy: it was fine…
Mommy to The Boy: where’s your jacket?
The Boy to Mommy: Somewhere on the playground at school .. my friend hid it from me and I couldn’t find it before recess was over..
Mommy to The Boy: cool, no technology devices until you locate the jacket
The Boy to Mommy: You know what mommy, I think you are going about this punishment the wrong way …
Mommy to self: Really… a 7 year old is offering me advisement on discipline methods ????
Mommy to The Boy: ok The Boy… indulge me.. what am I doing wrong?
The Boy to Mommy: if you really want to punish me for not bringing my jacket home you should send me to school with no coat. I would be very cold and that would surely teach me a lesson…
Mommy to self: He’s so conniving ūüėí
Mommy to The Boy: Your logic makes sense… but I’m going to stick with my no technology leverage because I found it to be equally effective. ¬†Sending you to school with no jacket in the winter just makes me a debunk mommy…
The Boy to Mommy: Rats

Mommy = 1 – The Boy= 0

You ‘Bout A Dumb Bastard

LMMFAO…you are not going to believe this shit. So I am on the way back to my office for lunch, and I pass one of our facilities people, and like I always do, give a head nod and say what’s up. Now, this time, this guy stops and starts talking to me, while I have my head phones on, so I didn’t know he was talking at first.

So I stopped, took my headphones off, and he says, “you’re probably wondering why when you speak to me, I don’t speak back. It’s because a long time ago, you looked me dead in my face, and didn’t speak. And I fell like if people don’t speak to me, I’m not going to speak back when they start.” Now, this is coming from a young black guy who looks to be about 25-ish years old.

To which I tell him, “I don’t remember ever not speaking, because I speak to every brown person on this campus.” He says, “it doesn’t matter, because he remembers it.” I tell him, “you assume that I looked at you and ignored you, so you don’t speak back, ever?” I go on to say, “and that’s part of the problem, you assume that I slighted you in some way” and he cuts me off saying “I know that you saw me, because you looked me dead in my face, and that’s why I’m not going to speak to you.”

At this point, I really don’t give a damn, so I tell him, “hey, if that’s how you feel, that’s fine, but it’s not going to stop me from speaking to you and every other brown person I see. That’s just who I am.” I then put my headphones back on and finish the walk back to my office.

I just don’t get it, as a man, as a black man, you stop me to tell me that you don’t speak because you feel like I have slighted you in some way. then I tell you I had no idea that I slighted you, but you are still convinced that I did, and have made up your mind about what you perceive to be why I did something?

I just don’t understand what the hell is wrong with you people.

Gotta Catch ‘Em All

Pokemon Go is a new game that has a ton of people in love with it.  So much so that people are not paying attention to their surroundings.  There have been car accidents, people have been hit bay cars, fallen off cliffs, I forget how high of a cliff, but still a cliff.

All of that is going on…well earlier this week, as I left my building to go to lunch, I pass this young Asian woman walking on the sidewalk, carrying two cell phones. ¬†She stops, spins around to find her Pokemon, moves to where they are, and begins to toss out PokeBalls to catch her Pokemon.

Later that same lunch break, about 7 minutes later, a young Indian woman veers out into the street as I am driving, she wanders in front of my vehicle, but somehow realizes she is in the street, and quickly darts out of the way. ¬†Now if you know me, you know I would not hurt anyone who has not put their hands on me, or someone that I love, but she didn’t know that. ¬†LOL. ¬†And I won’t lie, it was a little fun to scare her a bit.

Moral of the story, if you want to play your games, go for it, play them and have fun.  Even if with two phones.  But by all means, please be aware of your circumstances.  Not everyone is going to be as nice of a driver as I am.

Be safe out there while playing.

Oh The Irony

Interesting that we live in a country that was founded on slavery, violence, murder, genocide, and all out war. ¬†Yet the current ruling class demands that you be peaceful when you protest their abuse of you. ¬†Now, I don’t know about you, but that makes no damn sense at all to me.

To me, it sounds like they want to keep you docile and accepting of the abuse they are dishing out to you.  Look at all the struggles that people of color in this country have had to endure.  Then remember that they told you that you were allowed to assemble peacefully to protest what was going on.

Then remember what the ruling class of this country did to gain its independence and you tell me, which method was more effective.

Rule #007, Be Excellent To Each Other

On Monday, as I was leaving for lunch, a student asks me for $0.05. ¬†Now, I don’t usually carry cash, so I gave her my BuzzCard and told her to just swipe it in the vending machine to get what she was going to get if I had the $0.05 to give her. ¬†And just for clarity, a BuzzCard is our on campus ID card, and you can put money on it to use at most places on campus. ¬†But back to the story.

So she has this look on her face of disbelief, and I have a look of confusion on mine. ¬†She then says that she can’t believe I did that. ¬†To which I told her, hey, if I can help when someone needs help, I help. ¬†I’m not sure if she was a grad student or not, but she was a brown skinned sista who was in need. ¬†Now, anyone who really knows me, knows that I believe that we have to look out for each other, because no one else is going to.

So as we are standing there, she proceeds to tell me how beautiful of a person I am for letting her use my BuzzCard to get what she was going to get. ¬†Now, it was something from the vending machine, and it was maybe $1.75, not a big deal at all to me, but I get that the gesture is what she was shocked by. ¬†She says how people just don’t stop and help other people these days, let alone just buy them what it is they were trying to get. ¬†We talked a for a bit, and then went our separate ways.

In life, we all have the power to help or harm people.  Which of those options we choose is completely up to each individual.  I choose to help people when I can, and I hope that my acts of kindness will influence others to do the same.  To me, those acts of kindness and our ability to help people are two of the most important reasons why we are here on this rock floating in space.

Dragon Con 2015

DragonCon 2015 has come and gone. ¬†I had a blast, but didn’t get my pictures uploaded as soon as I wanted. ¬†I didn’t take as many this year, mostly because I was having too much damn fun. ¬†But here are the ones I did take.

Safety Glasses

So we found out last week that because of the chemicals that are used in our labs, there will be some safety spot checks later this year, and then randomly to make sure people are practicing proper lab safety.  We work with a lot of chemicals, and there have been some explosions and leaks in some of the labs.  they are labs, and that is going to happen from time to time.IMG_3279

So even I am now required to put on a pair of safety glasses when I go in the labs. ¬†It’s no big deal to me, my attitude is, what works tells me to do at work, I do it, as long as I have no strong moral objection to what I am being told to do.

I had to pick up some surplus equipment this week and some of it had locks on it, and no keys were found. ¬†Honestly, I didn’t look that hard, because I was itching to use my new safety glasses. ¬†ūüôā ¬†So I grabbed the bolt cutters and began breaking locks. ¬†And yes, I am glad that I now have safety glasses, because while breaking the locks, a few pieces did fly back and hit me in the face. ¬†Mostly because of the way I was breaking the bolts. ¬†ūüôā

Moral of the story, even computer people need safety glasses. ¬†ūüôā

Sometimes I Forget That I Am An Adult

…and not in the way that you think. ¬†I have undergone a few transitions in my life. ¬†There was once a time where I was just a raging ball of anger and people didn’t like being around me. ¬†And those that did, they have no idea the amount of love I have for them, for putting up with me during a time where I was the worst kind of ass hole.

That being said, I can actually see that I am not that person any longer. ¬†I can actually see the person I am now, and how that person was shaped by they person I used to be. ¬†While I am no longer the ranging ball of anger I used to be, make no mistake. ¬†If you fuck with me or anyone I care about, I will still fuck you up, you just won’t see it coming. ¬†ūüôā ¬†And that is probably the way it should be.

What prompted this was a post that a friend of mine made about distance relationships.  My answer even shocked me a bit.  Not because I am not capable of giving good advice, not that I think I am better than anyone else, but sometimes I forget that I can be quite a deep person who can speak volumes about lots of things.  The old me was limited to a narrow range of topics.  Now that may have been self imposed or it was just a function of who I was at the time.  Either way, I have come a long way in a medium length of time.

I am very¬†proud of myself. ¬†And if you don’t think I should be, you can go fuck yourself. ¬†ūüôā