is every brotha wearing dreads for the cause? Is every nigga wearing gold chains for the fall? Naw. - Outkast
…but all I know is that there's a stranger inside of me. - Madusa
I feel like I'm habitually an alter-ego. But if I ever do become a superhero, my name will be 'The Negroid' - me
What's up, yo? So, this is my very own L.A. Story (big ups to Steve Martin!). I've been debating this whole weblog thing for a long time. I'm not a big fan of personal websites. For the most part I find them a tad pretentious and cheesy unless they are really smartly done and I didn't want to become a clich following this whole blogger trend. But, I say I'm a writer and I had this brilliant idea in December to make my first attempt at published written word a series of essays detailing my daily thoughts about being a mild mannered negro trying to figure out this whole hollywood thing.
I should just sit down, write out all these random stories and situations in my head down on paper, submit them somewhere, make my 250 bucks for 1000 words then write the Great American Novel so that I can sit in my summer home in Santa Cruz and chuckle as I think about how I'm going to wow the world with my next tale of a rock band on their first cross country tour that really is an allegory about gender issues and sexuality in the malaise of marginalization that comes from growing up in the midwest. (yay alliteration!) But…I need an audience and immediate gratification in order to get my shit going.
So until I find my focus, you can find me here. Who am I? (Petey Pab motherfuckers! Boo on North Carolina rap.) I'm Jason. Born on 03.19.1975 (you can still drink me!) I'm black. Not capital B black. Just black and soon I'll explain the difference. I'm a web content producer/manager for some television shows. I'm single and ready to mingle at the reagle beagle should ever an art chick with a cute smile and a fucked up sense of humor should want to share a sandwich with me. I'm a valley boy through and through. My formative years in the San Fernando Valley (BVN!) have left me a lover of California and specifically LA and all its plasticity and wonder has to offer.
And this is my world. One thing I should definitely mention - To all my friends…don't get offended. My written voice sounds decidedly different from my spoken word. You'll notice a lot more 'fucks' in the vernacular. You'll notice a lot more 'fucked up shit' then I'm usually want to say in mixed company. But know that I love you all. Example…if we're walking together and you trip and break your nose and we have to go to the hospital and you need plastic surgery…I'm not going to laugh at you in person. But, if in doing so, the blood that splatters from your sadly broken nose looks to me like manorexic spike and manorexic Jason Behr in a loving embrace with the UPN logo tattooed on their asses, I will defintely laugh it up here. I love you but that's some funny shit.
These are my stream of consciousness thoughts. I will diatribe and rant here, pontificate and politick…but take everything with a grain of salt because I write to be funny and witty not really to be tactful and considerate. I am those last two just far less so in words.
So Welcome to the mind of the mild mannered negro. You don't know how fucked you really are.
The dopest heckuvfresh stuff today:
That the Patriots won. I think an actress that will remain nameless bought off the NFL to get Tom Brady in the Superbowl.
Jenny and P'lette. They rule my world…even when they invite me to the whitest event I've been to in a long long time. I had fun but damn…I had to buy collard greens, fried chicken and watermelon on my way home just so I could be sure my melanin levels were on point today.
The Avalanches Since I Left Youcd. So Fired…
Making Pacts.
4 legged roommates that won't let you cut their too long toenails.
A week's worth of grime in the house after illness.
That the Patriots won. I think an actress that will remain nameless bought off the NFL to get Tom Brady in the Superbowl.
Jenny and P'lette. They rule my world…even when they invite me to the whitest event I've been to in a long long time. I had fun but damn…I had to buy collard greens, fried chicken and watermelon on my way home just so I could be sure my melanin levels were on point today.
The Avalanches Since I Left Youcd. So Fired…
Making Pacts.
4 legged roommates that won't let you cut their too long toenails.
A week's worth of grime in the house after illness.