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Friday, September 21st 2007
10:42:04 AM
Don't you hate when you...
Don't you hate spending a bunch of time on something and it still doesn't work. Toni (bare with me, people, I am about to have a private conversation) I tried to leave a message on your blog. I think I tried for like an hour. Okay, not a real hour, but a long time. And I never could get it to work. So, then, I went back to MY blog to leave a reply to your comment. And guess what? It didn't work either. So, this is the best way, I can think of. I will leave a private message to you in my very public journal. Girl, I need to get some chicken from the Golden Skillet. That sounds like the place to get some good chicken. HAHA. I enjoyed reading your blog. And thank you very kindly for stopping by my little ramblings. Whew. I am glad I got that out. I felt like I was never gonna get that to you. Yay!
Computers are a trip. I could be on the computer alllll day sometimes and feel like I got absolutely NOTHING done. Whether my computer decided to start tripping and move extra slow or I just got caught up doing an odd thing that never quite worked right or I subconsciously started web-surfing. Has anyone else ever done that? They get on the computer to do one thing, but then this site leads you to this other site that lead you to this one cool site and before you know it, you have spent an hour on the computer doing nothing. Is it just me? It might be.
It kinda reminds me of when I go grocery shopping. I sometimes, don't even plan on going grocery "with a plural" shopping. I plan on getting one thing. Maybe some diapers or something. I end up getting about a hundred more things that I think I want or need. Geesh, grocery shopping is kinda like internet surfing. You never thought of like that, did you?
Do I sound bitter? I might sound a little perturbed. And the reason is...I am BROKE. I couldn't go grocery shopping right now if I wanted to. I really am NOT broke, but I am broke. Does that make sense? I mean, in the spiritual sense, I am rich and wealthy. I am so much spiritual wealth, I can give freely to anyone who asks. And I am not even near the place, I am about to get to in my spiritual quest. Does anyone need and spiritual wealth? Stop by my bank and see what I have for you. But, even in the devil's world, I have money on the fricken way. Yea, that is what the problem is. It is on the way. I have had more than a few big checks on the way for about a month or two now. Too bad I can't pay bills by telling them that the money is on the way. So, yes, I am broke...but not really...but kinda...in a weird...on the way...kind of a way.
Anyhoo, on the lighter more happy side of the front. Hmm, can you be on the side of the front? I guess you can. Spoken Funk did it's thug thizzle last night. It was our GRAND re-opening at the Comedy Union. It was a complete success. Once I get acclamated (shoot, is there a word in my journal every fricken week that I don't know how to spell. I am gonna write a journal tomorrow that doesn't have any words that I don't know how to spell. Ya' feel me?) As I was saying once I get acclamated to the new stage and the new environment. Spoken Funk is going to be off the hook. It appears to be the perfect place for Spoken Funk. The poetry flows effortlessly into the comedy.
But, I will be the first to admit, I sometimes...okay a lot of times make mistakes and do what GOD does NOT want me to do. I could sit up here and tell you that GOD has moved us here and this and that and come to find out that this is not where GOD wants us at all. I am not sure. That is one of the many parts of following the Lord's plan that I need to work on. I need to keep my ears, heart and mind open to the word from Heaven. Sometimes I can't make out what I am supposed to do. Sometimes I choose based on my humanistic skillz. That always seem to fail. When I don't include GOD...you might as well call my decisions worthless. So, I am praying that this is where GOD wants us for awhile.
Speak to me Lord,
we have changed venues. We have changed nights. You told me that you want me to praise and worship you, rest and chill on Sundays. You wanted me to spend more time with the fam on Sunday. No work. All praise and worship, Bible Study, church, and rest with the family. So, we moved away from SPOKEN FUNK SUNDAYS. Now we are THERAPY night THURSDAYS SPOKEN FUNK. Geesh, that is a long title. Just call us SPOKEN FUNK. It appears the world always needs a catchy name. Jena 6. Hurricane Katrina. We have moved to glorify your name. Please protect us there at The Comedy Union. Please bring the people. Please allow the comedians to realize that SPOKEN FUNK is NOT the place to bring all that vulgarity and mess. Please allow Spoken Funk to fit in there like hands fit in gloves. Let us glorify your name up in the Comedy Union. Thank you, Jesus.
I have become accustomed to break out in prayer. Where would I be without it? The Lord is my staff. The Lord is my banker. And I need some money right now. The Lord is whatever and everything I need. Halleluyah. Don't lemme start preaching up in here, up in here. Alright all...you have a blessed and wonderful day. And all my peeps in Los Angeles, I will see you at The Comedy Union NEXT THURSDAY. Yay! Everyone else, I will see you online at Spokenfunk.tv. We have three shows a week. There is no excuse. You get on the computer and waste time looking at all other sites (or was that just me, I forgot) you can stop by SPOKENFUNK.TV on Tuesday, Wednesday or or Thursday nights. Holla at your boy!!!
Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory. Keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain. Halleluyah.
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