cuz’ this niggas still crazy…
I had an embarrassing moment at my REAL job last week and it made me realize that I am spending too much time in the basement of my parent’s house sitting in my drawls typing on a computer. It was one of those instances that even the Prince of Bullshiite that I am widely regarded as could not circumnavigate around. My game had slipped on some public shit.
When I got home after going to the bar after work I immediately came to the computer for solace. The comments section at DALLASPENN dot com would be my salve. All the usual suspects were there and they were in rare form. These folks understand me and don’t judge me. They allow me to just exist as I want to, as the Black Peter Pan, without the tights. But I realized that this world here in cyberspace is virtual and not literal. I need money to pay for the cable service that provides my internets access. So I have to leave this virtual Utopia where I can talk truth to power and cuss supremacy to its’ face.
I can’t blame my writing and blogging on my lackluster performance at the REAL gig. I just have to step up my game. This means getting some sleep and spending less time on the internets. It doesn’t mean that I have to quit blogging, because that’s certainly not the answer when you find something that you love, but I have to spend less time on the web. I apologize to anyone who watched me walk out of the building in the middle of the discussion. That was rude and selfish. You good people aren’t the reason that I fail, if anything, you are my only success. I’m sorry that sometimes I get a little crazy…
do your thing dallas.
we’ll still be here.
drop us a line, when you can. show supremacy a thing or 2.
PEACE
that clown scares the living shit out of me! is that one of those left over muthafucka from that pervert Friedman family or what!
Holy Smoking Hot Sauce!
I heart you do your thang however you do it best with our with tights you’re still that man dallas muthfucken penn!
quality, not quantity; slow & low, not fast and jack rabbit.
that’s just being a grown man, d. keep it up (no foley).
its just the man trying to keep us uninformed!
I’m in the same circumstance often…doesn’t help that I like to blog at work and my boss knows about it. Without this blog thing I’d probably go 9 kinds of crazy instead of the 3 that I am. At least I’d talk to myself alot more.
Thanks for the update homie…. Next drink is on me when we cross paths… Better yet I’ll pull the truck around with the cooler. Stay strong brother! Stay Strong!!!
The shame about all of us living for Friday is one day we’re gonna wonder where it all went!
PS – I gotta co-sign Miss Ahmad. I ain’t been right with clowns since “Poltergeist”.
“I wonder why I was always scared of clowns. Maybe its because one killed my father… ” Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey (SNL CLASSIC)
I definitely understand. Blog when you can. I reallly look forward to reading your post.
Also, It’s okay to get a little crazy sometimes…we all do…
🙂
I can relate. Especially since we work in the same industry. I blog at work – never got in trouble for it, but I’m sure my regular duties suffer. More directly is that I sometimes stay up really late working on posts or looking for inspiration and end up showing up late to work because I overslept. It’s so hard to strike a balance between doing what you need to do and doing what you love to do.
DP…hey, sometimes we fall down but we GET UP! LOL
I work ten hours a day and the net is te only thing that keeps me sane….cause after I leave work, I head home to take care of two boys and run a household. I take my sanity where I can get it.
Make sure work is covered and blog at your leisure.
To quote the King of all Jigs…..”We ain’t going nowhere”
we need you dallas, I got my window’s mobile jum-off so I can check ur blog among a few others at work, stay strong man!
I think every one can relate, post when you can and stay balanced.
Im like Kramer from Seinfeld when it comes to clowns.
I don’t fuks wit clowns, mimes or females with to much make up on.
Didn’t care for them when i was a little boy and poltergeist didn’t make things no better.
I not afraid of them but when I see them im on guard.
I had a feeling it was the MAN tryin to take away your joy….
and If I am reading you correctly I may of had one of those moments as well, and believe me I understand. You just have to find a balance, but dont let what brings you joy go. If you do that you just became a zombie working for some one elses joy. I mean even if you have to cut back from 5hrs to 2hrs a night, or form 5 days to 1 day, just that little diversion can keep you sane…
Shiiiiit…if my boss evan knew half the shit I do (or dont do) at work…but I have become the master of BS.
This is real talk.
Keep the football pool going at the very least; I’m going to shake up the world like Ali in ’63.
And Tim Curry was actually creepier in “Home Alone 2:”
“Ah Mast-ah McCallister. Just as you ordered–a nice cheese peet-zah!”
I was working as a journalist for a while and it got to the pt where I’d spend more time blogging each day than writing stories. You certainly get a lot more feedback from the blog…well all still be here waiting for the content…good luck with the day job and all, mine drove me completely nuts too..Solidarity, sir.
I’m willing to contribute a mild diversion…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2P4pLdf6UY
I can’t stop singing this and I hope it gets out of my mind before NetFlix night with this chippie…
BTW – We all got your back. I think most of us may have a “write-up” about internet usage. Usually by some haterific supremist superior that is mad we can surf, blog, chat, post, shop, and IM all while doing the job we’re paid to do…
I got a $5,000 a year eBay habit and I don’t get online when I get home…
FREE DALLAS PENN!!!
“I got a $5,000 a year eBay habit and I don’t get online when I get home…”
You too 40? Ha! I just got my ebay account increased since I’m a “valued ebayer”
Most purchases made during work hours otherwise I won’t have time to do it. Ha!
Like it has been said before quality over quantity.
Pull yer head out your ass
That is that scary ass “IT” clown…
like the clown, the REAL shit (jobs, relationships, bills, ect) always has some form of make up, its funny, and if you’re exposed to too much of it it’ll become annoying even scary… Just put your hands on a newport and my faith in God and pray hard none of your co-worker in one these blogs… Luck you…
there’s no I in dallaspenn
…when i joined the church, someone (a member of the church, mind you!) told me “Now, you know those people down at the church are all crazy, right?”
my response…”No wonder I feel so at home!”
welcome back, Bishop Penn!
let the church say “Amen!”
Yeaa Dallas I knew you would come to your senses. It’s no thing, you got this dallas. let these crackers know what you all about. But use the blog as a yardstick of how productive and effective you are with disciplining yourself and you’ll be fine. I only know this much cuz it happened to me last year, dammn upper east side schools lmaoo…Stay up D
You rock my proverbial socks. Keep doin whatchu doing…
y’all are official, but when a man says he’s crazy not one of y’all tell him to go get counseling. good thing I already do. and she’s a fiiiiiiiine ass sister too. if any of y’all ever need a shrink I suggest you see a Black woman and make sure she’s pretty. everything she tells me I suck up like a sponge.
40 Diesel – true story is that I keep a booklet of Jack Handey quotes on my desk and that exact quote is in the book
Miss Ahmad – your name should really begin with miss. I had crazy events scheduled for you this week.
to my family here in this thread… there was never any T.O. in my steez contrary to Mr.Kamoji’s comments. I just realized that I was lagging in my primary responsibilities to my family and myself and I made a kneejerk reaction to mitigate the damage. If I don’t have anything else… I have y’all (single tear rolls down cheek)
Now fuck y’all bitches, let’s get it.
Eu faltei-o a maioria de bebê. Contente de tê-lo para trás.
real talk. i don’t have anything super incisive to say. but yeah, clowns are creepy.
I totally understand you. I fucked up totally at my job cause I was not on top of my game either. You are yet the best blogger I read…
What do you mean, “without the tights”?
No doubt. Reconciling the fact that the 9-5(or the 3p-1a in my case) is the real world has continued to be a challenge for me. You had me worried for a minute, though. A criminally slept on duo from the bronx said it best “Just hold ya head and everything else will folow through”