This is what I get...

Last week, I discovered the wonder of Hulu and I shared with the world Requiem for a Dream, which in turn confirmed my lack of trust for doctors. Anyway, I have been watching Doogie Howser, MD as my background for homework for the last week. I am still in the 1st season, however, I managed to make it all the way to episode 10 to see the following:

In case you don't know what I'm talking about... Nine episodes were filmed before a black person (or any person of color) had a speaking role on the show. In Episode 7, there were visiting Japanese doctors that did not speak English so I guess that might count for the first taste of culture in a Miami-based hospital (Dr. Carruthers would beg to differ Occidental/Oriental = same cradle, I digress...) Anyway, the first role and 1) he is not a doctor as evidenced by his uniform. 2) the only one in the hospital with headphones 3) after the head doctor speaks on tradition, the black "orderly" encourages young Doogie to skip tradition and go for a weekend with the girl a subtle taste of 1989 sexual television innuendo....

Basically, all I'm saying is.... this is what I get for watching TV instead of doing homework (scholarshipping for my children)....


PS - As a student of film production... there are some serious flaws in the whole show from the perspective of it being based in a hospital, the majority of the story lines don't make too much sense. Good for Michael Crichton for raising the bar for medical television.

Back to work.

I need to Get HIGH!

I MISS YOU!

Last night, as I reluctantly dragged myself for the blazing heat of the iLab to the dirty comfort of my room....I walked passed the crack house I used to frequent every night at this time.

You may have heard that it is hard to be a recovering addict, but I am telling you from experience. I miss the feeling it used to give me, the comfort I felt in my soul, the euphoric taste it left behind on my tongue.

As I walk past, tears come down my face and moisten my Howard hoodie.

Why o why did they leave that blazing halogen light on inside the crack house!

For one, its a waste of electricity....

secondly the light shows a hollowed out room, much like my heart....

They say that the crack house will be back, but do you know how its been since I have been able to enjoy the sweet nectar of my purchased high? Its been months! Months! Months since I have been able to delve in waves heaven that calmed my nerves and eased my spirit.

I don't know how much longer I can last. I have tried other crack houses, but they just do not do the same for me. I need the stuff that I am used to, the stuff that is branded by the red haired white faced man in the clown sit.

I NEED SOME MCDONALDS!!!!!


Above: My Crack House

White Rage Strikes Again

Wanna see something messy? Click play below.

But wait... it gets even messier....


Atrocious, inexcusable, an utter mess.... but who in the black community is going to call him out on it?

No one.

And that is what is so sad about this.