"She's enjoying penis a little bit more?"

ABC26 New Orleans reports on a shot that enlarges the "g-spot" on a woman. And an unintentional flub that lets the rest of the country know why we are so backwoods:

 

Childlike or Childish?

It's often said by those who say things that folk listen to that being childlike is a compliment. The Bible says that faith like a child is what God considers Christ-honoring. But when someone calls another person childish, fists fly. Why? I have been called many things in my life but childish is one that is not too often taken graciously. Matter of fact, I act out negatively toward it. Why?

The crux of the issue is that when I'm called childish, it makes me feel like I'm being a child. There is more going on within me though. Let's take a trip down memory lane.

When I was a kid, I got in trouble all the time for running my mouth. Even if I wasn't saying something bad or telling a lie, I just always talked. It was tough for me, it really was. I got N's in conduct grades in grammar school because I always ran my trap. As I grew up, I never got a hold on it. I learned to just shut up, but I never figured out how to disconnect the hose that runs from my brain to my mouth. I think, pun possibly intended, that I think more thoughts than the general public. Perhaps this isn't the case. I have no real way of knowing. I'm too lazy to do the research and see if brain activity is dependent on psycho-social contingencies or if it's a matter of personal body chemistry. I don't know, but I do know that I think a lot of thoughts at any given second. And I'm not trying to tout my own thoughts as unique, intelligent, or important; I just think a lot.

It does, however, typically get me in trouble. And it's seemingly all the time. Whether I come off like a know-it-all, a dick, a jerk, a child, whatever, I get in trouble. I alienate friends. Coworkers develop a disdain for me. Hell, even total strangers are apparently put off by the fact that my shoes have holes in them.

I digress. My mouth is what gets me in trouble. I suppose my actions do it more, but my mouth is what makes the trouble arise. Even if I wrong someone, telling them that it's there fault or they made me do it causes the matter at hand to become more of an issue. If I would just accept what I did, apologize, and say that I'll work on not doing it again, then it might not even really matter that I did something deplorable in the first place. But I don't. I do some sketchy thing then I use my mouth to defend it (as if I had any real defense to stand on). I'm 29 and still I must confess that I get into trouble. Nobody else gets into trouble unless they get a DUI or get fired for looking at porn at work. I don't know anyone else.

Won't something just click within me that allows me to function on the level that my age dictates I should be at. I act childish because in many ways I'm a child still. I buy records over shoes. I work a job that is somewhat below me given that I have felt a calling to a path that required me to seek higher education. I blame everyone but myself for the choices I make. Christ help me!

Then even as I know the right way or thing to do, I still operate on the wrong frequency. I always choose the bad. Not always. I make the right choices some days. Is everyday a day that goes by that I, Jeff, can actually not sin? For me, I don't think I'm capable.

So, as I stated, when someone calls me childish, I feel like I haven't experienced maturation beyond the age of 15. Thus, I act like that. I kick or throw things. I act like a child. I'm sorry for acting like a child, friends.

I'm working on it.

Twitter

It's very difficult to find the time to blog. So, I wanted to let you know that I'm on Twitter. You can follow on me at www.twitter.com/jefferygwatkins

You mean, JET BRONX

You mean Jet Bronx

And The Winner Is...

ME!

So, I bought 80 records or so from a guy here in New Orleans for $161.25 (nevermind the odd amount) a couple months ago. I listed about 40 of them on eBay (a few were things I bought and tried to resell), and had great success. They mostly all sold and I still have half to get rid of I sold 35 of 40 things, and the five were all my junk not this dude's records. I chose to keep a few gems, obviously. And remember, if you're counting, I paid less than $3 for each of them:

Yes, I'm bragging. Here are the hits. Click the link to see what the record sold for. Everything started for $4.99:

At The Drive In - "Vaya" on White vinyl

Bright Eyes - There Is No Beginning To The Story LP - 1st Pressing

The Get Up Kids - "Two EP's" LP - Rare Import

Hey Mercedes - "Everything Fireworks" - First Pressing

Joy Division - "Still" LP - Original 1981

Kid Dynamite - "Kid Dynamite" - First Pressing x/500

Lifetime - "Hello Bastards" - First Pressing on Purple Vinyl x/500

Owls - "Owls" LP - Rare Blue Wax

Piebald - "We Are The Only Friends We Have" - First Pressing on Green Vinyl

Pedro the Lion - "Control" LP - Clear vinyl

These Arms Are Snakes - "This Is Meant To Hurt You" LP - x/300

The Shining: Recut

I found this via Chase. This horror film turns feel good. Hilarious.

SNL Last SNL

I didn't get a chance to watch it, but this is so flippin' funny.

What I Did Last Week

So, you don't know this, but the street I live on is very narrow down both sides of the four-lane thoroughfare. As I was driving last week, I needed to get into the left-hand lane to make the U-turn to get to my house. An older lady driving adjacent to me suddenly came very close to my car. I don't think she was over the line, but it was close, and I was yelling explicatives at her. Paying attention to her rather than my position on the road, I heard a loud bang.



I hit my side mirror against a side mirror of a stationary car on the side of the road. And, I completely took it off.



I hesitated for a moment, thinking it might be better to not go back. But my conscience compelled me. I'm glad I did. The people were so nice. I hit a pest control's company vehicle and we both have State Farm, so it might have alleviated some of the technical issues in resolving this mess.



While I completely removed that car's side mirror, mine was still intact. I was missing the mirror itself, but it didn't shatter. I think I can just put it back on. The motor still works on the side-mirror, so I will need to get the front piece of the mirror that matches the gray paint of my car.



It is annoying. I wish it could have been avoided. But I'm glad it's not severe.

A Week After Mardi Gras, I'm Still Purging

Beads, beads, beads.

Beads, beads, beads.

Beads, beads, beads.