So if you ever gave two cents to knowing how I feel about things going on in the world and my own inner world here's your chance! (Come down don't you all rush in at once. Don't want to crash the internet do we? LOL) No seriously, give it a chance and if you like it Click Like and then Subscribe. I'll try not to bug everybody on air to do so but I make no promises. I mean I'd really like it if some people watched. I am a shy person really and this took a lot of courage for me to do this. So Like, Comment, Subscribe, or just come by to watch my new Vlog. MRClueUin is on Youtube!
Monday, November 26, 2012
MRClueUin Is On Youtube
So if you ever gave two cents to knowing how I feel about things going on in the world and my own inner world here's your chance! (Come down don't you all rush in at once. Don't want to crash the internet do we? LOL) No seriously, give it a chance and if you like it Click Like and then Subscribe. I'll try not to bug everybody on air to do so but I make no promises. I mean I'd really like it if some people watched. I am a shy person really and this took a lot of courage for me to do this. So Like, Comment, Subscribe, or just come by to watch my new Vlog. MRClueUin is on Youtube!
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wit, wisdom, Oh Heeeeeeelp!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Youhoo! Nathan Over here! ;)
I had to straighten a few things, well one thing really, about me. Giggle! Due to the fact that I really didn't think that my internet and blog handle would cause so much confusion. Really who would have thought that the initials of my first and last name would have everyone so mixed up? (So cheer up Nathan your not the first to make that error. LOL)
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, I would like to give a shout out to the future Grammy Winner for best Lyrics----Nathan L. (That's N.L. to you all! LOL Little joke, very little.) Cheers buddy!
M.R. ClueUin
P.s I've also responded.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Gurl, Where The Heck Have You Been?- A Year In Review
Saturday, June 4, 2011
I'm back. did you miss me? New Stuff from MRCLUEUIN.
If my old follower is still following, then he'll know too. (Thanks in advance for any possible condolences.)
Meanwhile back at the ranch while I was feeling bummed for obvious reason; I was still constantly thinking of possible essay articles to write. Lucky for me politics have been a buzz with many a new issue. It seems it's a buzz a minute with the Middle East, 2012 Election Candidates, and Health Care, etc. Focused on that for two reasons, one always interested in what's going on in the world, two my Dad was the reason why I'm like that and I thought it would be a cool way to honor him.
But if anybody was thinking I was sitting around glum and crying all the time just don't know me. Did that eight months, stopped thought about Dad some more, laughed at all the good times we had, felt sad, then started distracting myself like a motherfucker. So of course like shiny keys to a baby I got distracted but good by this really good game online. Then I thought about the kind of man my father was and what he wanted for me. So I meditated on that and decided to get back in the saddle.
So to that end here are some new titles to look forward to in the coming weeks. (That's right I said weeks not three months out of the year went I poke my head out and see what's up to write about. Aren't you lucky?)
My New Life With Second Life! - My brand new obsession, Second Life! This virtual reality game that has been around for ages and discovered it like it was brand new. There is so much more fun and excitement in this game that it's more fun the a cluster of shiny keys. Of course since this game is full of game players who control their avatars and talk with other game players it's more than your usual game. Drama? Oh yeah! Cool clothes? Natch! Adventure? A whole butt load! Is it free? To start and as long as you can stand it before you break down and buy the premium menu, yeah. Intrigued? Good then maybe if you stop by you might break down and read the new page that will tell you all about it then won't you? Heh, heh, heh!
Real Fashion For Real Woman- Hard enough to be a large size woman in this city but when the fashionistas finally got the 411 on the fact that fat chicks like cool clothes they decided to do to us what they've been doing to you skinny minnies out there. Offer clothes that no one in there right mind would wear on the regular, (or for that matter on any occasion), anybody wearing shiny silver triangles on there faux fur faux leather jackets lately? No? I didn't think so. So on top of trying to see what's the 411 in the city that we love, New York; I'll be taken shots of real woman wearing fashionable clothes that make sense and of course making fun of all the crazy shit I see out there that the fashionistas out there think we women should be wearing. Let's go get 'em girls!
So much to write and so little unemployment cash to spend on carfare to go see them. So if your passing by how about bookpaging all this mess and give little ole MR a shout out, o.k? Peace!
M.A.R
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.
Charles in the second act of his life decided to embark on his dream. A dream that many a smart, young, black man has but because of circumstances out of his control can not, a college education. While he was in his younger years he was helped by his friends to enter college and procure his Associates degree (Note: Not yet completed. M.R)
In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.- Part Two
Of course my Dad was the type of person who knew his own mind and despite the protests of his friends decided to join the U.S Army. Never mind all the rhetoric he was being indoctrinated with, he was an American and found it was his duty to sign up. (I’m thinking that at that time he wasn’t so into Communism as he later became in life. But more about that later. My opinion is so lacking in information that I wouldn’t be surprised to be corrected by some of his aforementioned friends.) So while he was in the Army he was stationed here and about. About this time it was discovered that my Dad had a Mental illness and was honorably discharged. His illness, Paranoid schizophrenia. It did make him less loving, less brilliant, or less of anything. This illness just meant that he saw the world differently than most and with medication and therapy he was just like everybody else except for times when he was in his own world. I didn’t know of his illness in my growing up years, he told me when I was in College. It didn’t change the way I felt about him and it made me understand some of his behaviors when a was little a lot more. I just thought that Dad danced to a tune of a different drummer and I liked the music. Moving on.
This part is about to get murky so I apologize in advance. But it’s such an important part to me and God knows who else that to not mention it would be a crime.
My Father Charles met my Mother Linnett in Jamaica. (This is where it gets murky. But hang in there it’s an Memoriam for goodness sakes not a biography!) Charles was staying with a friend and/or stationed on leave. At any rate they met, they fell into like, (I can’t really say if they loved one another so), and they married. Anything else I could mention would fall under the category of None ya, as in none of your business so there! So Dad left Jamaica and did all the necessary paperwork to get his bride to America. In the 70’s was born to them a little girl, who is the author of this Memoriam. (For obvious reasons I cannot state my name. I am still writing under and assumed name so.) Charles had also adopted my sister D.R a daughter from a previous realasionship. (Once again None ya.)
When I was three years old they divorced but remained good friends, somewhat, throughout the years from what I had observed throughout my childhood. All the rest of their relationship, again none ya. This time it’s because I am not privilege nor is it my right to mention something about an relationship between two people. It was between these two however they might have included some individuals into their issues, so it will remain so until such time as I either get permission to talk about it or the survivors’ death. At any rate my Dad was fond of my Mother and loved me and my sister very much.
I looked forward to the times when he would visit us or whenever he would take us out for a day or a weekend. To me it was like Christmas, Fourth of July, and Halloween whenever he came for us. Dad took us to weekend trips, Museums, Art Galleries, and restaurants. Dad taught us how to behave and act around different classes of society and races. We were taught to respect other people’s differences and taught pride in our own. I liked to think however infrequent those visits, Dad had an impact on me that stays with me to this day.

