Gil Scott Heron - "B" Movie (FULL VERSION)

Sesame Street: Andrea Bocelli's Lullabye To Elmo

Andrea Maria Monica Blackwell  and none of those names, in FACT, start with an "N"

But can a sistah get a dental plan?
And the Survey says...."NO"

Because I'm a "nigger"

even to my own family who sold me that Ayn Rand shit via a stepmonster from Hackensack, NJ

Who says I deserved it because she was treated that way.
NO, I'm pretty sure she wasn't.

At my age, she was riding my FATHER to her comfort zone in ANOTHER FREAKING BEDROOM!

since the 1970 when I asked him to send her back because I liked Olga better!  I wanted to learn her languages and wanted her to do my hair WET like she knew how from GUATEMALA and she is Japanese, married and I hope doing wonderfully in California somewhere.
I only remember her first name was "Olga" but it came out, "Awga" and I'm sorry about that.  I was 5 when she suddenly disappeared with none if any "good-byes".  For all I knew, she went to visit Mother who I was still waiting for.... hypocrisy was all around me, I never understood death or the fear of it.....I just knew I wasn't wrong to think it was stupid to be afraid of a 2 year old, holding up a peace sign.....with TWO messages at the dinner table.  We were the first family of color in Levittown@Belair, pronounced, B'lair and Bowie was pronounced, "Buoy" because we were 2 hours from the ocean.  oops, I mean 3 hours.  (Ironmoccasin in the family)

The Muppet Show - S5 E10 P1/3 - Jean-Pierre Rampal

I have my OWN name, Ron Paul
It's NOT "Andi" is ANDREA and Not Botticcelli....clueless

I forgot where this was for....BLAST!

 

Sorry to dissapoint, but ur not pissing me off.

 I thought I posted this....ah well.  browser crash...
It was in the draft bin, so....

I'm still not satisfied with my voice, and have dumped copious sound bits of me saying things and singing, ....  stuff that's not really for public consumption.  IRL, I don't talk much, but I sing quite a bit.  My voice is fine for cars, showers and my pitch is fine, I might vocaloid just to get it out there for someone else to remix.
For instance, my cousin did a song and I want to play with it and shoot it back at him to see what he thinks.  I'm interested in learning how to mix, not actually in what I do myself.  That's just me wanting to put it together a really beefy OAR for art therapy.
Anyway, while someone was busy trying to impress me with shit I have no use for, I saw this clip of Bill Maher....and pressed "record" while I listened to it.
I think I can put my left contact lens back in tomorrow.
So, here's what happened while listening to Bill rip on a school Dad actually put on my list of what turned out to be,
A complete waste of time.
So..  here's the track and I'll find the link of the video I was ROFL'n at.
https://soundcloud.com/andrea-blackwell/laughing-at-bill-maher

Laughter is truly the best medicine and I rarely share stuff I'm not laughing at when I think about it.



People think I'm angry because I type hard or something.
The fact of the OSI model is that it is more than just a tool for IEEE architecture.  Before the OSI model, there were the Three Laws of Robotics.
There is a different OSI model for the backbone the internet sits.

Look it up, it gives me a headache but I was raised by the source code of it's philosophical wisdom that started with Dad who was a DATA systems analyst which in his day meant
he was a machine language nerd...  a programmer.
I'm a NETWORK systems analyst and add engineer for my avionics and 3D architect as a virtual world builder.
Think 3D website.

The truth is, I am not even supposed to worry about students who aren't up to my Jr. High education.  It's not my place to dig up what I grew up on for some ego trip's amusement.  Someone demanded I explain the Baha'i. 
I won't do that either.  That's taboo by members and ridiculous for someone who only listened to months of what he was allowed to share with me.
There's no way I was going to break a vow for an asshat with no mental capacity or discipline to do his own homework as I did.   His collosal ego rejected everything for dirt, and the mere mention of the name Jesus was a sound of utter revulsion as he convinced me to leave what little I have to follow him and be equal on a farm with his "family".  And was angry when he did the exact thing Colbert did with, "No, I don't see race!"
Better LOOK and look close because I am NOT at all impressed with some guy who thinks he's some big savior to me....not with all that aggressive ignorance was an actual bare bones bigotry, rejecting anything I said that he didn't understand.  Never try to enlighten a person by dragging them to a dark, ignorant place.  And what he was describing was as close to slavery as one could get.
We already did the homesteading, how dare some ignorant fool tell me he knows better!  I have a long legacy of intellectuals on both sides, and maybe if he had a clue, he would research the records, find out who HE is, before presuming to tell me who I already know I am.


I'm not a master of the Dao, I grew up on a Bible called "The Way" where we discussed openly the idea that Jesus was like a Levittowners we were, outside the District of Columbia
and Jerusalem was like the burbs of Cairo. 
In school, we were also permitted in 7th grade to consider OBJECTIVELY, that he'd learned a lot off the silk road...including Buddhism....of which I am not a master. 
Tho I am mistaken for a Buddhist, I'm only a Reiki master.
Don't ask me to teach what I am not worthy of teaching or expect to force it out of me to justify how much you know more than me of something I already said, I will NOT teach. 
So, while I was dismissing the fool yanking my skirt for a cookie, this video came up and I decided to record what my mood actually was at the time of my being so egotistical or whatever he was about to BS next. 
I only offered a cartoon correcting a comment and someone wanted to make a big whoop about it.
I decided on making a lafftrack for the next person who thinks I'm pissed off at their attempts at sucking on energies running on a different frequency.
They expect me to act virtuous when I'm being righteous.
yeah, it doesn't work that way.
I'm a warrior woman, a veteran of the USNavy, and as long as I can do , I will do.
When I've done all I can to my satisfaction, I will consider the next level of existence that serves the Tao.
When Tao speaks, I listen.
Meanwhile, take it up with Laozi

It's the End of the World As We Know it by R.E.M (Lyrics on Screen)

That's funny, wasn't it the end of the world when 1984 happened in 1984?
This was the theme song for my Periscope Down version of the DADT Navy.
I was married and freedom friendly, and the other un-mainstreamables called me "family".


And
they were there for me when the Navy weren't pleased when I was
expecting when my ex went out to sea.  The Forrestfire burned and
delayed his deployment and he was glowing on a southern beach in France or Egypt
when I gave him the good news.
He joked about how no civilian clothes
helped disguise the gleaming white sailors walking down the beach.  He felt more
nakie than the sunbathers.
But this was our general attitude when we learned of the BIG lie that was Desert Shield/Storm.
But more so after I lost the baby.

They knew he was gone and harassed me and would NOT prove that horrid smelling black tar goop was safe for pregnant women to work around. 

I found out it was NOT something I should have been subject to and they did it on purpose because someone ELSE did the maintenance and didn't finish the job water proofing with the sealant  nauseating that was putrid even if you weren't preggers.

and NO, the motorcycle didn't cause a miscarriage!  NDN women road HORSES, but they didn't lug around heavy tool boxes! 

 And no, she who sold yourself out....I don't care if you went bowling while pregnant, it's tacky to show the birth video at a party AND your ball didn't weight upwards of 25 pounds, you ridiculous twit!

And I don't care how much you got pregnant to let you marry your boyfriend, if your MOTHER is raising your child, SHE's the woman, not YOU.  (and there WERE kings and queens in Africa just like Coming to America)

So much electronics, yet dumb as a k-nob.

"That's so fakey, there's no such thing as kings and queens in AFRICA!"

 I was long past sick of tolerating such intolerance, when we had a really cool gig!


There
was no SOP for dealing with things that weren't issued in our seabags,
and my only outlet was a priest, who was indifferent as the supervisors,
one of whom had a wife 6 months along.  HE KNEW BETTER!

They
were not pleased when the indifference to my family was met with as much
indifference towards their pathetic mission to destroy my legacy....a
GS15 Step D called "Dad".
I didn't know he was such a high ranking
"sir" until those asshats made a big deal about his security clearance. 
It was kind of stupid since I hadn't any myself....as they should have
as I found out later.  A security clearance for a P-3 Orion sub-chaser,
would have helped my civilian career.  An aviation anti-submarine
warfare technician in the Navy, worked on ALL the black boxes on those
birds.
But they thought it was funny to test me to the point where I
called Dad to see if he could see what I was up to.  The man was still
in the NSA dungeon, so that backfired and they're probably on a list
somewhere for killing my unborn child.
That was 1990 and no, one does not just GET the hell OVER IT!

The truth about SPAM and fry bread

I've never seen this method before, but it's been a really long time!

When the Hollywood, Florida powwow left, I learned how to make fry bread on Powwows dot com and AOL's Native American Chat room!
And
since SPAM was upscale from commods, the real stuff was considered
posh.  We laughed when the SPAMburger came out and I used it instead of
the sausage they had at the fair. 
It was SOOOO good we buzzed about variations...  some like a little sugar in the dough.
Then I went on a mission..
I took a load to L5P in a Georgia chili contest/cornbread contest and they loved it.
But
by then, we were getting harassed by SNERTs in the metaphysical chat
room, telling us it was evil to talk about String Theory and Celestine
Prophecy in the dial-up days.




When people came in complaining
about our talks about Great Spirit, or whatever, I got the SPAM sketch
from the BBS boards and blasted them out of the room with the Aohell
browser.
Otherwise, you couldn't paste that much in a chat window. 



SPAM and Frybread became a formidable weapon!

Our jobs were a crushing bore, but we weren't dead yet.

And this is how we dealt with the boring task at hand.

Without diversions, they knew we'd burn out fast.  When the suits were gone and we had hours to go, we took the day out on Barn Doom to work it off before dragging it home.