Computer ON

Facebook Status Update:

She lives! Computer on. Online communication back to normal. Where the wahines at?

[Bought another netbook charger to power up my tattered Eee PC. Hopefully it'll hold me over 'til I get to where I need to go somewhere on the other side of the Pacific.]

A Volunteer at the Ball

I haven't the juevos to actually do it but I've been playing with the idea of posting a particularly lewd Facebook Status:

I don't see such statements on Facebook (not with people I'm connected with anyways) and figure it would be a good laugh. What reactions would I get? If any? Does it matter? Maybe the point is: Facebook is all a front, yeah? What people put up on their accounts is what they want everyone to see them as? That's easy enough. To post a status update like that throws a wrench in the system of that masked perception. It's like some Grand Ball where everyone tries to look their best. But you know what? "I am not what you see. I am me - despite what my profile says." Or doesn't say. I'm at the Ball as well. My tuxedo and shiny shoes consists of not filling in "education information" and "work information." I am by many definitions a bum and I'm being coy about it on Facebook. Watch me take a bow.

Yes I realize the "volunteer" comment is a reflection of me. Admitted. Certainly the idea behind the statement isn't wholly embraced within myself but it's an aspect that exists or relates, however minuscule.

So who am I?

Not what you think you know.

It's past midnight, Cinderella.

There are many things I have kept from writing. Things of a similar vain to that seen above. They are amusements - just like everything I write - amusements nuh-uh PG-13. My mind has been dancing ballroom steps to the rhythm of "do I or don't I?" I stuttered on a step once because the moment was there and it stayed there when I left it.

You're welcome. Enjoy your fruit punch.

Now let's move on . . .

but do I or don't I?

A Love Fulfilled, Though a Love Unrequited

The following was originally a response to quote posted on Facebook: "In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationships we were afraid to have and the decisions we waited too long to make."

- Wiz Khalifa

"For I have loved and lost without a TOUCH, without a WORD, without COMMUNION with those I held in the loftiest of admiration. Grand they still walk the avenues of this mind for in mere THOUGHT did I love each and every one of them. Such be this love fulfilled, though a love unrequited."

- Leonard Lacking

Yes Indeed It Is the 1st of the Month

"Hey Life, it's me, I STILL see ya!! And it's the 1st of the month. What up, homie?" Enjoy.

When About Girls - Odd to Ask of Lacking

Originally intended to be a throwaway status update on Facebook, shit didn't fit so here into my blog it goes.

A question was asked of me just a few minutes ago and it was an odd one at that. Why was it odd? Considering my non-never-non-non-event status one would figure that everyone who knows of me would pick up the "ill aura" and fall into line. This question being "Why don't you have a girlfriend?" I reply simply "Girls don't like me." (Then proceeded to singing a verse from this evening's newly written song, FMFY.) This status update makes it official. "And if ya don't know, now you know, nigga." At least to all those connected to my Facebook account. Ain't that juicy? =P

Splat May Go the Easter Bunny

A relative of mine greeted everyone on his Facebook Wall with a "Happy Easter". In immediate response to his Easter greeting, this is what I replied right onto his Facebook Status:

Justin Fernandez While I was driving today I ALMOST roadkilled a fluffy pink bunny jaywalking the street carrying what looked like a wicker basket full of chocolate eggs, Peeps marshmallows and various other pastel-colored sweets. I'm glad I didn't RUN OVER that fluffy pink bunny with defunct pedestrian skills . . . but I'm also kind of MIFFED I didn't. This is called a conundrum . . . with a wicker basket full of goodies. =l

The Madness of Easter Explained By Preacher Hicks

The following was posted this Easter day on my Facebook Wall by yours [truly] Lacking:

Justin Fernandez

is a major-major fan of the grand comedy wise-man Bill Hicks. "Now you know my 2 cents regarding this whole Easter celebration madness." =P

Alone Writing for a Change

"While everyone else was out I was changing the world."

-- Leonard Lacking

LL to Level Forty Six & 2

The following was originally a post on my Facebook Wall:

"Regarding Nurseaporean's earlier wonderful Bruno Mars' video link Today My Life Begins on my wall I respond with this song that motivates me to move on with life with not only goodness but A GREATER AWARENESS OF EVERYTHING. [The rock band] TOOL - and especially TOOL frontman Maynard James Keenan - you are truly magnificent bastards. =) Enjoy the song." "I wanna feel the change consume me, feel the outside turning in . . ."

Third-Degree Cool

I, Leonard Lacking, He Who Lacks, realize there are many, many people far too cool for me to be at their triple-superior [1.cool/2.too cool/3.far too cool] cool level. Oooh, burn. =l Where are the Cool Supplements (in GIANT plastic tub containers) at the GNC Store? =/

Something about KG

Leonard Lacking is currently caught in Love Nostalgia of a KG kind. For those that have heard my story of a Great (Prozac-boosted) Love - you know who I'm talking about! =P Appy-polly-loggies to the one who asked me to "leave her alone." This song hows there's uh . . . yeah still something there. =P

This entry was originally posted on Facebook - hence the anonymity of KG - but for those who took the time to get to He Who Lacks I'll go on and tell you what Great Love still stays as something in my heart: Krystle Garcia.

The Death Nostalgia

DEATH [deth] -noun: The act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism. Compare brain death.

NOSTALGIA [no-stal-juh] -noun: the evocation of this emotion, as in a book, film, image, etc.

Honestly & Sincerely Miss K part 2 (a.k.a. The Loser Revelation)

The following is the second response in a Facebook message to Miss K. The first (original) message can be found here: http://leonardlacking.blogspot.com/2011/04/honestly-sincerely-miss-k-aka-she-who.html

OH . . . MY . . . GOODNESS! WHAT-A-RELIEF!!!!! =O

~whew!!!

Wait, gimme a minute to breathe . . .

=)

Jeez Loueez, I thought you despised me.

~whew

I need another minute to ughhh . . .

hold up . . .

~whew

=D

Ahhh. That's better. ;)

There is a diligence and then there is driven. Then there is Miss K, who somehow has shifted beyond basic motivations into a far greater plane that is "the overdriven". Whoa. I think that plane is the stop just right before "The Twilight Zone". Miss K, with all your hard work I'd like to know something about you - how do you like to spend your downtime? Books? Movies? Dinners? The Zoo? The lions? The zebras? The monke . . . okay now I'm stuck on the San Francisco Zoo. =O

=)

I'm sad to hear that those 3 years in that middle school was a cheerless time for you. Why? Those 3 same years were something I enjoyed muchly. Had I known it was a sour time for you I would have reached out and connected with you, yes. Strange, strange indeed. As soon as I stepped into Independence High School orientation, I was fully broken. The end of my 8th grade year was a giant shatter for reasons I'll explain perhaps sometime in the future when we get to know each other better because it's a lot to say and a lot to take in. I'll spare you the ultra magnificent show that is "me playing my violin" . . for now, Miss K. =)

I'm sitting here writing and think do you even like to be called "K___"? It's probably a major peeve for you? =P I type K___ because (a) it's short and (b) it reminds me of a splendid song by Death Cab For Cutie - Cath.(a song about Wuthering Heights' Catherine Earnshaw and her emotional predicament) Great melody. Great lyrics too and I'm hardly ever a lyric guy, it's usually just rock-BOOM-rock!! =D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yFtWJhsT3k

So what should I call you? Miss K? That's a given, yes. But what else? I could try Nelson Mandela but I'm not sure if it'll stick, ya know? =P heh heh

I don't know what your own personal vision of me was back then, Nelson Mandela, but I reckon it was far different from what was going on inside in my head. I heard Shalina somehow ended up with a rather dark drawing of mine - evidence of where my mind was going and kept steady on for 10 years.

"Hello, class. Depression isn't cool."

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson" the students reply.

At the end of my most terrible times at high school I got lost on the path that every well-adjusted pre-adult takes to college and soon on into the American work force. But not I. No school, no work. Just lost. Just me. I honestly hope this revelation doesn't turn you away, Nelson. I get fearful and anxious when revealing my status to new acquaintences as "The Living Inefficient". It's a dirty and disgusting thing people generally don't want to be around - I understand - a person who has a frown permantly etched onto his face. Unless such a person works for Barnum & Bailey. Which I don't because I don't know how to juggle. Oh darn, that's such a neat skill! Maybe I can be the one who gets pies perpetually thrown to his face? I'll be sure to give you free ringside tickets and a complimentary pie throw! Woohoo!! =D

Anywho, since you look to be interested in where I am in this world please feel free to check my site athttp://leonardlacking.blogspot.com/

Good news, Nelson Mandela! 3 weeks ago I had a massive mood shift! . . . which explains why I've come out of the blue to see you. Since my recent feelgood turn, I've been wanting to get in touch with people who have in the past brightened my day. Yes, that includes you, Miss K. =)

So here we are.

Enjoy your everything!

~Justin

Chemix is a Gangbanger

The following was a message sent to Chemix [recent: http://singserv.blogspot.com/ --- oldie but a goodie: http://twice-constantly.blogspot.com/]

I've officially decided to now refer to you as Nate-Dog. It is your special East Side San Jose gangster moniker. You're a Crip and only a Crip because I was surrounded by blue rags in my youth and as such you too shall rock the order of the blue bandanna. Should you choose to defect from us and join the Bloods I have from high authority to low-dropkick your knees and to continue low-dropkicking your knees so viciously that you will be known to your fellow bloods as Nate-GoD [(Go)t (D)ropkicked].

Honestly & Sincerely Miss K (a.k.a. She Who Scans)

The following is a (as of this post) just sent Facebook message to Miss K:

Hello Miss K! =)

It's Justin here.

I stand humbled.

Honesty and sincerity is something I like to adhere to. I find that with these two characteristics it's easier to go on in life without wasting energy on whisper games and hidden meanings; to keep up with such social unnecessities can make a person question the steps they take all because they would not begin with truth.

Baloo the bear sang a related sentiment in the Jungle Book tune, "Bare Necessities."

=)

Why do I write this to you, Miss K? In our very brief time together, our correspondence has been limited to just a few messages. A couple of those messages weren't responded to and I worry that perhaps you purposefully did not reply to those 2 messages for a very specific reason: I wrote some things that could have been considered too forward.

I could apologize but in all honesty what was written (just the words) was simply my own personal expression and reaction to what you had typed in your message - bits of your own life that I very much appreciate you having shared with me. And I thank you for that, it shows I'm not a complete stranger. Now, if the message that came across to you in those words somehow upset you . . .

for THAT, I sincerely apologize, Miss K.

I wish to only open up a friendly dialog with you.

Preferrably without a personal anxiety of worrying about stepping on your "mind toes."

=D

I wouldn't dare mess with you, Miss K. The word on the street is that you have brain-kaboom!-exploding powers like the dudes in the 1981 film Scanners!!

=O

[Justin convulses . . .]

Oh crap . . . I can feel it nooooow!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! ShieeeeeeeAAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

[ . . . KABLOOEY! goes Justin's head!!!!!]

=P =D

I really do hope to hear from you Miss K, for this message in particular. I can't be any more bare [necessity] to you then I am now. I also apologize for the bloody brain matter left scattered all over the place. Go easier on me next time, Supremely Powerful Scanner K. They don't make Ibuprofen strong enough to resist you. =P =D

~Justin