There are times when you know that you've overstayed your welcome and realize that it's time to look toward the future. Risks have to be taken in order to improve and grow as a person. I know that the time for me has come.
From this this day on, I'm no longer affiliated with Darkside Entertainment. I've been involved with it for almost ten years, and learned alot. I started selling tickets to help my boy out, which led to starting the website, creating fliers, handling promotions, and other tasks. It gave me a greater passion for music and led me to become a DJ.
When different philosophies are involved, it can lead to counter-production, and even worse, animosity. I'm leaving before the latter sets in. I have no ill-wills, nor am I upset with anybody, because in the end it's all about partying and having a good time, no? I would hope that the same could be said about me in the minds of the Darkside crew.
Please continue to support Darkside by going to their events, because they are ONE OF THE TOP promotions around. The events they throw are amazing.
Leaving Darkside doesn't mean that I'm going to stop promoting. Actually, I'm going to give this a shot on my own along with a couple of my peoples. Truthfully, I've got nothing planned, nor have an idea of what I'm going to do...yet. You'll be the first to know when I have something going down.
I want thank everybody that I've met and showed love at the boat rides, and other Darkside affiliated events. Hopefully you'll stay along for the ride, and see what I'll be doing in the future. If not, it's all good, and I understand.
Big ups to Canela, Big Bear, DJ Classic, and the rest of the crew that's rolled with Darkside through the years.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
What happened to all the nice guys?
An open letter...
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and reinforced your position by claiming that you were “just friends.” Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?”
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a-” friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren’t really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you’re upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he’d have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he’s probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I’m sorry that it took the complete absence of “nice guys” in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
So, if you’re looking for a nice guy, here’s what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what’s right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don’t really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
< /rant>
::exhale::
Okay. Feeling better now.
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were fucking treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and reinforced your position by claiming that you were “just friends.” Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?”
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a-” friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren’t really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you’re upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he’d have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an asshole than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he’s probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I’m sorry that it took the complete absence of “nice guys” in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
So, if you’re looking for a nice guy, here’s what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what’s right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don’t really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
< /rant>
::exhale::
Okay. Feeling better now.
Friday, October 5, 2007
"Hello. I'm E.J., and I'm a New York Yankees fan."
Group: "Hi, E.J."
Select people in said group: "Yankees Suck! Yankees Suck!" (Repeat ad nausium)
I've been a Yankee fan all of my life; way before their recent successes. I was at the games when Rick Rhoden, Andy Hawkins, Pasqual Perez, and his brother Melido, were the aces of the pitching staff, with recurring coke-head Steve Howe as the closer. Names like Danny Tartabull, Jessie Barfield, Mel Hall, Hensley Mulens, Alvaro Espinoza, Andy Stankowitz, Randy Velarde, Jack Clark, and Steve Sax, were part of the "Bronx Bombers" of the 80's to early 90's. Don't get me wrong, the Yanks had Dave Winfield, and Don Mattingly, but c'mon...who else was there?
I hate to give the grocery list of past players, but it almost seems like I have to defend myself whenever I say that I'm a Yankee fan. Right away some Masshole Sox fan or Met apologist jumps on my balls to tell me that I only followed them when they started winning. I have to give a sixty minute slide show presentation about my knowledge of the game itself before I convince somebody that I'm not a fair-weather fan. The thing is people like my father, or some of my pals make it tough for me to associate with them at times, because they're the shitty Yankee fans that people hate. Hell, I hate them myself.
******BLOG INTERRUPTION******
I just heard about this article on the radio. This is the shit that makes all Yankee fans look bad. These ass-hats aren't even from New York!
******BLOG COMMENCE******
I can understand to a certain degree why people hate the Yanks and their fans. The championships and the very high payroll could piss people off. Met and Red Sox fans have to stay away from that argument:
2007 Payroll (from USAToday.com)
1) Yankees
2) Red Sox
3) Mets
Small ball teams can't front either. Look at the Athletics and the Twins. They are always contenders, and this year 7 out of the 8 teams in the playoffs were not in it last year, so spending the cash really hasn't paid off (pun intended).
Last night, the Yanks were crushed by the Indians 12 - 3 in game one of the divisional playoffs. I was at my parents' house watching the game with pops, and by the fifth inning, my dad wanted Torre gone since they obviously can't come back from a 0-1 deficit. A guy that own the store a few doors down from my store was sitting outside, all depressed and saying that it's over. This is the stuff I DESPISE. As soon as the Yanks lose, people lose their shit and give up. Don't get me wrong, they Yanks didn't do well last night. They had Sebathia on the ropes a few times with the bases loaded, and didn't capitalize. Jorge Posada swung at at would have been ball four twice, thus bringing in a run and keep Sebathia on the mound and tiring him out even more. Bringing in unproven rookies to the mound in relief was not a decision I agreed with either, but to give up on the season so quickly really shows what type of people I deal with on a daily basis. I'm not cocky when I say that I'm confident that the Yanks will win this round, because I believe they really can. Anybody who thinks that they're going to breeze through these teams is obviously an ignorant baseball fan.
***************************************
A day after the Mets had that tough loss at home to be eliminated from the playoffs, I posted a bulletin on MySpace to rub it to only the Met fans who were talking trash since the beginning of the season. Here it is:
I've got my:
and I'm going to
to see the boys in the playoffs.
To all of the Met fans who were talking all that
all season long...
What are ya'll up to?
I never received so many responses to a bulletin that I've posted. Hell, I wish I had that kind of response to my boat ride postings. People read it right away and thought I was being a typical member of the "Yankee Universe" (blech) and just rubbing it in to all of the Met faithful. Nope. It says only the ones that were talking bullshit all season long. You know who you are. The ones calling into WFAN or ESPN radio trashing the Yanks in April and May (deserve-idly so in certain points) claiming "you" were on the way to win the World Series before the All-Star break. Those voices got kinda silent in mid-September, no? My uncle is one of the few Met fans that I can talk baseball getting into an argument. I really don't follow the National league much, and he doesn't get into the American league, so we can help each other out if we have a question about a certain player or team. To be honest, he's a bigger Met fan than I am a Yankee fan. He stays up late for all of the games when the Mets are in the West coast. He has to get up early in the morning to be at work at 5:00 AM. Mind you, the West coast games don't start until 10:00 PM New York time.
So the next time you encounter a Yankee fan, please give him the benefit of the doubt, and find out if he's a true baseball fan. Not like the douche bags you see on T.V. or at your local watering hole.
Thank you.
Select people in said group: "Yankees Suck! Yankees Suck!" (Repeat ad nausium)
I've been a Yankee fan all of my life; way before their recent successes. I was at the games when Rick Rhoden, Andy Hawkins, Pasqual Perez, and his brother Melido, were the aces of the pitching staff, with recurring coke-head Steve Howe as the closer. Names like Danny Tartabull, Jessie Barfield, Mel Hall, Hensley Mulens, Alvaro Espinoza, Andy Stankowitz, Randy Velarde, Jack Clark, and Steve Sax, were part of the "Bronx Bombers" of the 80's to early 90's. Don't get me wrong, the Yanks had Dave Winfield, and Don Mattingly, but c'mon...who else was there?
I hate to give the grocery list of past players, but it almost seems like I have to defend myself whenever I say that I'm a Yankee fan. Right away some Masshole Sox fan or Met apologist jumps on my balls to tell me that I only followed them when they started winning. I have to give a sixty minute slide show presentation about my knowledge of the game itself before I convince somebody that I'm not a fair-weather fan. The thing is people like my father, or some of my pals make it tough for me to associate with them at times, because they're the shitty Yankee fans that people hate. Hell, I hate them myself.
******BLOG INTERRUPTION******
I just heard about this article on the radio. This is the shit that makes all Yankee fans look bad. These ass-hats aren't even from New York!
******BLOG COMMENCE******
I can understand to a certain degree why people hate the Yanks and their fans. The championships and the very high payroll could piss people off. Met and Red Sox fans have to stay away from that argument:
2007 Payroll (from USAToday.com)
1) Yankees
2) Red Sox
3) Mets
Small ball teams can't front either. Look at the Athletics and the Twins. They are always contenders, and this year 7 out of the 8 teams in the playoffs were not in it last year, so spending the cash really hasn't paid off (pun intended).
Last night, the Yanks were crushed by the Indians 12 - 3 in game one of the divisional playoffs. I was at my parents' house watching the game with pops, and by the fifth inning, my dad wanted Torre gone since they obviously can't come back from a 0-1 deficit. A guy that own the store a few doors down from my store was sitting outside, all depressed and saying that it's over. This is the stuff I DESPISE. As soon as the Yanks lose, people lose their shit and give up. Don't get me wrong, they Yanks didn't do well last night. They had Sebathia on the ropes a few times with the bases loaded, and didn't capitalize. Jorge Posada swung at at would have been ball four twice, thus bringing in a run and keep Sebathia on the mound and tiring him out even more. Bringing in unproven rookies to the mound in relief was not a decision I agreed with either, but to give up on the season so quickly really shows what type of people I deal with on a daily basis. I'm not cocky when I say that I'm confident that the Yanks will win this round, because I believe they really can. Anybody who thinks that they're going to breeze through these teams is obviously an ignorant baseball fan.
***************************************
A day after the Mets had that tough loss at home to be eliminated from the playoffs, I posted a bulletin on MySpace to rub it to only the Met fans who were talking trash since the beginning of the season. Here it is:
I've got my:
and I'm going to
to see the boys in the playoffs.
To all of the Met fans who were talking all that
all season long...
What are ya'll up to?
I never received so many responses to a bulletin that I've posted. Hell, I wish I had that kind of response to my boat ride postings. People read it right away and thought I was being a typical member of the "Yankee Universe" (blech) and just rubbing it in to all of the Met faithful. Nope. It says only the ones that were talking bullshit all season long. You know who you are. The ones calling into WFAN or ESPN radio trashing the Yanks in April and May (deserve-idly so in certain points) claiming "you" were on the way to win the World Series before the All-Star break. Those voices got kinda silent in mid-September, no? My uncle is one of the few Met fans that I can talk baseball getting into an argument. I really don't follow the National league much, and he doesn't get into the American league, so we can help each other out if we have a question about a certain player or team. To be honest, he's a bigger Met fan than I am a Yankee fan. He stays up late for all of the games when the Mets are in the West coast. He has to get up early in the morning to be at work at 5:00 AM. Mind you, the West coast games don't start until 10:00 PM New York time.
So the next time you encounter a Yankee fan, please give him the benefit of the doubt, and find out if he's a true baseball fan. Not like the douche bags you see on T.V. or at your local watering hole.
Thank you.
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