Alriiiiight!
I’M A SOUTH PARK CHARACTER!!!!
(via Aaron who found it here, but I met Aaron through Skarlet when… AW FERGET IT!)
Screw you, fatass!!!
So, what happened to Enemy of the State?
Hmmmm…
Basically I mass emailed a bunch of you, let you know what my future plans are. With all of my maniacal ranting, and the CPS court case up for review next month… I don’t think having archives up was very wise.
Besides, I’m tired of reality.
I’m tired of doom and gloom…
I’m tired of whining.
I’m a doer, not a whiner.
I wanted to get a little goofy, put up “Rik Havyk’s Funhouse”, kind of like a puppet show for all my pals, if you will.
Well, most of you are just a tad sick of fake online personas.
The wounds are still too fresh. Hey, that’s cool.
I can still see your charred flesh and exposed layers of meat and nerves….
*stops to finish his eggplant hoagie and continues…*
So I shut it down. Temporarily.
I’m not comfortable with people seeing the real me. Knowing too much. Having too much information.
That’s how I bring people down.
I can get inside their heads, learn their fears, their weaknesses. Learn how to hear to what someone *isn’t* saying.
Of course I spoke to kd. She supports my decision, and leaving the door open for me…. the doll that she is.
I also wonder about the half truths, and the parts I keep leaving out (insiders know it all)… but is that any different from lying? I’d rather say nothing at this point.
A lot has changed in the past few weeks.
*Taps the 9″ bulletproof plexiglass walls surrounding the place; installed during one of Faith’s flame wars (Ah! The good ol’ days!)*
Ain’t nobody getting into this place, bay-bee….. you’re all safe here.
To be continued….
The web, real or fake?
Some people feel that the web is too fake…
As I said in Lynn’s comments today, people’s websites are people telling their *OWN* stories.
“It’s not that different on the web. It’s still people, and ‘their side of the story’. People need to realize that the very nature of a weblog is someone ‘telling their story’. You will only know what they want you to know. It doesn’t make it right or wrong.
It’s all as real or as fake as you allow it to be.”
If you ask me, I have found the web to be way too damn real in the past few months.
What do you think?
Memorial Day 2002
Freedom *ALWAYS* comes with a price…
Thank You.
Thank You.
Eric Brooks interviewed on Pixelview
Hey, hey… lookit me!
I’m the latest Pixelview interview.
http://www.lemurzone.com/pixelview/ericbrooks/
Hi jz, Miz Kitty & Derek… Web Celeb status here I come!
To all the ‘Not MY Child’ parents of the world
When I got home, I gathered what few kids were awake to the dinner table.
I slapped the N.Y. Post down on the table in front of them.
They read the front page, looked up at me…
All I said was “Think about it”, as I walked away and they read the story.
Yes. Think about it.
KayCee Nicole: One Year Later
I’m not gonna lie to you. I cried like a baby at my desk.
My boss gave me a little time to go outside, have a cigarette, compose myself.
I’m actually remembering this as I just saw Miz Kitty’s Post, and Dan’s thoughts on the matter.
I never understood the anger afterward though. People, no one ever heard of before in KayCee’s circle of friends, showed up all over MetaFilter like rabid pitbulls, forming a mob. I have to question how much were they emotionally invested in this privately that they were suddenly so bitter and vicious (I mean to the point of obsession!) over it all.
Yes, the people closest to “KayCee” were shocked, hurt… and basically knocked for a loop as they just realized that they were living a lie.
But they didn’t stop caring after that.
A lot of you were there, so I won’t even attempt to re-write history. I defended her at MetaFilter, when I should have shut up and waited for the facts to come in. Ran my own private investigation, got called a “sicko”, watched my words get twisted by the same idiots that told you to “trust no one”, yet you questioned them… and they got loud and defensive.
*deep cleansing breath* Let’s not go there… that was then, this is now.
KayCee may not have been real, but what we all felt was. The turmoil we felt was “throwing out the baby with the bathwater”. Kind of screwed people up to think that they had such emotions invested in someone that never existed.
Was that really such a bad thing? To reach out and care for a total stranger??? Even if it means the risk of getting burnt?
Dan quotes a song based loosely on 1 Corinthians 13:1, which basically means that without love… it all means nothing..
On the web, it’s all pretty one sided. This weblog is no exception. You only can know what the author *wants* you to know. There may be another side to the story… it may be exaggerated… it may be pure unadulterated bullshit.
If it’s too great of a risk, then there are “Kaycee Nicoles” all around you in real life. It may not be leukemia…. they may be hungry, they may be homeless, they just may need someone to listen.
Are you gonna stop caring? Are you going to close your heart for good?
I can’t. It’s just not in my nature.
“I’d like to think if one of us needed something, we’d react the same way again.“
Awwww… you bet your bippy, Dan!
(Except maybe next time I’ll shut the f**k up on MetaFilter…) ;0)
Thanks guys. I really needed to see this. 🙂
Happy Mother’s Day
Her name was Dorrienne (pronounced “Doreen”). In 1965, she gave birth to a little boy out of wedlock. It was eight years before Roe -vs- Wade, but I doubt that would have made much of a difference… she wanted a baby.
She literally re-wrote history in an attempt to spare this little boy the repercussions of being an illegitimate child. On his birth certificate, the spot about his father’s last name, she put down *her* last name, as she used her mother’s maiden name for herself. She spent her whole life compensating for him only having one parent.
Being a mother is hard work as it is… being a single mother is even harder. Yet she made it look so easy.
Every Christmas there were gifts under the tree. Every night, there was dinner on the table. All she ever asked of that little boy was to become the best person he could be. Stay in school, stay out of trouble, and make his life count.
At a petite five feet tall, she could make him freeze in his tracks with a stare. She never had to beat him, save for an occasional smack in the back of his head to knock some sense in him. Sure, they had their moments, their fights, their resentments… but it wasn’t until that little boy grew up, and became a parent, that he realized how many sacrifices and painful choices she had to make for that spoiled rotten little boy that got just about every thing he ever wanted or needed.
She worked nights, so she could be there for him during the day. She worked the same job in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, from when he was a year old, till the day she was struck down by a car on a rainy night in April, 1985.
Dorrienne Brooks lingered for another four years, trying to overcome stroke-related paralysis & dementia (being struck by the car caused a blood vessel in her brain to burst), and then eventually skin cancer. She passed away on April 28th 1989 of post-op pneumonia. Her final moments were spent making her remaining family members promise to look after her little boy. Even in the end, she was more concerned for his well-being than her own…
I miss you mom.
I look for you in the stars, the cool summer breeze, even in the glimmer in my children’s eyes, and wonder if I’ve told you “I Love You” enough.
I wonder if I ever remembered to say “thank you” for everything you’ve had to do for me.
To all the hard working, under-appreciated mothers of the world (especially the single moms), HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
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Newz & Gossip
According to my referrer logs…
Moved…
(As seen on Around The Web…)
gOdOfMiScHiEf Quote of the Day:
“If you’re not making enemies, then you’re not making a difference.”
Pocono Record -vs- WSBG -vs- The Grand Skeem
No, I didn’t play against WSBG on Friday. I don’t *do* basketball. (Football, softball… maybe).
I was home with Johnny, while Carole took the girls to catch The Grand Skeem in concert at Fernwood. They were opening for City High (whom I heard SUCKED, despite what you may read.).
But I’m proud to say, The Pocono Record won, despite all of WSBG’s antics (read: CHEATING). And I was more than happy to share in Monday’s “Victory Pizza Party”.
The Adorable Brooks Kidz are big fans of The Grand Skeem (who filmed “Baby Got Back” at Fernwood a few weeks ago, and the kids got to meet them when they premiered the video at the Stroud Mall.)
There’s pics of The Adorable Brooks Kidz & The Grand Skeem on the MAX 106.3 website (I lost the URL… and I’m waiting to hear back from the Webmaster there… Carole’s friends with the morning DJ, Chaz, so he introduced the kids & spoiled them rotten!)
I hear on a tour break, The Grand Skeem is actually coming to my house…
I’ll let you know how I feel about this later….
