You know the ONLY bad thing about the “downtime” my site had was losing the Batman entry I wrote about that dumb ass kid who lost his head at Six Flags on the grounds of the Batman ride.

Batman is the last scion for D.C. Comics. He’s the only reason for their continued relevance as far as I’m concerned. Don’t worry, I don’t believe in spoilers so I won’t ruin the new movie, The Dark Knight, for you, but suffice it to say that it is easily not only the best movie of this summer, but probably the best movie in a few years. It’s THAT good. Much better than Batman Begins which was a damned good movie. I implore you to see it, I’ll see it again. And yes Heath Ledger was THAT good. You’ll forget anyone ever played the Joker before!

Leading up to last night’s viewing I went out to eat with the classmates. We ate at the Cheesecake Factory and while there we had jokes and jokes and jokes and….well you get the point. One of the funnier jokes (because we’re all nerds) was our constant referencing of Howard Dean’s infamous “Whee-ah!” and fist pump which pretty much took him out of contention in 2004 for the presidential election. It became a pretty funny running joke as did the admission of a classmate that she was born a very sexual person.

The most interesting part of the night to me was our Hubie Brown-esque breakdown of the mechanics of the “slow clap” (the dramatic kind, not the derisive type). I’ve concluded that it takes special ability and inherent timing in creating a slow clap and only the chosen can do them. I demonstrated that I am one of those types at the end of The Dark Knight. One of my classmates…..ehhhh…not so much! It’s okay we still love her!

In Kaplan news, this guy for Internal sucks. That’s the reason I’m up here typing this entry. Oh well, at least I won’t feel bad about Beerfest next week!

This summer is rapidly coming to a close, I know it seems silly to say that because today is pretty much the halfway point of July, but nowadays the summer is shorter than ever. Pretty soon it’ll be back to seeing patients, no more Kaplan, no more basic sciences, and the real countdown will begin.

I guess I should be kind of excited about it right? Actually I guess I kind of am.

Last night I had a really good time hanging out with my classmates. We went to Dave and Buster’s to celebrate the homie Vernon’s birthday. I won well over 2000 tickets playing trivia and I stole food from a girl who has the same birthday as me (this pretty much makes her the most awesome person ever, by default). I drank, but not to excess….okay maybe a STEP over excess…I gotta keep the psuedo-Dean Martin-isms….

I’m still not back in my place, but you know…that’s cool….it’s whatever at this point…I went into the office today with a list of demands….

I know alot of people going through various and sundry bullshit right now. I’m not just talking about myself, though this is my primary vehicle for self expression so yeah I’m the main focus.

I know people all around me dealing with financial upheaval, illness, death, educational trouble, personal crisis, you name it.

2008 has been a TERRIBLE year for alot of people in alot of ways and so what I want to know….all I want to know….like Peter Frampton sang is….Do you feel like we do??? If you do just let me know….that’s all….

This blog is being brought to you by OJ. Who is clearly not the person you came here looking for, Calvin. If you are one of those people who get irritated easily at people who refer to themselves in the third. You only have yourself to blame for pressing forward.

If no one noticed, this site was down for quite a while. Looking at the stats though, clearly, plenty of people noticed. So, uh, yea… what happen was, that nigga like OJ,  accidently deleted this niggas shit. Well not really. It was more like the database. How? Its a long story. And it has nothing to do with OJ not being sober. Filling in the details would be a waste of time, and or make somebody head explode. Muthafuckas is simple these days.

anyway… im really only posting this to tell this nigga his shit is working (hopefully i havent tested it). And it turns out it was all for not, because this nigga just hit me up.

So, i have a gang of shit to do. peace.

Sorry again nigga! lol

If you’ve seen it let me know where to find it…..

I’m struggling with this aging thing. I went to lunch for a co-worker’s birthday today. She turned 19. Yep, I’m a full 10 year, 1 month, and 1 day older than her. If that didn’t make me feel old. There was only one person there who was legal drinking age and she is 24. And there was a 13 year old. I found myself catching myself when I cursed. At first I felt “young at heart”, but I then felt just plain ole old and that feeling has been lingering ever since.

I think I’ve been trying to recapture the magic lately, but I guess I kind of came to the realization earlier that I just have to create all new magic.

I’m feeling lonely (happy, but lonely still) more often than I have in the past. I feel an almost pathological need to start dating and give myself some later life options. What is wrong with me? Could it be that we are all destined to give “it” a shot at some point or the other?

See how wishy washy and erratic I am right now? Tell consistancy to give me call!

First let me say Happy Birthday to my favorite Lousiana lady, Millineum Mandy! Hope it’s a good one!

Yesterday was a great day. I think it’s important to state that at the outset so that you, the reader, knows that I do in fact appreciate my good days as much as I bitch about my bad days.

It started inauspiciously, with me coming up to the school and doing random tasks and harrassment of my summer friends. I love the summer time with all the random new people I meet, some who occassionally enter my full time life, others who are good for summer fun. This summer is no different. I hope it always remains that way.

Anyway after awhile I gave H a call to see when my ex-(and future)wife was coming into town. We decided to go grab some lunch at Fatoush while we waited on her. After that we went back to her spot and almost as soon as we got there Dara arrived. We met her on campus and H dropped me off as I had one more errand to run for my job.

After that we went to play tennis. Well….let me put it like this to be fairer to those involved. Heather, Dara, and my partner Bert played Tennis, I hit about 10% of my balls in play, so I don’t think it’s very accurate to say I played tennis. We lost in spectacular fashion, and I was the MV(L)P! Roger Federer I am not!

After that we kept a promise to the godson, PJ, and took him swimming. We taught him how to play Marco Polo and we did random cannonballs in Ron Burgundy fashion. He had a little kickboard which provided us entertainment/annoyance as well. We swam until our skin shriveled up like prunes.

Having swam for a while we worked up quite an appetite. We decided to grab something to eat before heading to play some Rock Band at H’s. After some deliberation we decided to head for this Jamaican spot in the Farmer’s Market at the recommendation of Jahana. When we arrived, we had a bit of trepidation because it was one of those “white table cloth” places and we all basically still had on our swimsuits, not to mention this old woman kept staring at us from her table.

We ended up taking a seat and placing a to-go order. I made the mistake of switching out my Cream Soda for Dara’s Vitamalt Ginger Beer because she had mistakenly gotten that for her drink. It was a pain and a half to guzzle that bad boy. Anyway I ordered the Curry Goat with Rice and Peas and a dumpling. When we finally (and I mean FINALLY) got our order I noticed that it said Rice N Peas, Dumpy, Goat. I picked that name up as my own. If I ever start a real life Rock Band I’m naming it Dumpy Goat…and if you read this and steal the idea I’m suing you! At any rate, the food was great and worth the wait, though I didn’t sleep well due to some serious heart burn, curry is worth that to me!

Anyway, we capped the night by drinking some Dark and Stormy’s and playing Rock Band and then doing some karaoke. Man I love Rock Band, even though playing the drums is EXTREMELY tiring/frustrating for me. And well, even though I can’t sing very well, it doesn’t stop me from trying! That’s always fun!

So yeah, fun day. Let the good times roll!

This weekend while hanging out with my favorite little homie in the world, PJ, I called up Elenda because she had been on my mind….well maybe not her specifically….LOL, but I digress. Anyway she says something to the effect of “I know you’re mourning, but when you gonna blog again”….I laughed, because honestly more than anything I’ve just been busy, and not really “blogable” busy. But busy in the sense that I was on a rotation that took a great deal of my time and energy, so that by the time the day was done I was exhausted and just wanted to decompress.

Things are trending back downward though as far as my activities. I got my summer gig with the Pre-Backies, but that’s pretty low stress most of the time. I start Kaplan soon, and once again that is also pretty low stress. I’m going to continue my Step 2 studies, but my attitude toward Step 2 is about the same as my attitude was toward the SAT. It’s not a matter of if, but by how much. Yes, the Killa has his academic swagger back.

I also might or might not have my eye or eyes on a lady or one or two. So we’ll see how that develops….or not.

I wish I had more to say, but I don’t right now. Maybe later….heh heh….

First things first, the funeral was nice and I think my Grandmother would have been happy about it. Many thanks again to all those who looked out for a brotha in various capacities. Special thanks to the homie ACG for her role, and also H for the beautiful arrangement.

So moving along….

I’m learning slowly but surely to bite my tongue (or my fingers) when it comes to venting here. To borrow from the Soprano siblings, Tony and Janice, “There is alot that I could say that I’m not going to say!” Suffice it to say, the old Cal would be embroiled in some shit that honestly ain’t my business right now. But I’m learning to balance my “fiercely loyal” with the best interests of people I care about. For now I can privately seethe…..right?

…everyone who has been kind enough to call/email/leave a comment here or on facebook or whatever….even if it’s just calling to check up on me and having a mundane conversation….

I have been kind of up and down (more than usual) lately. I’m not really taking it well, but I have been doing things to keep my mind off of it.

It really means alot to me, those of you who have been so thoughtful and considerate in this time, I won’t forget it….

I had written this little entry about my grandma and how I felt about her passing, but now I don’t want to use it.

I appreciated her more and more the older I got. I loved her sense of humor and her class. She was the embodiment of class to me and that’s what I’ll always remember about her. Most of the values I have are linked to her directly and indirectly. She had beautiful children who went on to have beautiful grandchildren. She was a loving and dedicated wife, something that becomes rarer and rarer with each passing year.

She will be missed. I realize this isn’t one of my better entries, but I’m really just not feeling it right now…I’m sure you understand….