Youhoo! Nathan Over here! ;)

Sorry I haven't been writing in as much. However this isn't really going to be a new article I'm afraid. Just a shout out to a fellow writer to whom I gave a bit of a boost too today. Then he did the nicest thing ever! Upload a video to thank me!

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. 

Gurl, Where The Heck Have You Been?- A Year In Review

     

Gurl, Where The Heck Have You Been?- A Year In Review

Gurl, where the heck have you been?! Is probably what you have all been asking whenever you peep at my blog. If not congratulations you have a life or have found a better blog to read. Can’t say I would blame you as I have been totally out of it since August. However if you do have a life and think my blog was worth reading I sincerely apologize for being remiss in keeping this blog up to date.

I have a lot of excuses and at least two good reasons for being hello late, lame, and lazy. One of my reasons were that I am a writer and if this blog was my only project you guys (and my one follower) would have a really good reason to be pissed. (However your mileage may vary.) At any rate I have been trying to complete a short story that I have been working on for the last, oh let’s see, four years or more. What better time to focus than when you’re unemployed, receiving unemployment, and have time in between updating your resume and sending all over the place? Oh yes times are tough but it takes more than economical downturn to get this girl down! LOL

So there I was trying to keep up my major tough writing schedule when I realize that I hadn’t updated my blog! I swear to all that is holy in this world that I was just about to hunker down and do some research when major bills came along. Remember when I promised a new exciting feature where I would go around town and take pictures of so-called fashions for real women then make comments? Yeah, couldn’t take pictures if I couldn’t buy a digital camera now could I? Con Ed must be paid and life is a bitch till you learn to smell the roses!

Seriously, I wish I could have because I saw this really bitchin’ outfit up by Atlantic Avenue at this boutique and would have really, really, loved to take a picture of it to show to my audience…..of apparently one follower and whoever glanced at my blog and then decided to find something more interesting. (No I’m not whining, sniff.) Anyways, I’m really sorry about that one. The second reason? Well, this is going to sound really lame but if you’ve ever had a mid-fall flu cold then you probably will sympathize. I was as sick as a dog! Could not write even an e-mail so much as a snippet of a blog much less work on my short story. L

So now of course comes the lamest of excuses, while I was sick I got hello bored and decide to rise up out of my bed and surf the net. I decided to find out what to do on the internet when bored at a site that right now I can’t remember the name but I know another woman wrote so I blame her. Her site recommended that I watch old Doctor Who episodes. Being low at heel and only being able to afford to pay for my internet service, (shut up), I had no way to afford to go down to my local movie rental store; heck much less be able to play the thing considering I didn’t have a DVD player or a laptop with the latest Cd-Rom attachment. (Shut up I’m not cheap, I could only afford a net book. Yeah, I know, shut up!)

What did I do? Well I surfed the net and came to many sites that offered for a small fee or no fee at all many, many, Doctor Who episodes. So I picked some episodes off of the Amazon.Com website. (They we’re offering a one month trail of Prime membership. Big mistake will tell you later about it)  The rest as they say is history as I got lost in Time, Space and Christopher Eccleston’s smile! Then David Tennant then Matt Smith and all my favorite old time Time Lords. Then of course I had to go on Youtube.Com to learn even more fan stuff and it went down hill from there.

There is this cool guy from Great Britain named MrTardis and he has a Youtube page called “MrTadisReviews” from there I got other Youtube recommendations and started watching this hello funny guy called “The Nostalgia Critic”. OMG, that was one of the coolest three months ever spent by the internet! What was not cool was I was only sick for three weeks in September! So lame! I’m sorry but I will make it up to you. How?

Well two ways. One- I will give you these entertaining guys and gals Youtube and web addresses so you two can lose all your valuable extra-time watching them and Two- Load a clip of Doctor Who. Not much of an apology gift to be sure which is why I am also going outside in the cold to take pictures with my net book and start on other blogs! I swear and I’m sorry and Oh…

…Happy New Year!

Peace!

MrTadisReviews: www.youtube.com/user/MrTARDISreviews/featured

The Nostalgia Critic: www.thatguywithglasses.com & Search Youtube.com

Doctor Who:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003LZ5B7S/ref=atv_dp_season_select?ie=UTF8&redirect=true

I'm back. did you miss me? New Stuff from MRCLUEUIN.

Hi everyone in the blogospere! I'm back and my one follower can finally breath a sigh of relief. (That's if he's still following me.) Now if you are new you'll figure out why. (Look at article below.)
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

In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.

Part Three continues with the life and times of my father.

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

......This is Part two in a memorial essay on my Father. As Blogger.com has limitations on so many words per post I find myself breaking up this essay into Three part. Please forgive the inconvenience. M.R.

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.

In Memoriam: Charles R. Jr.

In Memoriam Charles R. Jr.

September 4, 1929-2010

Part One

It took me a long time to write this and you probably are not really wondering why. If you have lost a loved one, you must have a lot of empathy and realize how I must be feeling these many months. If not, you must find yourself blessed in the fact that a loved one hasn’t left you yet but then you’re one of the lucky one.s Soon the time must come to all that love that a loved one’s life must end. It is the way of things. It doesn’t make it any easier for me and others who have lost a loved one but at least it was expected. So this Memoriam is to give some comfort to those of Charles’ Family and friends who will miss him. Though it was expected, it is still a shock to learn that a man who has loved, learned, fought, and cared has died.

Charles was born in a small town outside of Houston, Texas. That is as much as I could learn from him while he was still with us. Even though he was a gregarious man, full of life, and some who didn’t know he very well would assume he was talkative; there was still some information that he kept to himself. One of which was the name of the town, the other was the name of his Mother and Father. Of all that he would say to me about one; his Mother was that she was deemed unfit to raise him due to the fact that she was mentally unfit. They didn’t have fancy medical names back then of all of the sorts of mental illnesses they had back then; Psychology being what it was they most probably misdiagnosed it anyway. So my father and his brother; (who also was not named to me or else I forgotten, it’s hard to say); was raised by his Aunt and Uncle. Again any names he may have mentioned were forgotten by me and by him. (So sorry Dad, should have paid more attention.)

At any rate from what he told me it was a tough childhood. The time he was born in was in the time of the Great Depression. So needless to say times were tough. As a child in the South of Texas he was deemed smart and loved to listen to the radio about current events of his times. Too poor to go to College my Father when he was about 18 or so decided to have a bit of an adventure. It sounded like an adventure to me when he told it but I’m sure the reality of being a bum riding on the rails was dangerous and fraught with peril. Tired of that life I’m guessing was what led him to go to New York and later join the army.

Charles used his smarts and charm to find himself just in time for the Harlem Renaissance. Where he made a lot of African-Americans and other races very much interested in the Black intelligentsia of that time in the 40’s. He also was on the scene to be pretty much recruited by the disaffected whites of that time. Members of the Communist party in America. (Talk about a life being fraught with danger!) In those times, people were worried about the damnest things, like a Communist take over, Socialism run amok, and a whole lot of stupidest that still runs over to this time today. But my Father found that these caring Whites were looking out for their fellow man and that included the Black Man. In his time those types of Whites were few and far between. So he found like minded companions who cared about where he was going in life and were in their own way trying to strive for a better life.