Well, with only an hour left until my lab starts, I thought I'd fufill my blogging responsibilities, and post something.

The Birth of... Scarface

A couple of Saturdays ago, I went to my boy Lemar's job to chill out and drop a couple of CD's he lent me. When I was just about to leave, the rest of my kliq arrived, along with this Belvedere Vodka. Needless to say, there was gonna be a party that Saturday.
With no shot glasses, Lemar pulled out his 8 ounce glasses for "normal beverage comsumption." We figured nothing of it, a cup's a cup. Well, for the first time, I had Belvedere's Vodka, 8 ounces, straight up, without eating prior to stopping by. The first round was done, and it was time for the next one. We kept toasting to success, finishing college, and girls. Then I drank another, and another, and another, and another...
I woke up from what appeared to be the floor. I looked up, and the little bit of blue sky that was there when I walked in the joint turned into darknesss. I looked at my watch, which read 12:35PM, four hours after I came into the barbershop, where L works. I also noticed that I was still holding on to my glass, which was broken and empty. As certain sensations came back to me, I felt something sticking to my face. I pulled it out; it was a piece of the glass from the drinking glass I had, and it was attached to my cheek.
Wow, I replied.
My friends regained their cognitive sight, and noticed the blood beginning to fall from my face. "Hey yo, you bleeding," I remember one of them saying. So I got up (almost everything else appeared intact), and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I got out, a noticeable scar remained on my face, which everyone there, all blasted by the way, commented on.
They told me that we all took a cab home, each contributing $5 to $10 for the bill. The only thing I really remember with certainty was explaining to my PCBU's that I tried Vodka. When they asked if I had anything else with it, and I shook my head, my Pop laughed his head off, recommending me to sleep, saying that's all I'll be good for was sleep. Not one to argue with a master, I jumped to an awaiting bed, and fell asleep shortly thereafter.

Push
Imij (w. Stefan Turner)
Infinite Soca 2003

I went to work the following Wednesday, and the scar was the only thing my co-workers saw. Not me, but the scar that I carried was the focus of the day. Everyone tried finding out how it got there; from accusations of it resulting from an argument with my "girlfriend", to having a fascinating encounter with a cat, to breaking up a catfight. Determined not to tell them, I left it to their imagination to find out what happened. Even the manager, one who is used to just giving orders and having and in-and-out day, made some remarks about the scar on my face, in hopes I explained what happened.
Then, the bank opened.
My ususal Wednesday customers came in, and they too, wondered about the mark. One went so far as to say that from now on, they should call me Scarface. The remark caught on; and now everyone's calling me Scarface.

Not that I really mind being called Scarface, but I don't think I'd really suit that character well. No one's gonna replace Al Pacino, whose pictures are found everywhere in Brooklyn it seems. All I can do now is live with this tag name, until the scar goes away. But, I did learn one very important thing out of all of this:
Never drink more than 32 ounces of Vodka without eating.

Well then, the most obvious question: was I really drunk when I posted those freelances? Truth be told, I really don't know the answer to that question. Sober and sane, I'm not sure if I would able to compose something like that. Drunk and limp, I'm not sure if I would be able to type something like that, error-free and all. And I'm on Blogger Basic. So, I truly dunno if I was drunk or not.


Now you guys know something that none of my co-workers don't. I'm sure that's always good.

iTunes Music Giveaway

Out of $12 of 20oz Pepsi bottles I bought within the last couple of weeks, I have only lost 3 times. Yep, I'm on a roll with these free music giveaways, with my latest acquisition:

Whatever It Takes
Anita Baker
Compositions

My brother made an interesting argument a couple of nights ago: with all the Anita Baker stuff I've downloaded, wouldn't be easier if I just bought the CD? Yes, and no. Yes, because I would have the collection to myself, without having to need an iPod to listen to it. No, because all I have to do is buy and drink my favorite soda-pop to legally acquire the music. Come to think of it, it's 99 cents to buy the songs, but for 26 cents more, I get the soda too.
Not bad, eh?

The Vaja iVod 3GB leather case

After nearly a month of waiting, I finally got the case two weeks ago. And first up, talk about a snug fit?! Once I slid in my polished iPod inside, It was almost impossible to pull it back out! I rarely make such an attempt, until I want to listen to my iPod via my Sony mini-system. The buffed-up leather looks and feels great, and the simple vaja logo looks elegant. The thick plastic covers the LCD screen, and gives you better access to the touch-control buttons. All in all, it's everything I want in an iPod case; and it seems like the quest for a good iPod case has ended.
Rating: 10 out of 10

Some fellow iPodders have emailed me, asking me about the new Apple in-ear headphones. Well as I may or may not have stated earlier, the phones themselves produce crispier sound. There's some bass enhancement, but not enough to override the crispness of the sound. As for the silicone buds, the iBuds do not have the best silicone buds around. Sony, and Etymotic I hear, rule that department. Being a former Sony earbud user, I was not about to plunk another $50 for the worst ergonomically designed earbuds ever. So I held on to them the phones that broke, bought the iBuds, and replaced the silicone buds that came with the iBuds, with the large size buds that came with the Sony model. The result, a winning combination, that gives me the right kind of sound, the best feel, for $40.
Now, I figured that at one point in time, either I'm gonna lose one of the Sony silicon buds, or someone's going to want to know where to get some. All the research I've done leads to this place called Dale's Electronics on East 20th Street and 5th Avenue. I'll check back with you guys to see if they carry the replacement buds...

Until then, I'll see you later.