Well, someone had the nerve to send me 12 cents for my thoughts with Paypal yesterday. I dunno the nut that did it [even though I really shouldn't call him "nut"], but I guess my services are required. So here goes...

At the advice of my clique, the background color is now white. It makes things a little easier for the eye, and credits for the web page design are now visible beneath the blogspace. I now work on a new image to but on my page. But that will require time and patience. Because I won't do this again until sometime next year.
Which brings another interesting question: When do I take advantage of Verizon DSL's 10MB of webspace?? I guess the answer lies in when, and how, Tavie takes advantage of hers...

I finally bought the Rupee CD. Strange, because I need RAM for my computer. I need blank CD's for my backup files. I need a speakerphone attachment for my new Timeport. But with some of the saved dough I had, I spent $13.41 for a new Rupee CD. But... its long run value: priceless.

After being cell-free for two weeks, I finally realized what brought me into the 21st century in the first place: being the last to know everything. It feels weird calling friends at their house number now, with internet and other family uses. So the cellphone plays an intricate part in up-to-date and last-minute communications. For two weeks, I could have chilled with people I haven't seen in months. But, I was two weeks behind without my cell. So, at the behast of my mother (who absolutely adores Verizon), I paid $125 deposit and got a brand new, four year old, Motorola Timeport 8767 for Verizon Wireless.

What? Four years old, and brand new?

Well, the thought did cross my mind. It is kinda old, and the v60's are very hot and popular. But I don't give a damn: Startacs and I have had the best companionship since I can remember. And besides which, the only phone I've had that extends between my ear and mouth is a Startac or Timeport. Sprint phones may be cool, but according to sources, their service leaves much to be desired. At&t phones aren't as cool, and I know no one with any experience with At&T. Nextel wants $250 deposit, but the only reason I'd get it is so that I can go: "Alex come in..." with the walkie-talkie feature. I just got off of Voicestream, and to be honest, I have had no problems with Voicestream. My only hope is that T-Mobile, which is what it has become, is just as good. Cingular, well, is Cingular. While hot in California, is just starting in New York. And don't wanna end up like the World.com customers...
That leaves Verizon, and the option to consolidate DSL, local/long distance, and Wireless services into one bill. "How nifty," my mother thought. And so far, so good...

So how does it feel to be back in the game?
Good, I must say.

In four days, it will be Tuesday the 10th. This is important for several reasons:
1 - Hammerstein Ballroom. On the 8th, Sean Paul, Shaggy, and Beenie Man will be there performing. And everything is set... except the ride back home!
2 - Wednesday will be the 11th. A very serious day of rememberance. I'll probably post a prayer of best wishes to all that have lost. My little way of saying "I feel your pain." And thanks to our FDNY and NYPD might be order as well.
3 - The 15th. Tuesday will leave me 5 days to figure out what to get my 51-year old father what to get him for his birthday. Apparel is out of the question. Maybe some nifty tools and a pineapple cake might do the trick...
4 - Tuesday the 10th. The day itself holds strange yet great value. Tuesday is the birthday of someone who's turning 20. It is the 20th birthday of someone I knew for 7 or 8, 9 years I think. It is the birthday of someone I used to be cool with like brothers; of someone I used to call friend. But it's been 2 months, 9 months if I got the hint earlier, since the bond was broken. And I feel real strange. The better part of me is saying I should call him up, wish him well. Maybe, patch things up with him. I'll never know, maybe it might turn out good. But after nine months, the other part of me is saying to forget it. It will be the best way to get over the situation. Not looking back is just one way to move on, and is usually one of the best ways. But it's hard. And to give up on someone that was really there for you makes you wonder about things. Well, knowing me, I'll probably give my best shot, just to be on the right.

In other interesting news, I was at Costco some hours ago, and a West-Indian woman (late 30's/early 40's) was moving awkwardly slow trying to put her groceries in the cart. Too slow for me apparently, as I assumed position to put my stuff in the cart. This apparently offended her, to the point where she calls me pushy. Dismissing the situation (because I did have someplace to go; class being one of them), she continued on to say I need to see help and went about her business, still talking as she moved away. To make matters even more interesting, I see her again outside the store while awaiting my cab. And yet again, she calls me pushy. A nearby woman asks her if she has registered to vote, the West-Indian dismisses her with some sort of creole, now focusing her attention to me. Ignoring her, I put my groceries in plastic bags (no, you don't get them from Costco. Cool cats bring their own bags...) Realizing she still hadn't gone about her business, I softly reply "I apologize." Unfazed, she finally got the message and did in fact go about her business, still saying "You should see help; you're to pushy..."

Why did I, in fact, just post this?

Am I saying to myself that I do need help? Or is this to say that screwed is I if this woman should turn out to be the mother of a woman I might be interested in? God forbid she be the reason for me to breakup with... anyone. For a small world, it sure as hell is a weird one...

To conclude, I have noticed something interesting. A guy I know happens to hustle a lot. Between bills and new acquisitions, he needs the dough. I used to have this guy drop me home from time to time. But as I got to know him, it was as if we becama family or something. So, he began dropping me off for less than usual; I even got a driving lesson. But as time flew, and bills got higher, the importance level I had with the guy dwindled. Not by a tad or some small amount, but tremendously. It offends me somehow, because I never asked for this. I just seemingly flowed with everything, and now, when I call for a pick-up, someone else has to get the upper hand. Why, because my level of importance is not high anymore. How all of this fits together, I don't know. But in a nutshell, I gained a compadre, and lost a hustling cabbie.

What a life!

Well guy, I hope you got your 12 cents worth.