it's still raining.

it started raining on friday and hasn't stopped yet. i'm stupid happy right about now. even as i'm typing i hear it outside. now, if i could only get some thunder in there, i'd be one ecstatic individual. mother says i'm an oddball. i agree. i like the world better damp. it looks/feels/smells better. it's refreshing.

the sun's overrated anyhow.

out.

Generation Ill - "Told 'em I was schizo..."

Random people that listen to my music or check out my graphics or myspace have been sending texts and e-mails asking me just what in the hell Generation Ill is and who all is in it. I just laugh. I'm weird like that. Generation Ill (sometimes displayed as "-Generation *Ill") is....................me. I am Generation Ill. G.I. is basically how i compartmentalize my brain. Each compartment is a person in itself, so to speak, with his own thoughts and purpose. Yea I know, it's weird. Maybe I should just introduce them:

[Kid Truth]
The realest of the four. Truth is the leader of the Ill Generation, and with that leadership he brings a blunt sense of honesty to any situation or encounter. Truth sees through the bullshit and works through it. No sidestepping. Truth comes correctly, Truth moves directly.

[Kid Truth y Kid Death = Ransom Hearts]

[Kid Death]
The darkest of the four. If Truth is the leader, Death is second in command. Truth and Death work well together because they know that Death is the realest reality. It's inevitable. Death keeps the four grounded. Kid Death is fearless, not out of arrogance, but out of knowledge.
A wise man once said, "Know death's language, have no fear." Death is fluent.

[Kid Fresh]
The most creative of the four. Fresh is the idealist, the creative genius. Always thinking of new and innovative things to add to the Generation's productions, his style is ever-changing. Evolving. Fresh doesn't just keep the four thinking, he makes sure they think different.

[Kid Fresh y Kid Next = Genius Quality]

[Kid Next]
The future. Next is always planning ahead for the four. He studies the world around him and plans ahead for it, working with Fresh to stay up and keep the four on top of their game. It's not always easy though, keep looking to the future and you can get ahead of yourself.

They all come together to aid the strange consciousness that is Kvn. Lol, i told 'em i was schizo. Thought I was playing...

Generation Ill is to Kvn as The Planeteers are to Captain Planet, minus the red daisy dukes, halter top, and green hair. or being made of glass.

getting off-topic...

speaking of captain planet, who the hell wrote the captain planet theme song? what person under 30 knows what the hell 'asunder' means? i spent ten years under the impression that he was gonna help 'put us under' bad guys, and that confused the hell outta me. screw you cap'n.

but uh...yea, Generation Ill is me, me, me, and me moving forward with what i/we do. music, gfx, any and all of my artistic pursuits.

now, with all that said, the kids are outty.

"let's make a reality show".

i plan to start a serious of videos on my new youtube channel. it will be titled "The Casi Famoso Show" and will feature myself doing what i do best, which is yet to be determined. it's just gonna be random stuff. probably a lot of me talking about various things. kind of like a video blog only instead of blog i'm going to say 'journal' because i hate saying the word 'blog' out loud. i know, i'm weird. but uh...yea. i plan to make a few vids and then hopefully get some other folks on with me either in person or via their own cameras. if any of my 'dedicated' readers are interested and have a camera, send me an e-mail or somethin, savvy?

it'll probably feature a lot of my music, seeing as i've yet to use youtube for that purpose and that's dumb of me.

so uh, yea... that's it.

Casi Famoso Show coming soon...

yeaaaa let's make a reality show!!

love that song.
Thr33 Ringz in stores NOW!!!
(shameless plugging).

out.

McJackass.

this has nothing to do with mcdonalds.
this has to do with the dumbasses that like to go around messing up wikipedia pages. no, not the ones that'll erase the whole page and put the word POOP! in colossal brown letters. those people are easy to catch. i'm talking about the ones that'll alter little crucial details in a page that you don't notice until your teacher hands your report back like 'since when does activation energy do anything to directly affect the lysing of a cell? try again dipshit'. then you go back to wikipedia that day and find out that stupid activation energy is used primarily in enzymatic reactions and not much else. those are the assholes. then it's always stupid shit you would've caught if you'd taken the time to read the words you were copy/pasting, so you feel like an even larger dumbass for letting the OG dumbass affect your grade.

so yea. i'm mad at you, McJackass.


and i'm McOUTTY.
skeezer.

America, listen.

obama is not the messiah. as of today, obama is the first black president-elect. you people are failing to understand that he is not president yet. all of this talk of 'he should get his own day' or 'he's a national hero' or 'we should build a statue of him' is exceedingly ignorant. give the man a chance to A: actually BECOME president; and B: prove himself in office. i'm gonna be blunt: right now he's about 20% action, 80% talk. the reason i support him is because i see that he has the potential to live up to his hype. imagine if republicans had done the same thing when bush was elected president after all of his campaigning and talks. what if they'd gone through with the holidays and the t-shirts? imagine how they'd feel now, after the genius just wasted 8 years of america's time and patience. of course, i don't think obama will be anything like that, but it's a possiblity. deny that and you're in denial, plain and simple.

basically what i'm saying is let him do his business before he gets the praise. don't start spending money you don't have, analogically speaking.

that's all. no special text effects here. just a blunt PSA to the ever-influential general public.

out.

this.

this is where i started to write something when, all of a sudden, this BIG-ASS wall came down and blocked all of my interestingthings.


that's cheeks.

sympathy.

i know i've been real gung-ho when it came to Obama/McCain matters. y'know, calling him a 'glorified fossil' or marveling at how his mom was still alive...i mean, that's still puzzling as hell, but it's not important anymore. now that i know for sure he's NOT going to be president, i kind of feel sorry for him. i mean, this was it. he went all-or-nothing into this election and came out with nothing. realistically speaking, he's not likely to get another chance to run again. he'll be too old, too frail, and possibly senile. when you look at it from his perspective, his life goal just got SHUT DOWN. that's a hard pill to swallow and now i feel bad for making fun of a guy that may not have that many years ahead of him.

let's not forget either, the man is a hero. he served the country since he was 17 and endured being a P.O.W. for uh, 5 years? idk off the top of my head. still, that's damn admirable in my opinion.

mccain's a funny guy too, saw him on saturday night live...good episode...

so here's to 'The Sad Grandpa'...you're good in my book. as long as you're not president.

i hope all goes well in your remaining years. and if you get sad about the loss, remember that cindy is a total GMILF and you've got her all to yourself. i'd advise some geritol and viagra beforehand though.

now, with all that said.

OBAMA '08-'16
that's right.

guess what america!

my president is

BLACK.

hey wait a minute!!!

so is YOURS!!!!

love it or leave.
I hear canada's nice this time of year.

Mr. President-elect, now that you've won the election....please, DON'T. FUCK. UP.
that, congratu-FUCKING-lations!!!

Barack Obama for President??
YES, WE CAN DID.

"i didn't know i couldn't do that".

"i, started to write and laughed as i wrote my last name
see, kevin wright's a lefty so i'm right-brained and wright-brained
clever ain't it?
if you think not, lie about it.
my ego is easily bruised by the words that you choose."
-K.Alexander

i have a problem. it seems that, at any given moment in time, i'm the subject of some female's annoyance/aggression/anger. i don't know how i do it, but i always manage to say the WRONG thing at the wrong moment. this usually results in me looking like a jackass while furiously trying to backpedal with "i'm sorry!"s and "i didn't mean it like that!"s or the ever-popular, dave chappelle-inspired, "i didn't know i couldn't do that". that actually worked once, much to my surprise and amusement. it's gotten to the point where some of my friend's will actually ask me "who's mad at you today?" and i can actually produce an answer. of course, i don't always know when a girl is mad. sometimes i can just walk into a room and say hi and the chick'll be like "don't talk to me!" and i'm like "wtf did i do?" and she'll answer with the most cryptic of responses: "you know what you did".

to any females reading this particular post, here's a bit of information about the opposite sex: when we're in hot water with you girls and we ask what we may have done, "you know what you did" is the WORST response! i mean c'mon, if i knew what i did, i WOULD NOT ask what i did! it's common sense. it's like someone who's never heard a japanese syllable asking "what does 'genius' mean in japanese?" and you, the japanese scholar replying "you know what it means"

:\..............uh.............hm........ok...


i mean, c'mon. cut us a little slack. just a little. muy pequeno.

of course, that's not the case with everyone, sometimes guys are just gassing you, but it's the other way around the majority of the time. for me, at least. so if that situation ever occurs, i really don't know.

"in other news..."

i took my SAT yesterday. i'm pissed. my essay was like a paragraph short, and i choked so badly on that math portion i'm still shuddering. of course, the lit/reading comprehension part was STUPID easy, and luckily that took up the majority of the test. i can't go into details about the questions though, cuz i don't know how far those college board skeezers go to make sure we follow that little contract thing. i don't want 68 bucks going down the drain.

after i got home from taking the test (which lasted from 8:30 to 1:00!!!), i went directly up the stairs, made a right down to the end of the hall and turned right into my room where i proceeded to fall face forward into a 12-hour slumber.

not before i texted/bugged a friend of mine and said something stupid that resulted in my immediate chastisement...i tried to backpedal but she didn't respond so i just boarded the good ship Oso @ The Hibernation Station and proceeded to takeoff.

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Houston, we have liftoff.

...and off i go.

feels good to be home baby!
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