Archive | February, 2011

6/7

28 Feb

I think that the lyrics to Lil wayne’s “6 f00t 7” are really clever in parts. There are quite a few times that he says something small that’s just a very neat turn of phrase. anyway, lyrics below:
[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just like Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I’ve done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
real n-gga all day and tomorrow
but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights

the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ’em while they still ripe
bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
tell ’em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell ’em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Yeah , Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit ’em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna

stanky leg syndrome.

27 Feb

grrrrrl, i worked from 6 am to 2pm today at the coffee shop, and i feel beat. i don’t really think it has as much to do with the coffee shop as it does the past two days at the gym. i must have worked myself into a bind because i can barely walk. honestly, it’s an awful site. no one wants to see a broken down barista or a crippled salad bar clerk. it’s just not very appealing…no matter how beautiful i might be. hopefully sleep will help mend me, as my only off day this week is wednesday, and that’s two days away…also a gym day. geez.

 

btw, natalie…or her old roomie vicky coined the phrase stanky leg syndrome. it’s specifically about difficulty walking after getting off of a machine or dancing too much.

snipe-ism

24 Feb

Because Wesley Snipes has had awesome lines in movies, time and time again. And because he left us with gems such as “always bet on black,” this post is dedicated to him. –article by cracked.com

We can learn so much from Wesley Snipes. Few celebrities offer us such profound wisdom-a clear path to enlightenment. Sure, Tom Sizemore comes to mind, but that’ more of a “Don’t smoke crystal meth,” do-what-he-doesn’t-do kind of wisdom.

Wesley Snipes has a remarkably simple and consistent philosophy that is expressed through his films-even the direct-to-video ones, of which there are a sizable number. Wesley simply and humbly would call his life-system, “Being Wesley Snipes.” We call it The Wesley Snipes Way.

By exhaustively watching every Wesley Snipes movie-yes, we watched Futuresport-CRACKED has distilled the philosophy of Wesley Snipes into one brief and easy-to-read article. Beat that, Christianity.

Prepare yourself. Your world view is about to get a roundhouse kick in the face, Wesley Snipes style.

Passenger 57 “Always bet on black.”

In this film about one man’s attempt to take on an airliner hijacking, Wesley Snipes engages in a time-honored, action-movie tradition: Talking shit to European terrorists on the phone. They have this exchange:

Wesley Snipes: “You ever play roulette?”European terrorist: “On occasion.”

Wesley Snipes: “Well, let me give you a little piece of advice: Always bet on black!”

In the context of the film, Wesley Snipes is basically saying, “I, a black man, am coming to beat your white European terrorist ass.” But, what is Wesley Snipes telling those of us who are not European terrorists? What deeper meaning has Wesley Snipes hidden in the simple phrase, “Always bet on black?”

Because Wesley Snipes has completely and utterly mastered the martial arts, there are those who believe he teaches us a relativist, Eastern philosophy. These people are fucking idiots. The Wesley Snipes Way is steeped in a Manicheistic tradition, dividing the universe between the forces of Wesley Snipes (black) and things that Wesley Snipes kicks in the head (white things you shouldn’t bet on).

Thus, when Wesley Snipes tells us to “Always bet on black,” he is really inviting us to embrace and accept the duality of the cosmos, to sit at his feet and accept his wisdom “� or get kicked in the head. Those are your options. That is the Wesley Snipes Way.

Blade “Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill.”

It is always at this point in our presentation when some disbelievers (hereafter referred to as “motherfuckers”) claim that, in fact, some professional screen writer wrote the words of wisdom history has attributed to Wesley.

Oh, you sad, doubting motherfuckers. Go to your Wesley shrine right now and pull out the Blade DVD. Turn on the commentary track and skip ahead to the climactic battle in the subterranean vampire city between Snipes and the evil mayor of vampires, Deacon Frost. There, in the commentary track, you will hear David Goyer state that the line, “Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill” came from Snipes himself.

Oh, he didn’t suggest it for the film. They overheard him use it in a motherfucking conversation.

The screenwriters were so overwhelmed with the line’s mind-melting profundity that they shit where they stood, before rushing off to add it to the script. In the final version of the film, Snipes utters the line just moments before kicking a villain in a special way that causes the villain to explode. The fact that some motherfuckers are, in fact, always trying to ice skate uphill was the last piece of wisdom the antagonist carried into the afterlife (The writers don’t mention if Snipes delivered an exploding kick to punctuate the real-world conversation they overheard, but their silence on the subject suggests he probably did.).

And, what a piece of wisdom it is. Though Wesley chose to speak in the language of poetry and metaphor, the meaning is clear: The nonbelieving motherfuckers are constantly in a state of futile rebellion against the universe. Wesley demonstrates, through his actions, that he will personally confront the motherfuckers and “kick” them into a state of “explosion.” Snipes scholars believe this is a symbol for actual, kick-induced explosive dismemberment of the human body.

White Men Can’t Jump “You either smoke, or you get smoked. And, you got smoked.”

This film chronicles the adventures of a basketball-playing Wesley Snipes who patiently tries to impart wisdom to a dull, stoned-looking man named Billy Hoyle (played by Woody Harrelson).

After using his hyperhuman intellect to defraud Billy out of a large sum of money, Snipes delivers his crushing lesson about life on earth: “You either smoke, or you get smoked. And, you got smoked.”

This far more accurate portrayal of the Golden Rule (which Snipes followers often refer to as “The Goldener Rule”) sends young Hoyle skidding down the maturity chute. In taking Billy’s wealth, Snipes has taught him to focus on the basics in life, away from material wealth. But more importantly, he has taught him not to trust his fellow man blindly, for this will lead to betrayal. Only Wesley can be worthy of such blind trust, for only he will never betray you. Except in this instance, when it was to make a point.

Indeed, this is no sugar-coated bedtime story. Snipes knows that sometimes when among the motherfuckers, one survives only by becoming the motherfuckest.

Demolition Man “The world has become a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies.”

This film portrays Snipes’ as traveling into the future to bring his wisdom to a generation of our grandchildren who have long since forgotten it. Part cautionary tale, part prophecy, Demolition Man gives us a glimpse into a broken, bland world that indeed has forgotten the words of Snipes.

It is a “pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch” world indeed. This is a future where there are no shootings, no crime, no brutality. The feminization of the culture (via the “pussy whipping”) has reached its apex and all things that make a society worth living in–shootings, karate and explosions–have withered sadly on the vine. The very essence of humanity has been extinguished by the “robed sissies” who sit on the bench of our justice system.

This is clearly one of the more controversial teachings of Wesley. Once more, we urge the observer and the teams of FBI agents, who monitor Wesley’s every word and action, that Snipes is not explicitly advocating killing judges and abolishing our legal framework, or replacing it with a system where legal issues are resolved in televised gladiator matches where only the ruthless survive. He just thinks it would be a good idea.

New Jack City “Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change.”

In New Jack City, a film in which Wesley moves to the inner city and brings black-market medications to impoverished children, Wesley is heard uttering this line to a disciple while he holds a blade to the man’s throat.

The context is a final gathering of Wesley’s inner circle, just prior to his downfall orchestrated by a corrupt system. One of his men has stood up suddenly to object to one of Wesley’s teachings, and Wesley reacts by picking up his cane and drawing from it a narrow blade.

The layers of symbolism here almost too numerous to comprehend. The supposed weakness of Snipes (a cane) becomes the weapon (the hidden blade) by which his enemies will be smited. Will you now be so quick to seize upon the weaknesses you see in others? If those others are Wesley Snipes, we’d venture to guess that the answer is and emphatic HELLLLZ NO.

Also, notice the prophecy that he is about to “make change” in the world. Sit down, my friends. Sit down so that you, too, may be in a position to witness before Wesley begins to “make change.” Further, what is the worth of a man? Who can know? Wesley Snipes can, that’s who: the ass part of a man is worth $5.

White Men Can’t Jump “You can put a cat in an oven, but that don’t make it a biscuit.”

This second gleaming diamond of knowledge from White Men Can’t Jump is true on a literal and metaphorical sense, and that’ what makes it so beautiful.

We checked: If you put a cat in an oven for 20 minutes at 400 degrees you really do not get a biscuit. You get agonized yowls for a couple of minutes and then your apartment fills with a terrible smell.

On a more allegorical level, Wesley Snipes is once again showing us that the universe is constructed of opposing forces, yin and yang-or, in this case, cat and biscuit. You must ask yourself: Am I a cat or am I a biscuit? Do I become warm and golden in the oven, or do I perish horribly?

White Men Can’t Jump “Look man, You can listen to Jimi but you can’t hear him. There’s a difference man. Just because you’re listening to him doesn’t mean you’re hearing him.”

This is the third and final quote taken from the White Men Can’t Jump collection, often referred to as the “tripod” upon which the other quotes rest. The three insights have been said to form a seminal trifecta from which a new life springs forth, just as human reproduction springs from Wesley’s three testicles.

The above lesson, imparted again to Wesley’s young, white pupil, states that while the white fool can “listen” to Jimi (meaning Jimi Hendrix) he cannot “hear” him because Jimi was black. We see now how the seventh stage of Wesley’s wisdom has come full circle with the first, the duality of the white versus black universe that exists forever in a state of conflict. It is clear to the white pupil that he should always “bet on” black, but he should not try to enjoy their music while he does.

This passage is left for the last and most advanced stage of Wesley teachings because it is difficult for most motherfuckers to grasp. Snipes says Billy can “listen” but cannot “hear” Jimi. This is in fact the exact opposite of what most teachers would present: is not “hearing” the mere physical act, and is not “listening” the one that implies actual absorption and understanding? And yet Wesley claims his white follower can do the latter but not the former.

We have heard motherfuckers throw up their hands and proclaim the entire lesson to be worthless at this stage, saying it is “bullshit” (often uttered just moments before a boot lands aside their skull with the impact of 1,000 hammers). This only means you still rest outside the black. We speak not of race, of course, but of a state of soul where you are still deserving to have the shit kicked out of you by Wesley.

We assure you, the great day of the kicking will occur. By this we mean that actor Wesley Snipes will literally pull up in your yard in an SUV, walk to your front door, wait for you to open it, then kick you in the head before straightening his jacket and calmly driving away.

The day is coming. You can bet on it.

We can learn so much from Wesley Snipes. Few celebrities offer us such profound wisdom-a clear path to enlightenment. Sure, Tom Sizemore comes to mind, but that’ more of a “Don’t smoke crystal meth,” do-what-he-doesn’t-do kind of wisdom.Wesley Snipes has a remarkably simple and consistent philosophy that is expressed through his films-even the direct-to-video ones, of which there are a sizable number. Wesley simply and humbly would call his life-system, “Being Wesley Snipes.” We call it The Wesley Snipes Way

By exhaustively watching every Wesley Snipes movie-yes, we watched Futuresport-CRACKED has distilled the philosophy of Wesley Snipes into one brief and easy-to-read article. Beat that, Christianity.

Prepare yourself. Your world view is about to get a roundhouse kick in the face, Wesley Snipes style.

“Always bet on black.”

Passenger 57

In this film about one man’s attempt to take on an airliner hijacking, Wesley Snipes engages in a time-honored, action-movie tradition: Talking shit to European terrorists on the phone. They have this exchange:

Wesley Snipes: “You ever play roulette?”European terrorist: “On occasion.”

Wesley Snipes: “Well, let me give you a little piece of advice: Always bet on black!”

In the context of the film, Wesley Snipes is basically saying, “I, a black man, am coming to beat your white European terrorist ass.” But, what is Wesley Snipes telling those of us who are not European terrorists? What deeper meaning has Wesley Snipes hidden in the simple phrase, “Always bet on black?”

Because Wesley Snipes has completely and utterly mastered the martial arts, there are those who believe he teaches us a relativist, Eastern philosophy. These people are fucking idiots. The Wesley Snipes Way is steeped in a Manicheistic tradition, dividing the universe between the forces of Wesley Snipes (black) and things that Wesley Snipes kicks in the head (white things you shouldn’t bet on).

Thus, when Wesley Snipes tells us to “Always bet on black,” he is really inviting us to embrace and accept the duality of the cosmos, to sit at his feet and accept his wisdom “� or get kicked in the head. Those are your options. That is the Wesley Snipes Way.

“Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill.”

Blade

It is always at this point in our presentation when some disbelievers (hereafter referred to as “motherfuckers”) claim that, in fact, some professional screen writer wrote the words of wisdom history has attributed to Wesley.

Oh, you sad, doubting motherfuckers. Go to your Wesley shrine right now and pull out the Blade DVD. Turn on the commentary track and skip ahead to the climactic battle in the subterranean vampire city between Snipes and the evil mayor of vampires, Deacon Frost. There, in the commentary track, you will hear David Goyer state that the line, “Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill” came from Snipes himself.

Oh, he didn’t suggest it for the film. They overheard him use it in a motherfucking conversation.

The screenwriters were so overwhelmed with the line’s mind-melting profundity that they shit where they stood, before rushing off to add it to the script. In the final version of the film, Snipes utters the line just moments before kicking a villain in a special way that causes the villain to explode. The fact that some motherfuckers are, in fact, always trying to ice skate uphill was the last piece of wisdom the antagonist carried into the afterlife (The writers don’t mention if Snipes delivered an exploding kick to punctuate the real-world conversation they overheard, but their silence on the subject suggests he probably did.).

And, what a piece of wisdom it is. Though Wesley chose to speak in the language of poetry and metaphor, the meaning is clear: The nonbelieving motherfuckers are constantly in a state of futile rebellion against the universe. Wesley demonstrates, through his actions, that he will personally confront the motherfuckers and “kick” them into a state of “explosion.” Snipes scholars believe this is a symbol for actual, kick-induced explosive dismemberment of the human body.

“You either smoke, or you get smoked. And, you got smoked.”

White Men Can’t Jump

This film chronicles the adventures of a basketball-playing Wesley Snipes who patiently tries to impart wisdom to a dull, stoned-looking man named Billy Hoyle (played by Woody Harrelson).

After using his hyperhuman intellect to defraud Billy out of a large sum of money, Snipes delivers his crushing lesson about life on earth: “You either smoke, or you get smoked. And, you got smoked.”

This far more accurate portrayal of the Golden Rule (which Snipes followers often refer to as “The Goldener Rule”) sends young Hoyle skidding down the maturity chute. In taking Billy’s wealth, Snipes has taught him to focus on the basics in life, away from material wealth. But more importantly, he has taught him not to trust his fellow man blindly, for this will lead to betrayal. Only Wesley can be worthy of such blind trust, for only he will never betray you. Except in this instance, when it was to make a point.

Indeed, this is no sugar-coated bedtime story. Snipes knows that sometimes when among the motherfuckers, one survives only by becoming the motherfuckest.

“The world has become a pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch version of itself, run by a bunch of robed sissies.”

Demolition Man

This film portrays Snipes’ as traveling into the future to bring his wisdom to a generation of our grandchildren who have long since forgotten it. Part cautionary tale, part prophecy, Demolition Man gives us a glimpse into a broken, bland world that indeed has forgotten the words of Snipes.

It is a “pussy-whipped, Brady Bunch” world indeed. This is a future where there are no shootings, no crime, no brutality. The feminization of the culture (via the “pussy whipping”) has reached its apex and all things that make a society worth living in–shootings, karate and explosions–have withered sadly on the vine. The very essence of humanity has been extinguished by the “robed sissies” who sit on the bench of our justice system.

This is clearly one of the more controversial teachings of Wesley. Once more, we urge the observer and the teams of FBI agents, who monitor Wesley’s every word and action, that Snipes is not explicitly advocating killing judges and abolishing our legal framework, or replacing it with a system where legal issues are resolved in televised gladiator matches where only the ruthless survive. He just thinks it would be a good idea.

“Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change.”

New Jack City

In New Jack City, a film in which Wesley moves to the inner city and brings black-market medications to impoverished children, Wesley is heard uttering this line to a disciple while he holds a blade to the man’s throat.

The context is a final gathering of Wesley’s inner circle, just prior to his downfall orchestrated by a corrupt system. One of his men has stood up suddenly to object to one of Wesley’s teachings, and Wesley reacts by picking up his cane and drawing from it a narrow blade.

The layers of symbolism here almost too numerous to comprehend. The supposed weakness of Snipes (a cane) becomes the weapon (the hidden blade) by which his enemies will be smited. Will you now be so quick to seize upon the weaknesses you see in others? If those others are Wesley Snipes, we’d venture to guess that the answer is and emphatic HELLLLZ NO.

Also, notice the prophecy that he is about to “make change” in the world. Sit down, my friends. Sit down so that you, too, may be in a position to witness before Wesley begins to “make change.” Further, what is the worth of a man? Who can know? Wesley Snipes can, that’s who: the ass part of a man is worth $5.

“You can put a cat in an oven, but that don’t make it a biscuit.”

White Men Can’t Jump

This second gleaming diamond of knowledge from White Men Can’t Jump is true on a literal and metaphorical sense, and that’ what makes it so beautiful.

We checked: If you put a cat in an oven for 20 minutes at 400 degrees you really do not get a biscuit. You get agonized yowls for a couple of minutes and then your apartment fills with a terrible smell.

On a more allegorical level, Wesley Snipes is once again showing us that the universe is constructed of opposing forces, yin and yang-or, in this case, cat and biscuit. You must ask yourself: Am I a cat or am I a biscuit? Do I become warm and golden in the oven, or do I perish horribly?

“Look man, You can listen to Jimi but you can’t hear him. There’s a difference man. Just because you’re listening to him doesn’t mean you’re hearing him.”

White Men Can’t Jump

This is the third and final quote taken from the White Men Can’t Jump collection, often referred to as the “tripod” upon which the other quotes rest. The three insights have been said to form a seminal trifecta from which a new life springs forth, just as human reproduction springs from Wesley’s three testicles.

The above lesson, imparted again to Wesley’s young, white pupil, states that while the white fool can “listen” to Jimi (meaning Jimi Hendrix) he cannot “hear” him because Jimi was black. We see now how the seventh stage of Wesley’s wisdom has come full circle with the first, the duality of the white versus black universe that exists forever in a state of conflict. It is clear to the white pupil that he should always “bet on” black, but he should not try to enjoy their music while he does.

This passage is left for the last and most advanced stage of Wesley teachings because it is difficult for most motherfuckers to grasp. Snipes says Billy can “listen” but cannot “hear” Jimi. This is in fact the exact opposite of what most teachers would present: is not “hearing” the mere physical act, and is not “listening” the one that implies actual absorption and understanding? And yet Wesley claims his white follower can do the latter but not the former.

We have heard motherfuckers throw up their hands and proclaim the entire lesson to be worthless at this stage, saying it is “bullshit” (often uttered just moments before a boot lands aside their skull with the impact of 1,000 hammers). This only means you still rest outside the black. We speak not of race, of course, but of a state of soul where you are still deserving to have the shit kicked out of you by Wesley.

We assure you, the great day of the kicking will occur. By this we mean that actor Wesley Snipes will literally pull up in your yard in an SUV, walk to your front door, wait for you to open it, then kick you in the head before straightening his jacket and calmly driving away.

The day is coming. You can bet on it.

barista, baby.

24 Feb

so at 11.30 this morning, my phone rings, and it’s Coffee Cartel. In response to an email that I sent them, I was asked to come in for an interview this afternoon. I happily agreed, and waited around until 3.30 to go to the Coffee Cartel and interviewed. the interview was short, maybe seven minutes and while i was charming and wonderful, they didn’t seem totally receptive to my debonair…well, everything. the interview was interrupted twice, and i left, trucking back to my apartment in the rain. sure that i didn’t get the job, i got a call at 4.14, telling me that I got the job. 🙂 so i have a second job now. awesome.

papa didn’t preach (though he’s an ordained minister)

23 Feb

to my very own surprise, i had a really wonderful phone conversation with my father just a bit ago, and really…it touched me dearly. from previous blogs, my father is a renown dumb dog and has been an enemy of this blog since it’s conception, but for the first time EVER, great words will be spoken about him here.

my father called me after receiving the birthday card that i made and sent him. he told me how fantastic it was, and then segued into this avenue of forgiveness. he apologized for previous treatment, and he told me how wonderful i was as a writer, daughter and individual. of course he talked about god for a while (but let’s be honest, it isn’t a conversation with my father if god isn’t it), but it was all very emotionally stirring.

really, i’m happy to have him as a father. and at least for now, i’m confident in that can retool the relationship that we have now, and turn  into something more practical and more mutually beneficial.

my favorite thing that he said (which also brought me to tears): “sometimes, i wonder if anybody in this world loves me, and when i got your card… i knew that at least one person does.”

NewYears.3pm

21 Feb

*sigh* I just can’t wait til I’m sober. -me

hacked.

21 Feb

so my email was hacked. friend and foe, alike, received an email from me that suggested products…offered sex…and god knows what else. i was really upset and embarrassed when i found out, and i simply hope that people are wise enough not to click on the link offered in the suspicious email. this is why i don’t trust the internet, if it were possible for me to function in today’s society without a computer or technology, then i would. i manage to embarrass myself enough without any help, thank you very much.