spiral shaman + mechanique' = pulse entertainment & the beginning of the underachievers
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: sit down, stand up radiohead's: hail to the thief
Topic: the ball rolls uphill
Ok I know..I know. I haven't posted in a few days. blame it on ADD and my busy schedule of job interviews and feeling sorry of myself. However, my projects of experimenting with watercolours have been somewhat successful.

So far, after getting continuously shafted minus lubricant by Hollywood Entertainment and Game Crazy corporation , I finally had a successful interview...or so I hope. This company is how can I say, absurd. The whole ordeal. I worked at Game Crazy in New York City Brooklyn, holla heh. I worked during the most chaotic time in shopping history the month of December.

Which brings me to another point. What ever happened to the good ol' ass whuppin' in the store. These kids who shopped at the ol' G.C. would talk to their parents in such a way...GOD!!! My mom would have smacked me out the door and I would have left empty-handed with a red cheek. Damn kids...these days , they think they know everything. I tried so hard to forbid parents from buying Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas for these rugrats. According to the ERSB, game rating police, due to the sexual nature, profanity, drug use and endless violence, this is not atitle for anyone under 17. I would warn parents constantly not to purchase this game. Did they listen? Take a wild guess.

Anyway back to G.C. I was supposed to be transferred to a branch here. I chose Willoughby, OH just because I know the area. I found out that they were overstaffed and a slow store. They pointed me to another store where I would either be Store manager or Asst. manager. What a nightmare, first of all; the manager there had no clue whatsoever. I was given another background check and I had to reapply. Final outcome: oh we're over staffed, let's refer you to the Kinsman store. My Song

So, I tell my friends and bun bun about the opportunity. If I could have recorded the looks on their faces. "Kinsman is a bad neighborhood, Mike. Mike no seriously, black people don't even go to Kinsman" Great. Anyone but anyone who knows me knows that I am a worrier. Worriers, come out and play!!! Heh! I mean Woody Allen and I share birthdays for God sakes. Hell i am still looking to adopt a 17 year old daughter for some extracurricular activities. Just Kidding. So I am getting all geared up for this interview. I am watching people on the bus, to weed out the trouble makers. It seemed that the legendary Kinsman was a myth. Most of these people were on their way home from work...etc. I found the place with no problem, due to my expertise in navigation. I can get lost in a grocery store, I was being completely and utterly facetious. I walk in and I meet the store manager, Lester who was extremely nice and I explained to him what I did so I wouldn't have to fill out dreaded paperwork again. He basically told me that he wanted me to work in the Maple Hts location. YAY!!! I can be geeky and not get mugged afterhours. So next week I am waiting on his call.

In other news I volunteered two Sats ago at a Friends of the Cleveland Kennel, where I took pics and sold raffle tickets for prizes. The event was held at Artifino, a cafe/art gallery. Here's a link of pics and the success of the night.
We raised over $6,000. Being a dog owner and lover, I think that's a great outcome.

Oh my gusterbuster woould be real proud of his papa.

spiral shaman and the beginning of pulse entertainment
Now Playing: Karma Police - Radiohead
Topic: eyes wide open
for a minute there, i lost myself radiohead

having mixed feelings is something that i have grown quite accustomed to. on one hand, i am happy as i have ever been, on the other hand i am a bit distraught. being seemingly close to my accomplishments , yet not quite there is a burden. for the most part my shoulders hurt. after reading bits and pieces of "purpose driven life", i do know that i have people who care a lot about me and in turn i have made a difference in the lifes of others. oh god, why does this sound so it's a wonderful life. mainly the artist in me is feeling stagnant due to unreliable contacts, fear, perfectionism. if it weren't for this add and lack of discipline. hmmpff

also i wanted to show to those few friends who bad mouthed cleveland, without giving it a chance in hell, my perception of the beauty of cleveland.



i love the snow. the snow in cleveland is absolutely beautiful especially in the suburbs. although this pic is pretty large, i will continue to post my favorite shots as i update.

i have never been good with setting goals. however, i am bombarded by them. my life is like pearl harbor right now. i must obtain a license, a job that will allow me to participate in further my education. bun-bun and i have a wedding to plan for, in vegas, no doubt. i pray that this blog is somewhat enjoyable to those close to me but not close enough. :) with that i bid you adieu. "Hi Mom!"

Posted by miyokozero at 2:44 AM EST

Updated: Thursday, 10 March 2005 8:48 PM EST

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Spiral Shaman
Now Playing: March to the Scaffold:Berlioz
Organized crime in America takes in over forty billion dollars a year and spends very little on office supplies.Woody Allen

i bid thee welcome. this is yet my third attempt at trying to keep up to date with a blog as well as handle everyday life. my goals and chores sometime play a role in distracting me. well that and video games yet ,i do realize that i have a problem.

my second attempt at a blog had a bit too much information voluntarily advertised. i should have omitted names and places. however i did not. sharing my personal information is not a problem but I should respect the privacy of others.

I would also like to pay tribute to, probably my favorite journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, who took his own life earlier in the week. He was wild and crazy, a real revolutionary. a real shit-stirrer and wacky as all hell. despite his fixations with booze, drugs and firearms, he was most well known for his take on politics, music and his ability to write under drastic conditions. always controversial, often missing deadlines, he was expressive journalism at best. some of his characters including the great Gonzo and Lono, brought out the boyish intrigue, as i read about the drug fueled, frenzied adventures taking place in the san francisco's 60's hippie era. At his final request his ashes are to blown from a cannon. Hunter S. will be missed and was someone whom I never had to privilege to meet. he lived life to the fullest and went out only the way a man of his stature could. although i do not condone suicide in any way, shape or fashion
R.I.P. Hunter S.
links:the late great one mr. hunter s
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