tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63314056099366264222024-03-12T16:12:45.244-07:00Sometimes I write, sometimes I wrongJay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-41001958724630742522011-07-04T02:09:00.000-07:002011-07-04T02:10:34.934-07:00FUCK THIS SHITI'm on tumblr now<br />http://jaygotjokes.tumblr.com/Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-58444798174373096772010-09-09T23:30:00.000-07:002010-09-09T23:38:17.391-07:00growthStill fine tuning my craft. I've gotten the comfortability on stage pretty much down...now I'm just writing and editing my act to make it flow right.<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/IQ__wrQeG10/hqdefault.jpg");" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQ__wrQeG10?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQ__wrQeG10?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-30340090116288854112010-09-01T11:04:00.000-07:002010-09-01T11:31:12.167-07:00hmmm...is this racist???Hello...it's John again. Remember a couple blogs back when I talked about the guy I grew up with who ended up being a stereotypical republican right winger? Well dude is back to his old tricks again... Dude posted a joke (and I use that term lightly) in his status. And the problem with it, besides it not being funny, is everything it implies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ9th0fdFj0dGs3-uAnHLSYDiebUBzFiz0PEBM7M-SB_W4d5AR-DyoC693CeQK_THL9AS7mGVdKLgWl-jlGoGI9RQwQ2fgEtwbT3VqgMWtcXdaMhITn22kWjK7mP2f_dPdd4MGliYumHn/s1600/bullshit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJ9th0fdFj0dGs3-uAnHLSYDiebUBzFiz0PEBM7M-SB_W4d5AR-DyoC693CeQK_THL9AS7mGVdKLgWl-jlGoGI9RQwQ2fgEtwbT3VqgMWtcXdaMhITn22kWjK7mP2f_dPdd4MGliYumHn/s400/bullshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512012659363161490" border="0" /></a><br />It's true what they say, if you just sit back and observe, you can learn everything you want to know about a person...because they'll show you themselves. <br /><br />I still am debating on whether or not it's worth it to comment on this. What do ya'll think?Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-40943887143309295902010-08-06T15:29:00.000-07:002010-08-06T15:30:45.117-07:00I crack myself up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrkwpFj-8dj6kXwtuEqpyCbAkcEQkMPjz2gOrHfsgqnNfpv4MLN31KrBtN8PSnlZzhjxCuPoRVx3-8BuFYcwfjQ61So2D8pIfOpUyzIHHGjmaLSkWJrJH3QiEMKkcZaoeegE0iI_311OE/s1600/ha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrkwpFj-8dj6kXwtuEqpyCbAkcEQkMPjz2gOrHfsgqnNfpv4MLN31KrBtN8PSnlZzhjxCuPoRVx3-8BuFYcwfjQ61So2D8pIfOpUyzIHHGjmaLSkWJrJH3QiEMKkcZaoeegE0iI_311OE/s400/ha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502427840471929666" border="0" /></a>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-27761121962848671952010-07-27T14:13:00.000-07:002010-07-27T14:18:32.473-07:00Ninja what?? Ninja who??(via http://daynanicole.posterous.com)<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Ns-kXeQCMk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Ns-kXeQCMk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-62870340731922096302010-07-16T09:06:00.001-07:002010-07-16T09:34:54.160-07:00??Objectively biased??So I'm on facebook when I come across this pic in a friend's photo album.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsD1fRvPljtY93fsMhAD9UBGVDhCSIHJpTbbgxeG4SWSmEnPyNu1mGpVelUDDqnWTDVJdfeWc5043pEGPPT2JoWhKwuo_K-kd9oWrkWQPH8WcQV4x9yhRabK3WG-fjxADppYAgy-7Rdlv/s1600/bullshit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsD1fRvPljtY93fsMhAD9UBGVDhCSIHJpTbbgxeG4SWSmEnPyNu1mGpVelUDDqnWTDVJdfeWc5043pEGPPT2JoWhKwuo_K-kd9oWrkWQPH8WcQV4x9yhRabK3WG-fjxADppYAgy-7Rdlv/s400/bullshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494536370424769074" border="0" /></a><br />Come to find out guy a grew up with has different political (opinions/allegiances/etc) than I do. No biggie. It happens. My problem is, shit likes this irks the fuck out of me. Like seriously, after seeing this I debated with myself on whether to even say anything at all. I think by now we should all be familiar with how folks on either side with strong views such as this tend to be. Basically, unmovable in their positions.But I just had to say something...This was what I initially came up with (I'm John)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSbeFfOtZZ9dV4l5Z9qa-0EesgTgmFYzfNo-tzwEsgZFfDyTei8pDG5SJk1QaE7p6oAHUbpX_ESUfrqU-hG-MGxdS1gvMBQtfUE96szCb-mtgW88g6JjTanTYI1nMvpwRTsNJizwr4qrz/s1600/more_bullshit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSbeFfOtZZ9dV4l5Z9qa-0EesgTgmFYzfNo-tzwEsgZFfDyTei8pDG5SJk1QaE7p6oAHUbpX_ESUfrqU-hG-MGxdS1gvMBQtfUE96szCb-mtgW88g6JjTanTYI1nMvpwRTsNJizwr4qrz/s400/more_bullshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494541020729142498" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty straight forward. And I even attempted to be objective...or as objective as a person defending another person can be. But even after all that, the homey (disappointingly) replied in the fashion that (Republicans/conservatives/tea party folks) have been characterized to make.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7AiRaGEGpb77hZZCCDn8fLir5QpB3x28E3-gpFWo0K25O4SlOMvafPYGBwtcAv1lH83HWhQ1z_Bys7TbDN7mifg7pn4TrKfTeiyntpPkr9LIH8z6EW3KWMfHNSKELtGPj6zSTf1BhC1c/s1600/mo_bullshit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 44px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7AiRaGEGpb77hZZCCDn8fLir5QpB3x28E3-gpFWo0K25O4SlOMvafPYGBwtcAv1lH83HWhQ1z_Bys7TbDN7mifg7pn4TrKfTeiyntpPkr9LIH8z6EW3KWMfHNSKELtGPj6zSTf1BhC1c/s400/mo_bullshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494542351194422530" border="0" /></a><br />Smh... I dunno if I'm foolish for even trying or cocky for thinking that I can get everyone to think like me...OR BOTH. Yet I'm always compelled in these situations to say something.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-51812592164248920672010-07-02T15:22:00.000-07:002010-07-02T16:30:31.207-07:00Com mo deeComedy is fucking awesome. And yes I meant to say "awesome".Like I wish I had gotten into it earlier. I haven't been this excited being creative since I was a little ankle biter drawing (because I never scribbled) on whatever piece of paper I could round up. 20 some odd years later I've been battered and bruised by folks that don't understand the fact that just because we love our jobs doesn't mean we want to do it for next to nothing. Don't get me wrong I still love to create through drawing and what not... but I like a quick turn over. Back in the day in school when I was drawing for myself I'd get love from myself and others who observed it and that was the pay off. Then when I made it an avenue of income shit got real. Come to find out people generally don't care about art. Mainly because in schools when people are taught about art...NO ONE IS EVER TAUGHT HOW MUCH PEOPLE WERE PAID FOR THESE FAMOUS ART WORKS... I mean that and this fuckin starving artist shit thats goin around. Just because it's a cliche don't mean you should contribute to it bastards...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanywho. I'm back in that innocent phase now. I love performing. I love it that the reward (laughter) is quick. The only downfall is that, unlike with art which getting your fix is only a pen and a random piece of paper away, I need a stage and an audience to do comedy. To better accustom myself to the intricacies of comedy I need a stage, a mic, and an audience. That sucks. My broke ass needs to get my car up and running again. I need to get my stage time up son.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-46909922096867062432010-06-27T04:29:00.000-07:002010-06-27T05:13:06.172-07:00Rolling with the punchesWell last night I performed in my very first paid gig. Definitely a landmark for me. Not really happy how it turned out. No so much the show but my performance.<br /><br />Lemme explain...<br />First and foremost the show entitled "Tokes and Jokes" took place in a former factory building. This ended up being cool and wack at the same time. Cool because it's just an interesting buiding to be in and whack because it was like 70+ degrees with only one fan. At times waiting for that breeze to come around was like waiting for the bus to come...smh.<br /><br />Anywho...<br />The title again for the event was "Tokes and Jokes" it was a medical marijuana event...pretty cool. I figured to myself "how hard could it be to make a bunch of weed heads laugh?"...And for the first half of the show I was right...the other comedians had pretty much no problem getting a high crowd to laugh. But after about a good 2 hours of comedy and an intermission that included a spectacle called the weed olympics, highs started coming down. The heat started becoming more of a factor. 3/4 of the crowd went home.<br /><br />In these settings you just have to LOVE performing. Which I do. Unfortunately I haven't developed that "don't give a fuck" (trait/quality/skill) yet. Ya see...the relationship between the comedian and the audience is a lot like a boxing match. A (good/tough) (comedian/boxer) can keep his head despite taking punishment from the(opponent/crowd) because they always know there is always the possibility that they can knock them out at any time. Whenever a (comedian/boxer) forgets that this happens...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI3AlHt_2lI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xI3AlHt_2lI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />The weird thing is, despite the small crowd I still got laughs. What got to me was this one couple. I'm positive the reason that I let them get to me was because they were black. And in my mind I figured if I can make them laugh then I'm really doing something. Which was more or less me stereotyping. Who knows what the reason was for them not laughing and giving me what I perceived to be the "nigga get off the stage" look was. The point is I shouldn't have let them faze me. I instantly felt bad after I got off stage. I should've stayed on and performed more. Stuck it out... "Rolled with the punches"<br /><br />Ya live and ya learn.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-46399424448136362712010-06-19T08:03:00.001-07:002010-06-19T08:25:02.868-07:00uh huh yepWell... what's going on in my life.<br /><br />I haven't been able to get to a stage since I last recorded my last vid. So I'm anxious as fuck.<br />What's been on my mind since then more or less:<br />-Gotta get more stage time<br />-Gotta start hosting open mics<br />-Gotta figure out how other comedians are opening for more established comedians.<br /><br />Gotta get shit rolling.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-31604811180754477502010-06-04T07:46:00.000-07:002010-06-04T07:50:30.510-07:00More standup from yours truly<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7P4dNHdsPw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7P4dNHdsPw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hk_qsyNWnA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3hk_qsyNWnA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-1181108128444200372010-06-02T13:00:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:07:04.762-07:00Off top right quick...Excuse me<br />I'm just writing<br />just passing thru<br />Just waving<br />Just greeting<br />saying "Hi" to you<br />Yet sometimes I seem high to you<br />Never my intent to apply to you<br />You're in my business<br />I'm tryin to be less of a private dudeJay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-20647822162794438972010-06-02T11:24:00.000-07:002010-06-02T11:37:52.810-07:00Ring around the collarNow maybe I'm just biased because I'm a man...but all this "woe is me I'm getting older and yet I'm still not married" shit is for the birds.<br /><br />It's a wedding ring, not a drivers license...not a (insert better metaphor here)...<br /><br />Basically, there is no cut off age for this shit. So in the mean time, have fun. Date. Or better yet do shit that wouldn't be appropriate while being in a relationship or married.<br /><br />Chill the fuck out.<br /><br />LIVE!<br /><br />Marriage is some uber difficult shit. Don't believe me? Check out the statistics. The last thing you want to do is rush into it.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-76084808724086664922010-05-29T13:37:00.001-07:002010-05-29T13:38:36.374-07:00Soooo...about this oil spill in the Gulf...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2h5t7Ye2L1qzegz5o1_500.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2h5t7Ye2L1qzegz5o1_500.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-13082049027495645702010-05-27T11:02:00.000-07:002010-05-27T11:13:53.906-07:00English??!! Muthafukka Do you speak it?!?!?Sooo...I'm on facebook reading statuses...when a friend of mine puts up a status asking at what age is it dangerous for women to have children.<br /><br />A couple responses down a lady responds with a sad story of how she knows that after 35 child bearing becomes dangerous. Basically, someone close to her died. The thing that fucked me up though was the fact that she spelled "buried" as "bearded"... So her close friend at age 35 gave birth, was bearded, and now is gone.<br /><br />No one had the courage to correct her spelling. So I had to use every moral and ethical cell in my body to hold back from laughing at such a fucked up sentence.<br /><br />I know...I can be a jerk sometimes.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-12881113657933180822010-05-25T09:50:00.000-07:002010-05-25T10:06:24.305-07:00The study of stupidI apologize if I've written about this before...because I know I've spoken about it many times.<br /><br />But It really upsets me that I live in a country (and ultimately a world) that reminisces back on times where oppression was king and thinks this is a heritage worth hanging on to. I'm talking specifically about the confederate flag. You've seen it numerous times. Whenever folks try to be rid of it on a large scale (take it out of state flags etc.). Ignorant folks come out the wood works talking about ya'll trying to take away a piece of my heritage. That's our culture you're tampering with. How folks can't see how absurd this is alludes me.<br /><br />It came to me the other day that racial oppression is more or less like bullying...times like 1000. Could you imagine if your childhood bullies grew up talking about you see this spitwad...This is apart of my culture...My family has been giving swirlies for generations how dare you take that from us. People would look at them like they were crazy... or at least, I would like to think so... More than likely I'm just giving people too much credit.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-87156334428179256702010-05-23T09:53:00.000-07:002010-05-23T09:58:49.989-07:00ummm...Yo...Peace and love to all my followers...especially if you actually check my blogs out. What I've noticed recently is I've been getting responses in some Asian font and or language. I have no idea what any of it says...but I'd like to. Hopefully it's not spam or something like that. That would be disappointing. I've clicked on the bloggers names connected to the comments but I don't see any pictures nor do I see any blogs on the pages so.....<br /><br />If anyone has a solution to how I could find out for sure I'd appreciate it.<br /><br />ThanksJay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-18518196250538319902010-05-11T10:28:00.000-07:002010-05-11T11:01:20.583-07:00A case of the mondays (bitter beer)Sometimes it doesn't pay to be nice to everybody.<br /><br />So today I woke up, got hit with the bad news wrote a blog about it, then hit back to my room to sleep off some of the gloominess. In the mean time in between time, whenever I'm feeling really down I always try to keep up the visual "I'm ok" look. Mainly because there is nothing worse than a bunch of folks who could really give 2 fucks about you asking you "what's wrong?", or "are you ok?". That shit is for the birds. So I always try to keep up the facade.<br /><br />So, I'm chilling in my room lights off taking a nap, when out of nowhere the janitor pops in and decides to clean my bathroom. Dude was about as tactful as dynamite fishing. SMH. But I'm trying my best not to sweat it because like I said before...keeping up the facade. Dude sparks up some small talk asking me where I'm from. I tell him (Maryland). I ask him the same. He answers (Michigan his whole life)...Then for some reason this white janitor decides to tell me that he's married to a Philipino woman 30 years his junior (he's 60)...and that they just had a child together that's now 6 months old. He also tells me that he was somewhat disappointed that his child has his skin color and not his wife's...Blah blah blah and some other bullshit that was unauthentic...It's at this time that I say to myself "FUCK!"<br /><br />I fucking hate it when I'm talking to someone outside my race and they try to fucking pander to me on some race shit. That shit is phoney as shit. Just because you can stick your fucking dick inside another race doesn't make you a civil rights activist asshole. SMH.<br /><br />But that's not all. After talking that shit...he says "I don't really care about color anyways"...and I think "awesome...end of conversation"...But I'm wrong. This fuck brings up the bible and then proceeds to tell me a very contridictory tale about how he thinks the Bible says that Black people are cursed...Then the fuck follows it up by saying that back in slavery times that many black people betrayed their own by selling them into slavery. He says it in a way that lets you know he thinks in his tiny brain that betrayal is something unique to just black people.<br /><br />And just when dude finishes up his bullshit tirade and gives me a space to shut him THE FUCK UP, a nurse comes in and gives me some punk ass tests. And he wanders off to who knows where. Leaving me pissed for a number of reasons..<br /><br />1.I let that fuck tell me to my face that God cursed Black people.<br />2.I let that fuck tell me to my face that God cursed Black people.<br />3.I let that fuck tell me to my face that God cursed Black people..and get away with out either (a)Punching the old out of his 60 year old ass (b)Telling him the truth (c)telling him he's an idiot (d)all of the above.<br /><br />I'm still arguing with myself wondering if I took the high road or punked out. Money is on the line in there somewhere.<br /><br />What a fucking day this is so far...Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-75840887874427726572010-05-11T06:26:00.000-07:002010-05-11T06:36:19.327-07:00----$----Damn son. Shit is falling apart all around me. No sign of hope in sight. One of the only job prospects I had lined up just told that I'm ineligible for the job because my driver's license was suspended. That shit is news to me because I've never gotten so much as a letter informing me so. Shit, my car has been out of commision since December. I got a fucking degree and can't seem to do shit with it as far as bringing in a steady income. Shit is bleek as fuck right now. I don't know what to do. I may <strong>HAVE</strong> to join the military after all. I can't take much more of this jobless shit. I'm a fucking man. I should be able to support at LEAST myself at bare minimum.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-39777683695404891462010-05-10T17:33:00.000-07:002010-05-10T17:58:34.379-07:00Ni99az is broke...Ni99az is broke these days...I'm talking broke on some where the fuck are all the kings horses and all the kings men to put my life back together broke. Shit is hectic. I'm knocking on desperate's door Jehovah's Witness style...Nigga I know you in there...<br /><br />Get the picture?<br /><br />Anywho...I've sold my body to science. No bullshit. For the past 7 days I've been confined to a hospital with the stipulations that I have to:<br /><ul><li> eat everything they give me (3 big meals and 3 snacks a day)</li><li> get blood drawn daily, and on two days out of the process I have to have blood drawn every 20 minutes.</li><li>get injected with growth hormone four times every day.</li><li>two days out of the process I have to pee in a jug for the whole day (for urinalysis)</li><li>and finally I have to have 2 rice-sized pieces of muscle cut out of my leg for sampling.</li></ul><p>The whole process is 2 weeks long. I'm halfway finished. When I'm done I get a stack (1 thousand bucks). </p><p>Is it worth it? Personally I'd rather just have a fucking job. But eh...</p>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-50550700922424191362010-04-26T10:12:00.000-07:002010-04-26T10:24:01.502-07:00Pulling teethHaving friends that see their own talents...and pursue them career-wise is a recent phenomenon for me. So the whole concept of people having to beat people over the head in order for them to check out your "talent" is fairly new to me as well. I've always been the type of person that'll give the friend a shot though. If you have a book or a blog, I'll read it. If you do things musically, I'll give it a listen. Etc. It never occurred to me tho that some people would be resistant to checking out your stuff until I personally experienced it. A person told me straight up before they saw anything that they didn't want to see me perform because they don't like to see people fail. Sounds kinda harsh, and more than likely I'm sure it could have been phrased WAY better but I know get the gist of what they were talking about. When people you are close to get into things that require talent it often means that you end up being the first person to have to judge that talent. It's all good if they're good but if they're not sometimes it means you'll be forced to lie to them...or if you're a gangster, telling em straight up tat you're not feeling their stuff. Which can possibly put a strain on ya relationship.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-45730434968846368822010-04-19T21:32:00.000-07:002010-04-19T21:53:10.660-07:00presto-change-oIt's wild how things change. How things that were once so solid seem to evaporate into the atmosphere...and vice versa.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-26286581791477821832010-04-08T16:53:00.000-07:002010-04-08T16:55:55.903-07:00I promised and therefore I shall deliverThis set comprises of mostly new jokes but. It went over pretty well. I'm sure once I perform it more it'll clean itself up. But the crowd seemed to like it...Check it out...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVdpa-KU7yU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVdpa-KU7yU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-38365793820140232582010-04-05T08:57:00.000-07:002010-04-05T09:04:39.064-07:00grinds my gearsI hate when old folks talk that "good old days" bullshit...Fuck u talkin about??? You didn't have any rights!!! Talking about times were better...smh.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-74058680232819696942010-04-03T13:54:00.001-07:002010-04-03T14:12:00.607-07:00Sometimes you just have to be like... "fuck it"Alright...I finally gathered up the guts to post the vid from that fateful night....The comedy competition.<br /><br />It was my third time performing in front of a crowd (of non-peers). I was nervous. I was drunk. I said "you know" WAY TOO MANY TIMES...smh @ myself. I messed up some of my big jokes (1:37-4:00). I had a lot on the line...a cash prize of 200 bucks. I lost to somebody I previously didn't even consider to be competition. So after it went down and it didn't go favorably I took it kinda hard... but now I'm a little more comfortable with it because I've gotten better...<br /><br />**Disclaimer** This comfort could very well leave tomorrow or in an hour...or right after I hit the "publish" button...So check it out while you can.<br /><br />Anywho... here it is<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEUbEosaC1c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEUbEosaC1c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I still plan on filming and taping myself this wednesday. I should be performing. I spoke to the club today and they said I'm an alternate...Go figure...I call in and am still an alternate.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331405609936626422.post-17707096051439587722010-04-02T14:31:00.000-07:002010-04-02T14:51:18.493-07:00Now you see it...now you don'tIn a few month I've gotten so confident in my stand up skills that I think I'll finally share it with my blog. I called yesterday to get on the local comedy club showcase open mic list...and considering how I've been able to get a walk on spot to the list the past 2 weeks I should be able to get a spot the legitimate way(calling in)...Or at least you would think right?<br /><br />So in the event that everything goes as planned I'll video tape and post the act on the blog. This time I'll try not to pump fake.<br /><br />To be continued April 8th....<br /><br />------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Also next week:<br /><br />I get my "lab rat" on at U of M....should be interesting. And on April 10th I celebrate my 28th year on this planet. Should be fun. I'll be sure to blog about both later.<br /><br />Peace and love ya'll.Jay_feverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18248100404614945499noreply@blogger.com1