Keepin' ya updated.

The short story I told you I was working on isn't coming together too well in my head. That is due largely to the fact that none of the voices in my head can agree on the direction the story should go. Thus, the project has been shelfed pending scraping.

Now, what is the last thing you would expect a black man who claims to be to Christian say? Need a hint? Okay, it has to do with a movie.
Give up? Then hold on to something. The answer may knock you down.
I like the Kevin Smith movie Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back.
I know, I know, it's a shocker. It's a movie that couldn't hope to appeal to anyone other than white males (very young adults) and loaded with verbal vulgarities. Definately not a movie for a Christian to watch. "So why did you watch it," one would ask. Quite simple: I've been a fan of Kevin Smith and his characters Jay and Silent Bob ever since Clerks. (Though Dogma may have been the most God-Mocking movie ever.)
Needless to say, I felt as though I needed to be exorcised then baptised after watching Jay and Silent Bob (and Dogma). But would you believe it: I laughed through the entire movie. The movie had me in stitches (what does that mean anyway? If anyone knows the answer, to be in stitches, let me know).

On to more pressing matters. It has come to my attention that the word sex, whether it be a word by itself or part of a larger word, is attached to some sort of link when I post a blog containing the aforementioned. What's more, it appears to be the only word. I assure you, this is not my doing, but rather an automated action put in place by the host of Blogger (or so I assume, and you know what they say about assuming). Any who, you've all been warned. If you visit my blog, click on a "sex" link, and something crazy like naked women pop up on to your desktop (regardless of your efforts to delete them) while your parents are over at your place drinking coffee with you, then you'll have no one to blame but yourself. When your mother turns beet red while your father suddenly becomes very frisky and flirty with your mother right in front of you, think to yourself "well, no one told me to click on that "sex" link."

And finally, I feel the need to do something that I may have already done but in my ripe old age of a-month-and-a-half-shy-of-31 forgot about it. I will clear the names in my book of resentment all those who don't really belong in said book. These are people I've blamed for my hard times in the past. People who really tried to help at such times. The spelling my be wrong, but it's not like any of you know these people.

And they are, in no particular order:
Tom McCabe
Benny, the finance manager of the car lot Tom McCabe works for
At-the-time SSg Andrew Linn (or was it Lind?)
At-the-time SSg John D. Gray (I gave him the hardest time of all)
and At-the-time SFC Malard.

Big ups to y'all for trying to help me. I appologize for putting you all through my problems. If your name isn't up there, it's not because you were at fault, but because you either weren't involved or were absolutely of no help to me what-so-ever. For example: the squad leader and chief warrent officer I was under when I left the Army weren't the cause of my problems, but were absolutely worthless in that I received no support from them when I needed the help and asked for it. In fact, my squad leader was more interested in writing up counseling statements and getting me chaptered than helping me out. but then again, he never really believed I had a medical problem anyway. Beside that, he felt all he should have to do is give orders and perform uniform inspections. He wanted all his soldiers to be self maintaining, needing nothing from him. One thing I can say about him though, he was very good about rolling up his sleves and picking up a wrench. But as a Christian, I shouldn't dwell on the worthlessness of the Warrent Officer, or the lack of concern from the squadleader, so I'll just let it go. :)

I'm at work and I'd better get back to it. Just ignore the spelling errors.
'Til next time.