I've been in bed now since Midnight. It's now three a.m. and I can't sleep. I don't know if it's the cold or what, but it's driving me bananas. I'll just knock out a few things here, if you don't mind. I'd love to answer reader mail but since no one has any, I'll do this instead.

I finally saw "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" tonight and it was well worth it. Richard Poper has called it the funniest movie of the year and myabe all time, which is right since I laughed my head off from beginning to end. I lke the fact that the start and writer of the film Jason Segal put himself out there with this story. He's naked at the begining of the film and naked at the end, but truly, he's left himself literally flap in the wind and showing folks all about break ups, warts and all. A very tough subject to write about without looking stupid, and winding up a great movie.

Speaking of breaking up, I have come to the conclusion that I am fated to be single. It will be five years this June for me and I should feel good about it. I mean, there's no drama in my life, I'm not broke from speading too much money on somebody else and I can be myself instead of trying to act like someone else. The part that sucks is that you see all you friends and family screw aaround and do the most stupidist shite and end a good thing. I know what you're saying..."Sam- it wasn't a good thing when they got together in the first place. Well, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it. If you make a COMMITTMENT to someone, you are supposed to be with that person, no matter what. AS soon as my ex heard the "for sickness and for health" line from the Justice of the Piece, her selective eharing went off. In a few days it awould have been my fifteenth wedding anniversary and I will be spedning it by myself. No, I take that back. Someone well find me and tell me about how their life sucks with the old one and the new one makes them feel much better and that they can't wait to get the divorce. I'll hear something like that and then I will put the phone down while they are talking and put them on mute while I crank up some Ozzy.

In short, I hate you all who cheat on your mate while guys like me who want the love and don't get it watch you much it all up. There, I said it.

Now, let's jump over to my real webpage Sam-a-rama for more news tonight, shall we? Whatever Tom and those My Space bastards tell you, coming to my site is safe so redirect yourselves now.

I'm all hopped up on Zytec to get rid of my allergies and trying to go to sleep after taking an Ambien Cr all while wearing a CPAP. And now, I'm posting at three in the morning. I feel like Hunter S. Thompson right now. In the middle of my drugged haze, I posted a "casual encounters" ad on Craigslist. WHY THE HELL WHERE YOU GUYS!? WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?!

Oh, because it was three in the morning. I got it.

At least the ad looks good. I think...

"I posted an ad here before and quite truthfully, it really didn't work out well, so I'm trying it again one year later. The simple truth is I've going back to college to get a Bachelor's in Legal Studies and hold down a job at the same time. I don't play football and I'm not that athletic, but I try and work one when I can. Otherwise, I watch Turner Classic Movies, "The Office and Keith Olberman. I'm looking for someone to watch a loud Summer movie with or enjoy a slice of pizza or even check out the Jepson Museum one in a while. Also, I host a karaoke gig, so please don't hate me for that. Otherwise, I'm your ordinary average guy. No kids and no drama. If you have the kids, it's okay, by the way. Just no drama, please. We all have a past. You just don't have to look back". ..tr>..table>

Oh yeah. He's damn sexy and great with babies. How many fugly chicks do you think are gonna show up for this one?

I'm gonna go to bed now.

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Sure, not a problem. The only thing is your gonna have to go to MY REAL SITE Sam-A-Rama, to see a clip. And from this point on, "U.S." clips will only be shown on that site and no other. Unless G4 gets a hold of them and I wind up looking like an ass. Go see the clip and never say I was a tease.

I know, I know. I'll just try to make it brief, all right?

I saw that My Space has now applets that folks can use. I looked at them and I really think they're cute, but I really don't have time for any of them. I did notice that a few of my pals here have used them and have challenged me to play trivia or Texas Hold 'Em. I'm just too busy to play. Sorry, gang. Dialysis, college, work and stuff. Oh, and the blogs come first.

Now, I do now that there is an applet that lets you buy someone. Really, that one is just ridiculous. I got a phone call from one guy who said he had just "paid" for me and I thought it was just goofy, especially who the buyer was. Suddenly, I noticed that I was being "bought" by other people. Here's my thing, and maybe I may sound picky about it but what do I get out of being bought? WHERE'S MY PIECE? I mean, you bums may be thinking you're getting something good, but I am not seeing one dime out of it. Hell, if you really want to make this good, GET ME A FRICKIN' KIDNEY SO I CAN LEAD A SEMI-NORMAL LIFE AGAIN. I mean, I feel like these boobs are trying to pimp me out. And no, I will not buy you, dear reader. Think about that for a moment as I ease into the next subject.

I don't know what got into the water, but I have been hearing the "N" word lately, and not just from stupid assed strangers, but from folks I know. I guess most of you know me by now and know that I really don't like that word. I mean, slavery's over, Rosa Parks sat in the front seat, Martin marched, Malcolm yelled, Hank got 715 and now we could have a Black president soon. I think the time for the use of the word is done, at least with me. I tire of hearing the word and not jst from my own race. From folks I know and trust. I don't care whether how it's said, with an "r" at the end or an "a". I am sick of hearing it come from anyone's mouth. That being said, this is how I will handle it. As before in a previous post, I said goodbye to some of the drama in my life and haven't looked back. I am now officially getting rid of the "N" word in my life. If you are my friend, I hope that you will never use that word in my presence EVER again. This goes to everyone, Black, Asian, Hispanic, or White. To my Black, African-American, Sepia, whatever we've decided on, I know that we kinda use it when no one else is around. But just even saying it in private gets us in trouble. I know what Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle said. But that just gave every White frat boy a reason for them to tell the bit to their buddies. Let's just keep it down. I'm looking at you, Lil' Wayne.

As for the rest of you races, I'm telling you now to just stop it. Some of you think I'm talking about you and maybe I am. Let's face facts that I'm not the the stereotypical Black man. Hell yeah, I can belt out Skynard some nights better that what's on tour now. Right, I don't let my pants sag below my ass, I don't drive a pimped out ride, I can work an Hip Hop and R&B Leader just as mush as I can work Savannah's Best Rock and you wouldn't know the difference. I am not a White guy trapped inside of a Black man, which I do truthfully joke about. But I do know the truth that I am a Black man who has busted his hump and did so much to make sure that he doesn't become a thug, a pimp, or a hustler just like his father was. I am proud of my race and at the same time it angers me to see what has become of some of it. I hope that one day, as people are becoming more and more multicultural and the races are mixing together more often, we can all become a people of change and hope. Sorry, I guess you can see who I'm rooting for, but it is what it is.

To wrap this all up, I am glad that you all are my friends. I hope you understand why I don't use the applets and will never buy, sell or trade anyone for a profit. If you are truly my friend, you will understand and respect my wishes. If not, when why were we even friends in the first place? I hope it was for all the right reasons.

M is for the Many times she made me get my lazy ass out of bed to get an education.

O is for the fact that she was Only the best cook in the world.

T is for Trying her damndest to raise nine kids on her own and she did wonderfully.

H is for putting up with all the Hell we raised and the Hell she raised back when we messed up badly.

E is for Everyday that she would hug us when we were good and scold us when we screwed up.

R is for, in my opinion Really, the greatest woman that ever walked the face of the Earth and beyond.

Put it all together and they spell Sara Elizabeth Gordon, my mother. She's gone but never forgetten. Thanks, mom.

By the way, if you forget to get your mom a gift today, you can use this post as a letter for her. You unoriginal boob. Next year, get her a diamond to make up for it big time.

I'll bet most of you read the last post and went, "Oh, crap. Sam used the F-word. He must be pissed." Well, at the time that I wrote it, which was 4am on a late Saturday night, I was. I had an incident happen to me that involved someone I cared deeply about who sadly went off the deep end when all that should have happened was that they should have walked away from their problem and just try to enjoy themselves. Instead, they let pride be their downfall and caused major embarrassment. At first, I felt at fault because my friend didn't listen to me and I couldn't reign them in. Then I realized that they were on their own and there was nothing I could really do about it. When it was all said and done, even the police want anything to do with it. It was a mess the entire way all around and yes, alcohol was involved. Yes, the F-word I used in that post was the word "friends".

I don't think that posting all the details of what happened will solve anything from that night. Like I said before, it was messy. But, it did involve someone I liked very much. However, that person had way too much drama in their lives. I mean we all do, and sometimes people inflate it way too much to the point to where it can sometimes take over their lives, which is not for the best. I know that I have mine, but I've learned from other people who are my friends to just shake it off and just keep moving. That is not just some line Matthew McConeghey just throws out there. It's true. If you just keep your head straight and let things pass quietly, your life will be less stressful and more peaceful. I've had to learn that over the years and I fell much better for it. However, my friend did not and went through what I saw as a meltdown that wasn't needed. This is why I wrote what I did. No apologies whatsoever.

As for my friend, in truth I don't think we'll be friends anymore, at least at this time or anytime to be determined. As I stated in the post, I really sorry but I don't have time to rally around something that's not worth fighting for, including a fight. I was that way a long time ago and I'm older now and those days of being a two-fisted, crossed-eyed punk looking for trouble. I'm older, wiser, and quite truthfully, my feet hurt. I've had to learn to live alone and face my own drama head on and I have come out the better for it. It may even be the reason that I'm single now, but when it comes to having to hear from someone about how life sucks and they don't do anything about it to solve their own problems and expect me to sit there and listen and take it, then I have to pass.

Also as in the last post, I will not mention any names. This goes to everyone out there who can't take care of themselves and expect someone else to just take pity. There's nothing wrong with having a shoulder to lean on, but when you put your back out trying to hold another person up is hell and I can't do that anymore. I'm not addressing on person here, but I am addressing those that I do know who are Oscar winners when it comes to the dramamtic: STOP IT. It does no good to you and in the end because you bring it on yourself and you wnat everyone to suffer with you. Either it is a lousy job, an abusive relationship, even the guy who serves you the wrong coffee. FIX IT. It doesn't take bitching and moaning. It doesen't take screaming or violence. It takes a clear head. Once you have that, then everything else will work out fine and no more drama. in closing, to those of you I've lost as friends because of this one post, then I say once again "Good luck, good night and God Bless". I really do hope that you get your life in order and things will one day become better for you. Then maybe one day, once you have your life in order, maybe we'll see how I willl fit into your life as a friend, if I decide to take that road once again.

This video should answer it all.


One more thing. I love my life. I just found my sister and my old running buddy. I really don't have time for drama. I have a fucked up kidney problem and the last thing I need is someone wanting me to drop everything I and support a fucked up cause that does no one any good. So, I'm cutting the drama loose. I have better things to do with my time, like look for a kidney. If for some reason anyhone with that type of drama should be reading this, just let me say thanks for the good times and sorry for the bad times, but I really have no time for you anymore. Good luck, good night, and God Bless.

Okay, I saw it. I LOVED IT. IT OWNED ME AND I WAS IT"S GEEK WHORE.

That was the simple review. This is the much longer version of that.

When I first heard that Jon Favreau was going to direct "Iron Man", I was quite happy. I knew he was a smart, funny guy that gets the the whole comic book thing. Then I found out Robert Downey, Jr.had been cast as Tony Stark and I like millions of other people were now hyped to see what they would do. In the comics, Tony Stark is a damaged man. He drinks, he's a womanizer and sometimes, a complete a-hole who is now trying to redeem himself by becoming a superhero. Downey too is also a damaged man. I think we've all heard of his drug and alcohol problems and has been clean now for a few years. He now tries to redeem himself by becoming a superhero with much success.

Downey shines as Tony by simply playing his own offscreen persona: a smart, very witty guy. He could have gone for the typical superhero M.O. of being a brooding wimp out of the costume, but Stark is quick with a one liner. He tels a robot assiastant at one point that if he screws up again, he'll ship it off to a research center.You can't keep your eyes off him, in or out of armor the entire time.

As for the armor, it is amazing. Stan Winston based the designs straight from the comic and looks dead on. I'm glad they went with this version of the Iron Man armory. Back in the Seventies, there was one suit that had a nose. I kid you not...A nose on the face plate. Google it: Iron Man with a nose.

As for the other actors, Gwyneth Paltrow does a great job as Tony's assistant Pepper, with a quick line just as funny as Downey. Terence Howard as Jim Roades, Tony's best friend and military contact hangs in there. At one point, he looks at one of the Iron Man suits and says, "Next time, baby". In the comics, Jim also has his own armor as War Machine, so expect to see that in the sequel. Jeff Bridges plays dirty as Obidiah Stane, C.E.O. of Stark Industries as a man who the song "Backstabbers' by the O'Jays was written for. Oh eyah, and Stan Lee shows up as well. He has to as he is Stan "The Man" Lee who co-created the character.

In all, the movie is a wild ride that will make you happy that someone made a really good, not sucky comic book movie. Marvel took a risk by taking a semi-known (outside of comics) superhero and turned it into not a man of iron, but a man of gold. I highly reccomend this.

Oh, and stick around after the credits. You will be rewarded. You think Iron Man is the only other superhero?

I just had one of the best phone calls I have ever had in over, well eighteen years. After a long worry that lasted nearly two decades and search on Classmates that lasted all of ten minutes, including registration, I was on the phone with my long lost sister Terri. This was the greatest reunion since Led Zepplin banged it out last year.

Many readers know by now that I come from a huge family, mostly the fault of my old man not keeping it in his pants. He only got it right five times: Me, my brother Rocky,my late brother Eric, and my sisters Adrienne and Terri. There would be nothing to separate us when we were younger as we were as thick as thieves and sharp as knives. We were young, hot and cool. Boys thought the sisters were hot and girls were hot for the brothers. We were inseparable until the man who helped to create us would destroy us from within and we all went our own ways as adults. Eric passed away, but the rest still survived. Rocky is now the operations manager at a major uniforms company in Atlanta. Adrienne is fighting the war in Iraq from time to time for the Army. As for me, I became, well, you're reading it. As for Terri, she just disappeared without a trace. Not a bang nor a whimper. Simply poof and she was gone. It had been eighteen years. Until tonight.

Rocky and I got to talking and once in a while we would wonder where our lost sister was and how were things. Last week, we both decided that something needed to be done about it and soon. Rocky told me that he thought that she might be on Classmates as he got a note from her a few days before, but he wasn't able to verify it was her. I took up the search and after looking through the Savannah High School class of 1989, I finally found her name in the roster and left her a quick note on Sunday. It just said, "It's your brother. We need to talk". The next day, I received a note back saying that it was indeed my kid sister and she's been looking for me! She left me her number and she said that I should give a call as soon as I could so we could play catch up. I called up Rocky and gave him the great news then we argued about who should call her first. Ahhhh, brotherly love.

I first called her earlier today and got her voice mail to which I left her a message that I would be calling her later. Rocky got the jump on me and talked to her first this afternoon. Little putz. I would get my chance later this evening after work and night class. When I finally did talk to her for the first time in years, it was 9:25 pm and I just walked out of Family Law for another Wednesday night. She almost didn't recognize my voice when she heard me, but I knew hers. I was finally talking to my sister. Which wasn't long the first time as I was going home, but I was going home. Once I did however, after making a Taco Bell stop, that I would finally sit down as we can find out all about the Mystery of The Missing Sister.

I made that second call and we talked a lot. I won't let you in on all the details of what was said, but we both finally happy to be together once again after so long. For the first time in a long time, I was happy it seems and so was she. We briefed each other on our gains and losses over the years and how much has changed. Terri has two boys now, one's thirteen and the other's fourteen and now they have two new uncles. I could not be any prouder than that.

Terri and I spent over two hours on the phone until I said we should go to bed. She has kids to raise and I have to plug in to dialysis tomorrow. Still, we knew that from this point on, if she needs me, I'll be there for her and I hope she feels the same way. I have a handful of friends out there that I can depend on and other older brothers and sisters that are there for me to talk to, but Terri, Rocky and Adrienne were close enough to my age when we were all teens that we could talk to each other and the other understood. Our father may have slept with different women, but we were as tight as if we lived in one big house. When we split up, it hurt a hell of a lot. But now, slowly but surely we are now coming together once again. I have never been more happier and I can't wait until the Fantastic Four reunites again after so long.

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