Dealing with insomnia, and a broken wrist while thinking of old jobs I've had

Oh, man, having a broken wrist sucks! And not only does it hurt, but it wont let you sleep.
It is 2:33 in the morning and I am wide-awake. You see, being that I am not using the arm much, the nerves decide that they want to play late at night. That keeps me up more then the pain does. My arm feels as if it want to do windmills.

So I am all dazed and sleepy with an arm that wants to do circles in the air. It sucks I tell you!
But alas, being up this late got me to thinking about all the jobs I have had, or at least the ones I can remember at this moment. Damn I have had more then my fair share of jobs. Some I miss and some I don’t.
Here is a list of the ones I can remember, along with the injuries I've accrued.

X-pert messenger service
Yes, I was a “New York City Messenger”. Not a bad gig, but all I can remember from this job, is wearing a tie, in august in NYC walking a lot and sweating my ass off.
Injuries: sprained ankle

D.M.B. &B
Another messenger service, but this one was being an in house messenger, I only did deliveries for that one company, so no random deliveries, pretty much the same destination. I was fired from this company and the company above at the same time.
Isn’t that some Bullshit!
You see my so-called cousin got me the job in both companies while he lived with us, but once momma kicked him out, I somehow lost my jobs. Hmmmmmmmmmmm
Injuries: Hurt pride

Family Pet Center
Working at a pet store, now this job rocked! Working with kool people, good-looking girls and in a mall, now this was fun job. I learned a lot about how much fun animals are when you’re tripping on acid. In addition, I read a lot, and spent a lot of time in the mall. Oh yeah, I worked in two other stores at the same time.
Injuries: sunburned eyeballs, concussion, various animal bites

Music land
Oh yeah, dream job time. What more would a musician want as a job then working in music store? This was fun while it lasted
Injuries: none

Sam Goody
Oh yeah, another music store. This one sucked big time. We had to play certain music and push to sell certain items. This job was a total bummer.
Injuries: None

Service Directions
I was the “Maytag Man”. I had my little uniform and all. I once called a radio station, got on the air, requested a song, and got denied my request because according to the commercial, the “Maytag Man” doesn’t really work. I quite this job with flare. I cursed people out, got loud and even threw my work keys at my boss. Felt great.
Injuries: Cut my thigh with a blade

Marquez pavers
This was where I learned how to be a man. I remember waking up with the sun, sweating or freezing all day, having hands so scraped and dry from working all day with bricks. Constant lower back pains, and headaches from being out in the sun all day. This job sucked. However, it had it moments. I learned a lot there. I also grew a lot. In addition, I made good money. I even got a shot at owning my own business with this company..
Injuries: Smashed fingers, scrapped and raw fingertips, herniated spinal disc

E&J Contracting
Owning my own company with my best friend, this was it. I quickly learned the valuable lesson that friends and money, should not mix. Hence me working for “The Man at the current moment.

I Love N.Y. Pizza
I was a pizza delivery boy. A damn kool one at that!

Software E.T.C.
A video game store. Oh, man I was in heaven. I got to borrow any game I wanted, play my music all day while I worked, run scams in the store that enabled me to make extra cash, and pretty much do what I want. Kool gig got me through school.
Injuries: None

Poppy’s Deli
A little, side gig I had while I was finishing school. I had fun, gained weight, made some money, al in one summer.
Injuries: sliced my thumb on the meat slicer

Cablevision
First job offer after graduation, 911 going on at the same time take what ever I could. I made friends, money, and enemies. I was the “Cable Guy”. I got fired for some bullshit. Ah well, life goes on. I do miss that job though.
Injuries: Fractured ankle had a slipped and herniated spinal disc.

U.S.I.S./Vantage
Installing cell phone antennas is not that much fun. Being on the top of buildings or water towers in the dead of winter freezing my ass off, I only lasted three months there.
Injuries: None

R-Tegan General contracting
Doing just that, general contracting, what is funny is the owner worked for me when I had my company. Life is funny huh? I learned a lot here. Got to work with a friend, laugh and have a good time. Some times. The owner was a dick at times. Felt like killing him often. Had my opportunities.
Injuries: Too many to name

Mark Buick
I was the parts person at a car dealership, boring. I was there for a year, and then got laid off due to our slow economy. More things that make life fun.

R.M.C.B.
My current job. I am a “Computer Operator” and I break my wrist? The least dangerous of all my jobs, and this happens. How does this happen to me?
Damn I need to sleep.
Till next time….

On medical leave for a bit

Hello all, I am assuming you all have read my last post. Therefore, as you all know I am seriously hurt. I can only type with one hand. And typing with one hand is annoying.

Therefore, I am writing to let you all know that I am taking a break from blogging for a bit.
Why you ask? Well do me a favor try typing with one hand. Let me how it goes. Write me an email or two. Then you will see how annoying it is. In addition, I have metal rods going into my bone in my left arm.

That hurts.

So do not be mad at me, I have a doctor’s note.
Till next time….

Hurt!

7:27 pm, a lil over half an hour before I’m out of here. I get to go home, chill out watch “Heroes” aight, cant wait until 8 o clock”.
“Should I play solitaire until eight or should I restock our paper supply?”
“Hmmm, re-bills will be coming in tomorrow so let me get a few boxes down so my boss “Bob” will be kool with me in the morning”.

I grab the big grey ladder and walk it over to where we keep our “Z” form.
“I’ll bring down 4-5 boxes, load up the wall and that should make time fly”.
Up the ladder I go, there is like 3-4 boxes up here, let’s bring em down. I toss two boxes down and begin to climb down, but then I notice a box in the back.
“Damn, now I gotta climb out and grab this one”

I climb out the ladder and step onto the shelf. I reach over to the box and I grab the strap that is wrapped around the boxes. You see these boxes have straps around them, so picture a box with two yellow plastic straps on them. I yank the strap in an attempt to pull the box close to me, only to have the strap snap.

Now this has happened to me often. The paper companies are saving money by making thinner and cheaper straps, so these babies snap often. Its very frustrating but you get used to it. One thing though.

I have never had one snap at this height and with me a lil off balanced. I fell back, saw my left foot miss the steps on the ladder and down I went. When I landed, all I heard was a low crack sound. Sounded like the snapping of a candy bar. That bugged me out.
I laid on the ground and thought, “I should just stay on the ground till someone comes, but damn I work alone at night!”

Get up James!

I get up and notice my wrist, “Holy shit! My wrist is fucked up!” is all I can say. Seriously folks my wrist looked like an accordion, it was that messed up. I attempt to straighten it out by pulling on it and oh man, did I feel pain.
Must get to a hospital is all I am thinking.
I walk into my office, check to make sure the last job I started is still running and then I call my boss.

Me: Ummm, hi Bob
Him: Hi James, what is up?
Me: Can I go home?
Him: Why what’s wrong?
Me: I just fell off the ladder getting some stock paper and I think I broke my arm, I need to go, and I have to get to a hospital.
Him: James do not leave I am calling an ambulance
Me: Bob, I cant afford the ambulance my insurance hasn’t kicked in yet
Him: Don’t worry about that now, workers comp will handle it, it’s a work related injury. What’s important is your health right now, I’ll call you back in one minute, don’t go nowhere.
Me: Ok, thanx bob, I’ll wait for your call.

And that was my Monday night. See what I mean?
If it were not for bad luck, I would have none.
I’m sure you guys would love for me to continue the story, but at the moment I am in way too much pain to keep typing with my one good hand. I just wanted to let you all know that I am seriously hurt now.

My left wrist is totally destroyed from the fall. I have metal rods and wires attached to pins going through it now. Fucking hurts, I tell you. I’ll be sure to write again very soon and continue with the story but for now I just hope all is well for everyone.
Till next time….

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Teenage sexual drive

“It is time to grow the fuck up” were my exact words to him. Why did I say that to him you ask? Because I’m right. There comes a time in a man’s life when a 4-6 minute sex drive just isn’t sufficient

Let me let you in on the rest of this conversation to clear up the chaos in my statement.

My boy (name kept out for privacy) came by yesterday to chill and watch that shitty baseball game. Throughout the game, our conversation switched onto the topic of sex somehow.

I had said to him,
Me-“You haven’t gotten laid since 1995,” he replied with,

Him- “Nah, I got laid a couple of weeks ago”

Me- “Your lying”

Him- “Nah I’m not, for real bro, a couple of weeks ago I got laid”

Me- “ok, describe to me the event”

Him- “I met this girl through my cousin and we called each other a few times, so she invited me over, we smoked a spliff and then got busy”

Me- “Ok, what happened afterwards, you lying sack of shit”

Him- “Ummm, afterwards I relit the spliff and then bounced when I was done”

Me- “Did you offer her a hit? Did you talk to her afterwards? Did you even cuddle or anything? You just pulled out, took off the condom and lit a spliff? No talk no kiss anything?”

Him- “Yeah, basically that was it”

Me- “Before you left, did you say anything to her, did you give her a hug, a kiss, or even a pat on the back”

Him- “No, should I? Dude I got mine that’s all that mattered”

Me- “Ha! And you wonder why you never slept with a women more then once huh? Dude the time when you fuck vigorously for a few minutes is over. You are a grown man. Enjoy your time with the woman. Have her remember you in a good way. Right now, I bet she is telling everyone how wack of a lay you are. You went in there like a fucking teenager, no foreplay or anything, you smoked had sex, really fast mind you, then got up when it was over, sparked a philly smoked, didn’t even offer her any, and left”

Him- “Yeah that was it; I don’t see anything wrong with it”

Me- “Huh! Are you serious, did you listen to what I said? Dude she gave herself up to you, and the way you repaid her was by basically masturbating with the help of her body. You just went into her, pumped really hard and fast I bet, and that was it. Dude you’re a grown man, it is time to act like one, especially in the bedroom”

Him- “You really know how to make me feel like shit. Sometimes I wonder why I even tell you things”

Me- “This is the reason why you tell me these things, because you need to be taught the error of your ways. Bro you are a grown man, you can’t be fucking like some typical project teenage punk. There is no race to an orgasm, are you even experiencing anything? Really, think about it. You are pretty much jerking off in her body. You are not feeling all around inside of her, rubbing the walls enjoying your time in there. Keep this up and you will never sleep with a woman twice”

Him- “Your probably right, but she isn’t my girl or anything important like that”

Me- “So what! Dude she is a woman that is giving herself up to you and you repay her with a vigorous 5 minute pumping action. That is sad, and how did you leave huh?”

Him- “I said check ya later”

Me- “So you didn’t even tell her you would call, or that there would be another time. Did you even kiss her on the check?”

Him- “No, I just said check you later and bounced”

Me- “I bet you she called all her friends and told them how wack and immature you were”

Him- “Nah, you think?”

Me- “Think? I know she is. One thing I do know in this world is women. And she is regretting having sex with you, she is ripping you to shreds with her friends, and you will never ever get a second chance with her. Why you ask? Because you fucked like a kid! It is time to grow the fuck up! You want women to remember you for good things, not for embarrassing yourself in that way”

Him- “You might be right but fuck it, I got mine”

Me- “And it is selfish and immature thinking like that, that will keep you from becoming a man”

Him- “Fuck you bitch I am a man”

Me- “Yeah but you fuck like a teenager. Grow up”


Do you people agree with what I said to him?
Till next time….

For my readers

Hello blog world. What is going on out there? As most of you know I am the type of person that feeds off of people reactions to what I write and say. So I am asking you my “Readers” if there is anything that you would like me to write about, or discuss, or even tell me to stop writing, feel free to send me an email at jimvelez@hotmail.com. I will reply to those that merit a reply and I will tackle any issue you guys feel that I should.

Feel free to write anything to me. Ask questions, look for advice, send me pics, anything. I just wanna make you all smile. Seems like an easy enough task. A “Dear Jmfv” would be funny, or me writing on an issue that you would like me to write on would also be fun.

Bottom line, I am bored. Give me something to do to entertain you all if not, there will be tons of “Semen” influenced blogs.

Till next time....

Something To Play

A couple of weeks ago I got a scanner. I have not had one in a long time, forgot how much fun they are. This time I went and found a lot of my old drawing and I scanned a bunch of them on to my pc. I like how the drawings I scanned somehow look damn good. Damn, let me find out I had talent. (lol)

If you wanna check em out their in one of my “Myspace” picture folders.

Ok, let me not get sidetracked here. This blog is about one of drawings I scanned. It is a pretty crappy face, and me being me decided to write a poem on it.

I think?

To be honest, I do not remember how or when I did it, but I do know it was about 15 years ago, (Damn I am getting old!). I might have written it and drawn it at separate times. I see that there is a coffee stain on it, but other then that, I am lost. I don’t even know if I named it or if it was something I just jotted down real quick.

Nevertheless, what strikes me is that this reminds me of a poem I have recently written. Seems I haven’t developed much huh? (lol)

Well here it is, enjoy.
Till next time….

Wake up everybody

While driving to work today, this song came on. It’s called “Wake up everybody” by Harold Melvin and the Blue notes”. Believe it or not, this is an oldie, but still a goodie. Now more then ever, these lyrics make so much sense. We all need to wake up a bit. All of us.
Till next time….

Wake up everybody no more sleepin in bed
No more backward thinkin time for thinkin ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be so
there is so much hatred war an' poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to whatcha have to say
Cause they're the ones who's coming up and the world is in their hands
when you teach the children teach em the very best you can.

Chorus
The world won't get no better if we just let it be
The world won't get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me.

Wake up all the doctors make the ol' people well
They're the ones who suffer an' who catch all the hell
But they don't have so very long before the Judgement Day
So won'tcha make them happy before they pass away.

Wake up all the builders time to build a new land
I know we can do it if we all lend a hand

Get paid to blog

All righty folks. About a month ago, I got my first check as a writer. By that I mean that I got paid to write for the first time in my life. How you ask? Easy, I signed up with this company called “Gajillion.com”. (click on the link)

What they are is a company that realizes the power of bloggers. They know we hold weight with our words. Hence, they use us to get the word out there for their products. This simply means you are given a product to try and then you write a review on it. Moreover, here is the process for which they go by; they set you up with an “Encounter link” that you place in your blog for your readers to click. Now each click generates .15 cents for you. Not bad, considering that “Google” does something similar called “Ad Sense” in which they place an ad in your blog and you generate .10 cents per click.

With this company, you get a whole nickel more than with “Google”. You can also reject any job that is tossed your way. Translations, no obligation makes this a kool gig. I mean for just trying something out, and writing a review on it, you can generate a few extra bucks a week. Moreover, this company pays. I am living proof of that. I photo copied my check and invoice for proof of my first payment as a writer.

“Bloggers” hit this site of “Gajillion.com”(click on the link) for more info on it and be sure to tell them that I sent you.

Till next time….

My last free thought

My last free thought



Our world, as we know it
Has changed
With everything around us
Rearranged
As Nostradamus scripted
“Man made mountains shall plunge into the sea”
And now were all afflicted.
Some of us still in shock
Mouths open
As if they’re sucking on a cock
War is upon us
As written in some crazy scriptures
Now all we can do,
Is to look back,
At our old pictures
Or recall from memory
Sit down and tell the horrendous story
If the writings on the wall hold true
For a long time we all will be feeling blue
“Twenty and seven years”
Is what was written
All this chaos for what I say
Lets just be kids
Go outside and play
Go quick before the sun goes out
Don’t listen to the wrong people
Scream and shout
Our world has changed
With everything around us
About to be rearranged
Good luck to us all
Hoped you enjoyed your last day of freedom.
Sept 11 2001
Copyright © 2007. James Velez

Missed being robbed by mere minutes

Today started off well, then got crazy for a bit.
Here we go. I go do laundry in the morning at my local Laundromat. Now I have a unique way of doing my laundry, being that I hate to sit and wait I just drop it into the machine and leave.

You see I hate to sit and wait. So doing laundry only takes me an hour or so. I put it in the was for 22 minutes exactly, I leave go get a coffee come back and switch them to the dryer for 40 minutes, then drive home and chill for the time.

Well today I did just that, but when I put my clothes in the dryer and left, two minutes later the place was held up at gunpoint.

I came back to get my clothes 40 minutes later to find it swamped with cops. I get informed of what transpired then questioned as to who I am and what I am doing here. After a lil show and tell with the cops I head home buggin a bit.

I missed being robbed my mere minutes. Wow is today my lucky day or what?
Till next time….

Allergy advice

Ok here we go, for a quick laugh check this out. My girl was having allergy problems the other day, so I offered advice.

One being to clear up your sinuses just do a headstand over the toilet, dip your head in and flush. That should clean you out. All the water circling around should get all the mucus out. And to keep it all away, just get some chicken urine. That really works. Their urine keeps all allergies at bay.

She sent me to hell quickly. But I ask you all, did I offer good advice?

Till next time....

A short simple recap

Hello all. Been awhile since I sat down and wrote to my fans. How are you all doing? Hope you all are doing well. A lot has been going on since we last chatted. Don’t really know where to begin or what to write about. But I will tell you all this, I got me a new job. Yes! Finally I am employed once again. Been with them now for 2 months. I was unemployed for three, now that sucked a lil bit.

Grant it I was able to rest up, but let me tell you, it gets boring real fast. And me, I don’t sleep in, so that part I didn’t even register. I was up everyday bright and early sending out resumes, or desktop support to my clients. Did not rest at all. I actually sleep more now with a job, then when I didn’t have one. Odd huh?

Well I wasn’t going to get political but I must ask, what is up with “John Mccain” picking that lady as his running mate? Is he that desperate for the minority votes that he added her to counter “Mr. Obama”? She is a bit attractive I might add. And why remake “90210”? What’s next, “Melrose Place”? Are we that starved for new ideas?

Well not much has been going on in my life. I am dating this girl. That’s new. We’re taking it slow, as in getting to know each other, known her for a bit now, but not in an intimate relationship fashion. Taking it one day at a time, see where that leads me.

Got paid to write, which most of you know, and I thanked all of you for that. But other then that I have been bored as hell. Seems as if my life for some odd reason is at a stall at the moment. Maybe I need a lady to jumpstart my life, or some sort of divine force to point in me In the right direction, or I should just grow the fuck up and realize that I am living and this is life, we make the best of it. Ah well.

One thing that I am really looking forward to is “Football” season. Thank God for winter and its glorious sport. Oh and fall, I love fall. Well before I continue babbling I will let you all get back to your lives. Thank you for your time.
Till next time….

Perpetual Stalemate

Perpetual stalemate
That is what I am in
Stuck in a rut
Not a normal one
But a mental one
Feel as if I am lost in a thought
However, I have no thoughts
Therefore, I guess I am just lost
Lost in a perpetual stalemate
No movement forward
No movement backwards
Just the same going on and on and on
Boring huh?

Theme song for my nuts

Hello all, for a quick laugh keep reading. I was on “Yahoo” instant messenger with my friend “Ann” the other day. She was telling me how she wants to bring her boyfriend to NY and do the tourist thing. I told her bring him up to NY and show him all the sights, but he needs to come to NY number one tourist attraction. My nuts!

That is when she got mad, and told me I was gross.

I say to her, “Ann relax, my nuts are a huge tourist attraction. People come from all over to see them. They take pictures of them, they sniff em, they even bring their own Q-tip swabs to swab em and go home with some “Ball sweat”

This was her reply,

“Ewwwwwwwwwwwww, you are so freakin gross James, I am going to sign off now, thank you for making me sick”

“No ann. relax, seriously it’s a huge tourist attraction, I even have my own theme song”

She quickly signed off, so what did “James” do. I called her, just to sing my song. Its based on the “Juicy Fruit” theme song, being that the song seems dirty as is, I changed it up and it seemed to fit.

Here it is folks, enjoy.

Take a sniff
Pull it out
The taste is gonna move ya
Once you pop it in your mouth
James nuts
Are gonna move ya
Taste like salt
And goes right through ya
James nuts
The taste the taste the taste
Is gonna move ya

Till next time....

Farewell to the mole

Last night, my heart dropped. I mean dropped hard. I felt like crying. Let me tell you all why.

As most of you know my boy, "Paul" was a contestant on "The Mole" an A.B.C. reality based game show. I do not watch those shows, but my man was on it and I had to show my support.

Well I was caught up in it, I found myself a fan of the show, well more of a fan of his. You see, he made the show interesting. He gave it that special something that those types of shows lack. I call it "Realism". He was himself the whole time, a pure and utter dick. I loved it, he gave them all a little taste of our world. In addition, it came through loud and clear on the television screen. I know I am not the only one to feel this way about it.

Ok, I know I am rambling, sorry, on with last night. So I am at my computer playing a game, not really paying attention to the show at the moment because I honestly thought that "Paul" was going to win, or that he was the mole, so I sorta zoned out towards the end of the show, the part when they take the exam and eliminate somebody. I thought it was a given that he would survive to see another day.

Nope! Not this time, all I hear is,

"Paul, you have been eliminated"

Oh no, my heart dropped. I felt like crying, my pal is not the mole, nor is he the winning contestant. Damn, life is not fair. I called him immediately to see how he is doing and to see if what I just watched was correct.

Yep, he verified it for me, I told him I feel like crying, and he said he did also, but to make sure I watch the conclusion of the show to see how close he was to winning.

Huh?

Keep watching it?

Are you crazy?

I cannot stand these types of show, and now with you off, I truly have no reason to watch. However, I will, just to see who wins and who the mole is, and to find out what he was talking about. However, before I leave I will say this, Paul, after all this, I must admit, you may not be the man, but you definitely are one of the men. Thanx for the laughs, and you worded it best on your way out, you found out how important your family is, and you do have a beautiful family. "Tori and Alexa" are just gorgeous.

Therefore, I will wish you and your family all the luck. (Even if you did dump me for her, which is in the past though) You are a winner in our hearts buddy.

Till next time….

A star is born

Tonight if you watched "The Mole", you witness the birth of a superstar. Paul Grassi is that next star. When they showed his family on the now infamous "Train scene" that was just the beginning of his birth to stardom. When his cute lil girl did her finger flip for the door to open and the door opened, "America's" heart swelled. Then you see the look on his face when the door opened.

Whoa! Right there, a star was born.

Not only is he a good looking young man, but his wife is stunningly beautiful and that little girl of his was just beyond words.
Right now at this moment, his stock is at an all time high. Paul, cheers to you. Moreover, double cheers to you and that beautiful family of yours. Good luck to you on the show, and may luck follow you after.
Just remember to sprinkle some "Gees" on me.

Till next time....

Who is the sick one. him or her?

Ok, here we go once again with more questions from “Jimmy Vee”. You know you love em, don’t lie.

Well today’s question is simple. A man is sitting at a red light in his car, waiting for the light to turn, but while he is waiting, he decides to pick his nose. Now he is picking it the entire time, with no remorse mind you, just picking. Ok, now my friend is sitting at the same light across from him grossed out. However, she continues to look. She then sends me a text message detailing this, calling the man gross.

Now you all know me, I respond to her text by calling her gross for watching. She replies with “it’s like watching a car crash”. In other words, she could not turn away. Therefore, I say to her, you are a sicko. He is assuming that he is not being watched and he is in the privacy of his car, so he decides to pick his nose. No, harm no foul, but you looked, noticed he was picking, and then you continued to look. So who is the sick one then?

Him for picking or her for watching?

Till next time...

"Johanna" live at the "Bayou"

It was Friday night June 27. My friend “Melissa” and I head out to the “Bayou” in “Mount Vernon” to go watch a show. Were going to go watch “Johanna” and her band perform there. I had told her prior that she was in for a treat. However, boy was I wrong; we were both in for a treat.

This young lady hit the stage with a vengeance. She rocks! Her voice is beautiful. She is extremely personable, has an amazing stage presence, and her band does not hit a bad note. This was by far one of the best live acts I have seen in a long time.

From the first to the last song, you are glued to your seat. You just want her to keep on singing. For the moments that she is performing, everything in your life fades away. Not many artist performance can keep you enthralled for their whole set, but she can.

She even did an “Alicia Keys” cover of her song “No one”. In addition, I must tell you, her version sounds as if it is her own song. She sang the hell out of that song. This lady sang the hell out of every song. In addition, her band, oh my, they are incredible musicians, and this is coming from a musician, so I know when a band misses a note or messes up. These guys simply rocked.

I had to buy her album at the end of her second set. Yes, folks I sat there for two sets. My date was so impressed with them that all we spoke about the rest of the night was “Johanna”. Guys, word of advice, a “Johanna” show, is the perfect place for a date.

I will be putting out a review on her album shortly, but in the mean time, just peep out her page and sample some songs. You can even go to www. iTunes. com and do a search under her name or search for the album titled” Why would I sing”. And if you hate itunes like I do, you can get it at http://cdbaby. com/cd/johannamusic . You will not be disappointed. Trust me, have I ever lead you wrong?

Right now, all I can say is that she encapsulates love beautifully. Her CD has not left my player since Friday night. Moreover, it will not leave for another month or so.

Till next time….

What will be will be

What will be will be

It is no good to think long and hard about what might happen in life.
Just get on with it
That is what they say.
And I do
Day by day
I do my best and see what comes.
I suppose that is sensible.
It could always be worse, that is what I tell myself.
Sometimes I lie to myself just to get through the day.
Does that make me a liar?
Everybody lies.
Sometimes it is a nice lie.
Everybody lies.
Doesn’t make them bad
And it doesn’t make them sad
The truth shall set you free
That is how it goes right?
However, the truth don’t come so easily
But at times
What will be, will be.
Till next time...








Copyright © 2008. James Velez

Not Happening

“The Happening” did not happen at all. This was a horrible, I mean horrible movie. This movie tells you the ending in the first ten minutes. This movie was so hyped, that I knew it would either be really good, or just plain awful. And I was correct, it was just plain awful.

This movie makes me wonder if anybody reads scripts anymore. This movie had a good cast, which leaves me to believe that they did not read the script. Because had they read the script before agreeing to do it, I bet, they would not have acted in this crap.

M. Knight Shyamalan has lost me as a fan. I have tried to give this man a chance, but with this movie, he has lost me. I will never pay for any of his movies again. This man has not made a decent movie since “The Sixth Sense”. However, Hollywood refusing to infuse new blood keeps giving this man money to make garbage films. Films with so much potential as seen in the trailers but is nothing more then a waste of time

“Mark Wahlberg” whom I consider to be a decent actor, really flopped on this one. He played such a horrible leading man. From the get go I wanted to walk out, after hearing his little whishy washy voice. It was as if his character was written to annoy the audience. And boy, did it annoy me.

“Zooey Deschanel” played her usual spaced out self, nothing to brag about or to put on her resume. This movie had nothing, and I mean nothing special. It was just a total let down from beginning to end. And Hollywood wonders why “Bootleg Movies” sell. It is simple. Make a movie worth paying $12.00 for, and watch people shell out money for it.

On a scale of 1-10, I give this movie a two. People save your money and do not waste your time, remember, you wont get your two hours of lost life back, so do not waste it on this movie.

Till next time.