Hands Tied

Listening to: Rancid "Life Won't Wait"
You can see the most important people in your life writhing in pain, run to help them only to trip over yourself and realize your hands are tied. I can stop bleeding, mend a broken bone, but an aching heart and an anguished soul are beyond my control. This doesn't mean I won't try, because I will, but it just feels soo... sooo... helpless I guess.

Kumbaya

This is a shout out to Shaniqua. Kumbya my Lord, Kumbaya. Also as a side note, I found today that my blog shows up if you type in BLACK TRIANGLE BLOG. To my dismay, I also learned that there is a Quiet Riot-esque band from Orange County called Black Triangle. Furthermore there is some sort of medical society using the same name. Although embarassing and somewhat frustrating, it just proves that the term Black Triangle is extremely SS... doctors and butt rockers use it alike. And the most SS of all UFOs are also referred to as Black Triangles.

The Cave Troll Strikes Back

So maybe I am at fault here, I was after all the one staring at his rear as I walked down the hall. But you tell me how I am supposed to resist looking at the butt crack of a cave troll? I was just walking through the office and the Cave Troll pulls out in front of me, I would go as far as to say he cut me off. His suspenders, thankfully still intact this time, had dislodged and disheveled his dress shirt causing it to bunch up and raise itself. Being somewhat heavier myself I understand how shirts can easily untuck themselves. I could tell the shirt had slowly been rising, but I found it peculiar that it was only right above the cave trench. It was as if the shirt was alive and was suffering from the fumes and moisture emitted from the abyss from which all trolls come. This thought obviously was cause for some amusement on my part and I started to laugh but at the same time I remembered Bobby Steels and his traumatic experience. The whole time I'm following the Cave Troll down the hall staring at his pale, pasty, moist like a tropical rain forest, butt crack. I could literally feel the heat emitted from the source. An even more disturbing thought entered my mind, "Why can I see his butt crack? Why isn't there some sort of underclothing in place to save me from this horror?" I tried to push it out of my mind but it came and even more vivid than I wanted. The Cave Troll in all his glory standing before my mind's eye. I was abruptly woken from this walking nightmare when suddenly he turned around and asked me... "Do you have a utility knife?" I quickly told him to ask Haagen Dazs for such a tool and I chuckled to myself as he trotted off to disturb Haagy.

who i am

no i'm not an angel of god... nor am i an angel of satan for that matter. i'm a human. i consist of evil and goodness. but i expect other humans to accept that. i feel no reason to hide who i am. the good and bad parts. why would i waste my time hiding things that i think other people will object to? so what you see is what you get. the end
enough of that... i saw kill bill last night. my response: whoa. violent. artistic. disturbing. quentin is out of control. seriously, who creates a character like BUCK and then delves into that hospital comatose situation. whoa.

Death

gx: you know the most fashionable day, perhaps is when someone dies, everyone is dressed in black
wolverine: well said my son
gx: like all the people that cant dress are dressed nicely, like a calvin klein party
wolverine: morbid but well said
gx: thank you

so you see death isn't all bad. those of us that are fashionably inept will finally have our day. look for those funerals or make friends with sick people so that the funerals will come to you. sure your soul will ache and you will run in pointless circles trying to make sense of the end of mortality, but at least no one can laugh at you because you don't match.

Our Creativity

New theories on old stories, Jesus had a wife? The banana boys cruising on their Segway in the canary yellow leisure suits that only Black Belt Jones could appreciate. So they appear to be somewhat homosexual... metrosexual is ok right? Besides who pays attention anymore to the gender roles we are trying to disolve. Is that healthy? ODB has been released and now we are close to releasing Mr. SS himself, the ruler, MC Ricky D a legend among men. Knock 'em out the box Rick, knock em out.

Play that Dead Band's Song

Do you ever wake up in the morning and ask yourself "what happened to rock and roll"?? Well to be quite honest I rarely ask myself that question because I don't know what rock and roll is. In the past I have even been told that what I might call rock and roll is soft rock, even adult contemporary (nothing quite conjures the image of John Tesh as quickly as the mention of that genre)... OFFENSIVE! yeah I know, but the fact that I thought that was funny proves I am no rocker. My point here is this: if you do ask yourself where the good rock and roll is, I have the answer. Three simple words DRIVE BY TRUCKERS. I ventured to see them for a third time last night. It was worth the drive to Baltimore several times over. They rocked and thrashed about for nearly 3 energetic hours. Those good ol boys from Alabama took my hearing from me. If you love the south, the truth, and ass shakin rock n roll you've found your salvation. I know I've found mine.

Our Needy Celebrities

A number of our brilliant celebrities have come up with the perfect ideas for the future of technology. The link will lead you to the article but then you have to navigate through a list of "related articles" authored by the celebrities. Margaret Cho is particularly realistic in her technological wish list.

Destruction is a Form of Creation

For all you would be artists out there, creators of beauty, it's time to write your first novel. I'm not sure I'll be participating this year, but in the future it is definitely a goal of mine. Put the pressure on yourself.

Cave Troll

Bobby Steels rolling through the office all nonchalant, minding his own business. Now, in order to understand the gravity of this incident you must be introduced to the Mighty's Cave Troll. A large man, an old man, a grievously fat man. As is the case with many larger men, he enlists the support of suspenders to hold up his cloth coverings, also known as "pants". He is somewhat awkward in his relations with coworkers. He mumbles and roars like a cave troll would. He also has been known to abuse Bobby by asking him questions that nobody has the answers to and assigning him tasks that are not in his field of expertise. Back to Bobby rolling through the halls... the cave troll runs into an unexpected turn of events. Under the strain of his mass, his suspenders pop off of his pants and they go plunging to the floor. With one burly arm he reaches back to pull his trousers into a non threatening position, but now what? He is much too rotund to use the other arm to latch the suspender back on. Unsuspecting Mr. Steeles himself comes into the picture and lo and behold the cave troll pleads with him to latch the suspender back onto his pants. Not only does Bobby have to endure the unsightly horror of the cave troll on edge of losing his pants at any second, he also has been asked to participate in an action that would involve touching the creature's body. God bless his soul, Bobby takes action... he respectfully grabs the fastener and quickly latches it securely to the beasts panty line. Afterwards Bobby was seen nursing his hand back to health from the severe burns that were suffered due to the acidic nature of the troll's skin and nether regions. (TRUE STORY: names have been changed to protect the guilty)

Tradition

In my monthly tradition I come to you again. You being my people. You meaning those of you that could be anywhere in the world at this moment but you have chosen to be here with me. I promise it will be worth your while. I have engaged in verbal warfare in this last month on a number of occasions. Usually with the age old opponent, Ghandi X aka Candlestick. Sometimes I wonder if SS is truly the enlightened path. There are several active participants in the SS movement that make me wonder if Lucifer himself is not at the helm. A continuous perpetuator of SS, Ludacris, has put out another ENTIRE album of SS sometimes only with the one S. This man is foolish. He looks goofy, he raps about the stupidest things, and did I mention... He looks like martin Lawrence had a baby with a puppy panda. I mean I don't meant to hate, but the man is selling albums rapping about midgets and chicken and "dirty" dancing. SS is supposed to make the world a better place... Where have I gone wrong?

Comments

I believe my comment ability is up and running. Please tell me if that is true. SOMEONE!!!!

Hiatus/Sabatical

This month off has been somewhat enlightening. Month off of what? you might ask. Well as many of you know The Smooth Project has been taking all of my time, so i have been unable to process information at the accelerated speeds that you are all used to when dealing with my microprocessing unit. I have since turned back on the machine, uploaded a tremendous amount of material, raw uncut material, and it's now ready to come back at you. By the way... The Davinci Code. Gotta gotta gotta get that in your head.

Ghandi Speaks

Today: The sun came out bright and Astoria looked like a Hallmark card. I sat down for Raisan Bran and contemplated on solving the world's problems. But foremost; I thought about the beautiful waterfalls around the world. I thought about how perfect the word "waterfall" is for the natural wonder. It is true water does fall down in a "Waterfall". But suddenly a flashback came into my mind, the pictures of Udai and Oday dead. The graphic nature of those pictures. Gruesome Pictures blood spattered, chunks of meat gone, and the bodies looking surreal. I continued to eat my Raisan Bran. It was a beautiful morning. My Raisan Bran tasted so well. The smell of the milk in association with the flakes was delightful. I finally stood up said thank you for my Raisan Brans and resumed enjoying my thoughts. :]

Office Warfare

Ghandi vs. Wolverine

Celery stabs and staplers... not to mention the fatal mobile mouse. To be continued...

Tritium

If I hadn't been so in love with the black triangle, i would've changed it to the black tritium today. A new level in SS history has been reached, commonly known as the H-3 isotope. Be aware, be very aware. Tritium is the new world power. My levels are rising... not to be si but i have been on a hot streak. Ghandi says to me, "Yo, I will be making 7 figures." I respond, "Yeah if you count the dollar sign and the period... $147.65."

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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."

I know most of us wish for a different life or at least some signifcant unrealistic changes in the life that we already lead. Well thanks to those people i like to refer to as "technologists," we soon will have the option of a different life. Sure the Matrix is just some silly movie, but just how close can we get to making it a reality. Please take the time to visit our friends at wired.com and read the following article.

Most of you missed one of sport's finest moments. Who says bicycle racing can't be fun? Belokiwitted

Let's take a look at where our tax dollars are being spent. RIGHT HERE. Heaven forbid we pay attention to things that matter. This is an atrocity. But let's not just complain, let's do something. It's time to start writing, calling, and emailing our "representatives" and letting them know how we feel. This is still a democracy right?