Thursday, November 29, 2007

THE ORIGINAL Scary 'Mary Poppins' Recut Trailer

I knew I knew it! I knew that Mary Poppins was a blooming demoness she was! I felt it in me bones!! LOL! Hey guyz enjoy!

Sneeze While I PEE

I put him up because he's cute and I think his little poem his funny.

The Latino Comedy Project's

Hilarious!

Bon apres midi tous! So yesterday was cool just an ice chill day. Had apperatifs with Alexis while watching ANTM which was a pretty good show. I can't beleive they sent Heather home. She was so great well at least as far as taking photos because the poor child could not speak or find her go sees but ahh bien she will work again I am sure. That was cool we jost shot the shit while watching the show, but Trumph curshed a wine glass, not too sure how that happened he must not know his own strength.

THen Gia came in last night as well but I was asleep when she got here which was just as well since they all went out and I could noth ang I needed my rest. Still I woke up around 2:30 when Trumph and her arrived back at home and we talked for a bit. Gave Gia some counsel, no not the crazy stuff I tell other peopke in my blog posts I mean some real counsel on this 18 yr old female she is dating. I thought my perspective was obkective and Gia even said:
"Comme d'habitude vous avez raison Kyon." Okay she didn't say that per se she said the English equivelent, As usual Kyon you are right. Pauvre Gia she's a little heart broekn but that shall pass. It's still so good to see her.

Ce matin I rose early SSS'ed and then made a breakfast of maple sausage, pancakes, and hashbrowns. It didn't very long but Trumph and Gia loved it and I have to admit my cooking is good. We ate and watched day time tv and just have been catching up and planning our next moves for this Saison Noel. We shall see but it seems if naything things around chez nous will not be uneventful. Let's just hope they stay good.

Well that's all for now. Be blessed and show love to each other guyz. Adieu.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Another day, another eason to enjoy the life God has blessed me with, another day for hope and all that positivity Baduistic-Common-Mos Def and Kanye like mindedness stuff. LOL! No but really I'm pretty good today. It's cold and gray but dry and for Seattle that aint bad. Rather be dry and cold and than wet and cold. So what are the happs in my life? Well lets see?

1. Went out last weekend with Trumph, Kimiko, Roberto, and Amet Bey to R Place and the Crescent for a night of dancing and drinking and karaoke. Much fun, I had a blast except for the next day when I went to work early in the morning. Yeah that part wasn't cool but it was aiight. I made it thru. By the work is doing alright if i exclude the countless hordes of idiots I must deal with on a daily basis but work is what it is n'est pas? Ouais mo konne.

2. Bumpalump's father has finally decided to take an active interest in the life of his son. It's about fucking time but better late now than never, bumpalump is still young enough to want a relationship with his dad I welcome that. Even if his deadbeat father is a homophobe. Apparently according to Amorita Bumpalump is well we shall hopefully see him soon for I miss my babykins.

3. Speaking of Amorita she seems to be recovering nicely from the miscarriage of the baby and I am glad to say that just by having her around more Trumph and I have had a hand in that. See family is family whether by blood or not. When someone in the family is hurting you're supposed to be there for them. I know that is how it is supposed to work and I know it don't always so it's nice to see and be apart of that now. So to all of you who've turned your backs on someone you love who is hurting stop doing that. Tomorrow aint promised to you and it aint promised to them. All the chest beating, wailing, hollering, rolling around, and trying to climb in the casket don't do nothing but make you look even more guilty ( as far as the emotion of guilt that you're so balantly displaying unless your are a consummate thespian and then well to that I say show love when folkz are alive or not all) when they go so get up and show them love now. Plus wouldn't you want someone to do that for you?

4. Gia who is one of Trumph's best friend's and a friend to me as well is staying with us for the Noel and Kwanzaa holidays. She arrives to day. Aie mon Dieu I can hardly wait we are going to have so much fun. Of course I'll be cooking alot but I like to cook it calms and relaxes me. It will be all to the good. Hurrah pou Kwanzaa, Noel, and Jesu Christ. (We don't say Jesus in French we say Jesu so no that was no a typo!)

So that is all for the news in my world.
I feel lately content and alive, I'm happy with me, myself, and I. No issues have resurfaced and I am taking steps for them not too. I am especially proud of myself for just continuing to do well and not growing weary in it. Thanksgiving was nice. I spent a comfortable evening with friends eating and watching Hairspray and Cars. Hairspray the remake was good, even better than the original film, Cars well, Bumpalump probably should've been there but after I got over the stupidity of the film it was kinda cute. I liked 'em both.

So sometimes in relationships or in life when you date men you have to be able to emotionally manipulate them. Oh whatever do not act as if none of you have not done that, cause you have. So here are some ways to do that.

1. If you are not in the wrong cry. If they love or you are in serious lust for you it was paralyze them and make them putty in your hands. Make sure you sob while clutching your chest and ask:
"Are you trying to kill me?" But don't cry if you're in the wrong it just seems to piss males off in general unless they're suckers.

2. Always smile. I've found when you smile and act as if you're not hurt or offended by males they will continue on as if there is nothing wrong and you can lull them into a false sense of security while you plot vengeance upon them that is cathartic for you. Like once some guy slapped me and I just smiled at him and walked away laughing. He thought I was crazy but soon forgot about me. Later on that evening I struck him in the back of the head with something heavy and blunt while he wasn't paying attention. So yeah this strategy works.

3. When a male refuses to commit to you but wants to still have sex with you and see you but can't seem to day I love you stage a public discussion with him and let him present his side. Then say:
"It's fine I understand. So you don't want to be with me, but you want to keep fucking me and going out with me and yet have the freedom to do the same with other people. So I see, so you don;'t want me for your man just as your whore!" Concubine and courtesan work too but whore seems to get there attention faster. Please though don't say the word ho when you use this trick it sounds much to trite.

4. Cry some more and act as if you're despondent. Be careful though sometimes this will scare a man into thinking you're a raving bipolar soldier and u don' want that. But usually that will make them fold.

Have I tr ed all of these methods. Yes and they all have worked because I know who and when to use these methods with but all males even I can be susceptible to them. Evne though I look for such methods but hey I've got a dick sometimes he thinks for me.

Finally things Love about this Fall so far:

1. Love Heros and I can't wait what happens next week. And to think I thought that show was stupid at first.

2. Babies and toddlers because they are cute, honest, and I have one.

3. All the new music that is out this season though I have to say I think Alicia Keys is good but she does reach a Little far on some of her songs. Hey it's my opinion!

4. My dreams because well..Uhhh...Hmmph well I'll; just keep those to myself for now.

5. Gia is coming to Seattle what's not to love.

6. I'm getting gifts on Christmas. (I BETTERGET SOME TOO!)

7. My family back in Portland that can often be asses are actually missing me very much and are wanting to see me and all this stuff. Yeah so that means I don't have to put up with their bullshit when I finally do make an appearance. Gotta love that.

8. My brother and sister because well they're here and I'm going to dinner with my sister on Friday. That will be the bizness!

9. My coworker Amelier because she makes me crack da hell up and we get to talk in silly British and Southern accents and it's a hoot. Oh whatever it's funny if you hear it!

10. Myself because well I'm doing GOOD.

Ahh bien well that's all for now be blessed mes zamis....

HOW WE GO OUT VERSION 2

More of my vidoe crazieness this is funny to me and hte beat is kinda nice too. I wanna go out now.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

So another day has come and all is well in it. It certainly is cold here though even if the sun is shining. Work is good, life is better, the fridge is full, and Trumph and I are okay. Bumpalump is doing very well and his mother Rita is recovering though how soon it will be until she is her old self is a bit of a mystery. Oh and after about a month and half of no cellphone I finally bit he bullet and paid that enormous bill and got it back on, an event which thoroughly excites me. Mon autre chose, well that has been put behind me for the moment. I recentered and did some self eval and that has helped. The important thing is I have not made the same mistake twice, I have recognized how the holidays can affect me both good and bad and I have rectified the emotional things so that I can enjoy myself during these times at my pace and according to my comfort level. Which leads to....

Noel. That is what we say for Christmas in French and or French Creole. Noel. A huge economic and religious holiday in the Western World that I live in and one that always leaves my pockets lighter. So the questions is what do I get Trumph. Well he already gave me a list it's just I really hate shopping for other folkz but myself call me selfish if you want too.

I usually am known as Mr. Fragrance. If I'm dating you I don't buy you a shirt or give you a dozen roses for your birthday, no that takes too much time, well at least the shirt thing does and flowers die so what is the point? I won't buy you an outfit or dvd or a book unless you directly ask me to do so...No I buy you cologne. Now most guys like this but if you are with me for awhile you may find my choice of gifts to be old after the like the 2nd time. So I can't just buy Trumph a fragrance especially not on Noel. He gave me a list which I like fool told him to do and now I must deliver which won't be hard it's just....Aie mo Gran Met I have to shopping with those other freakazoids for the holidays.

Noel shoppers are evil. Especially now that I am realizing that Bumpalump needs a gift and I am going to be heading to a Toy Store. Bloggers be thankful in this instance you have no little ones nothing is more terrifying than Toy Shopping around Christmas. One Noel's eve I got my nose almost broken by some over eager White Man who thought I was trying to snatch the last Elmo from the shelf. Not to be outdone I blackened his eye... Sigh....Good times. But anyways you get the point it will brutal out there. Yet I must do it cause I love my Trumph.

Now here yet again is another catch pou Noel. So what do you do if you get something you can't stand. Trumph is not a great gift giver. He always gets me trinkets which are like cute but I don always totally feel them. He is better at say planning parties and stuff but gifts I don' know. And I really want an Xbox or Xbox 360 for Noel and I am hoping he will get them for me because i have been dying from lack of video game stimulation! And well I'm just a tad bit frightened of what he will get me and how I will have to paste my great big smile on my face and say:

"Oh baby! I love it!" While my eyes roll in my head as I embrace him close to me so he won't see my eyes rolling. I've never really been good at faking that I like gifts. In fact someone once called me ungrateful because I shouted at them in anger (it was my Uncle actually he bought my brothers all this cool shit and I got a fucking tool box, playing cards, and a bag of peppermints while my brothers got seven colognes, 3 shirts and 2 cds each! WHAT DA FUCK IS THAT?! Fer Oncle Timothy tu beke avec peau noir!!):

"I'M NOT UNGRATEFUL GODDAMMIT! AND HOW DARE YOU (I directed this at my brother Timothy) SAY DAMN THING ABOUT IT! HERE YOU SPRAYING YOUR WRETCHED CALVIN KLEIN IN THE AIR FOR ME TO INHALE AND GOING ON ABOUT YOUR FUCKING ESTEE LAUDER FOR MEN WHILE I HAVE A DAMN TACKLE BOX! WHAT DA FUCK. GOD DAMMIT THAT MISERABLE BAJUN BASTARD OREO SHOULDN'T HAVE BOUGHT ME SHIT! AT LEAST THAT WHY I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN FORCED TO CARRY THIS BULLSHIT WITH ME WHEN WE LEAVE. FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Sigh...That was not a good Noel in that instance. If I remember correctly it sucked none fm y gifts but 2 were good that day. SO I dunno. Holidays can be fun or they can be like:

"WHAT DA FUCK WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU PICK THAT SHIT OUT FOR ME!!! YOU KNOW I HATE THIS CRAP! ASSHOLE YOU BOUGHT THIS FOR YOURSELF!" Which is something we men do (alot if we are honest, I've done it before and stopped because I hate having it done to me) and well many of us in here in BG Blogland are well Gay so there ya go.


Still with all the lights going up and the preparations being made their is a bit of excitement in the air. I think I'm going to have a Holiday party. Now that will be fun.

All in all things are much better than they were month ago and I am feeling good, doing good, and yes being good. I suppose mistakes are natural but failure, by that I mean the spirit of failure is not. Okay right now some child is shrieking upstairs and it is beginning to irritate me. Bumpalump would never behave in such a fashion, he has been trained not to throw such nasty little tantrums like that.

Speaking of Bumpalump. SO he was so cute during the AMA's. He was all dancing and jumping around. And singing. We sing all the time. He cracks me up and still is the best part of my life. SO his favorite words are now, can you guess?

NO and MINE. Right Terrible twos are upon us. Have been for at least 3 months and getting stronger every day. SO the other day while in the apt he says:
"Dis mine. Dis is mine." He looks at me in the face his brown eyes flashing with mischievousness and declares, "and dis is mine too.!"

"No Bumpalump it is not it's mine." I tell him. Bumpalump's little face scrunches in defiance which is so funny to see and he cries aloud:
"MINE!!!"
"Well then what is mine?" I ask him wondering what is going to come out of his little mouth. Bumpalump stopped for a moment and seemed to be deep in thought and then he looked at me and said:

"Nothing." Yes I cracked up a good while. And on that note I shall let you all be. Enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday but not too much. It doesn't do for people of African Descent to be celebrating the genocide of the Native Peoples of the US. Especially when their destruction was directly linked to our own. But still have fun. Give love, show love, eat, drink, be merry, and then take a nap.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Japanese Toilet Training for Kids (English Subtitled)

I am making Bumpalump watch this. I do not care though this is hilarious.

Haifa wehbe Fakerni arabic songs go hayfa

It's an Arabic diva and the music is kinda cool too....

Sak passe mes zamis?

So I thought long and hard before posting because I wasn't sure how honest I should be for what has transpired as of late in my life. So if you get offended or want to send me some kind of nasty message I shall tell you to stop reading this post or decline. This blog is about me and my own health, my soul, my mind, and my sanity. It is my place to heal, to confess, to be real with myself. So it is in this facon that I choose to post what I will this day.

So many things have happened these two weeks good and bad for such are the experiences of life. I lost control two weeks past and relapsed. Please no posts of how ashamed I should be or how stupid I am or how wrong my actions were. I am and have been during these days my greatest judge... I almost lost everything and to that end I have been vigilant to continue on my journey...I know why I did. Part of it was complacency, not being strong enough to admit maybe I need help, being too proud to express my emotions...Because I hate the holidays. Around this time I have been known to relapse. No I do not do it every year but if there is ever a time for me to seek fleeting comfort it is these holiday times. Especially this year. It's just having to see my fmaily frankly scares me at times. My homosexuality is still a big issue and I always feel so inadequate in the greater scheme of things when it comes to them. While my striaght younger brothers shine simply because their dicks rise for females. There I said it.

Things have been going good for the most part but this time of year makes me want to scream. It's the idea of being around my family or part of my family that I do love but who drive me insane. I don't know perhaps there is no explanation other than that I was not vigilant enough. So now things are better andI am in a better place but still the darkness holds on and even if it resides in the slightest parts of my soul, I resolve to be more vigilant to recognize it and be aware of the fact. Enough about that now I just had to share that.

Two weeks past Trumph and I were privy to knowledge of a most blessed and wonderful kind. Amorita, Bumpalump's mother was pregnant. I wasn't supposed to say anything since originally she was to have an abortion but then she decided to keep the child and it was cool I mean knowing that another Bumpalump would be amongst us in this world. Then this week she miscarried no thanks in part to the idiotic dokte under whose care she was. She started spotting on Monday Night and called them.

"Oh there is nothing wrong..." They sang to her as if blood dripping from a woman's vagina when it is not her period it normal. Next day Tuesday she was seized with cramps of a nature so violent she could barely move. I know because we had to watch Bumpalump this week as well as last. Still all was well the dokte sang to her. Today the child is dead and she is not well. Not in soul or mind...

Pauvre Rita she won't eat, does not want to be alone. I can feel her pain almost I told her there was nothing she did wrong, that these things happen but my words felt so hollow. How can I bring comfort to someone who has lost her child in her womb? It;s like there is nothing appropriate to really say and all I want is to stop her pain. I told her that she still has Bumpalump and Gods ways while not always ways make sense to us are the best.

We went to brunch today, Rita, Trumph, Bumpalump and I, then I broke away to come blog. It has been awhile since I have done this and the release feels good...Healing. A salve to my soul. If anything Rita's miscarriage has changed me already, a shock to my system to just keep it together for her and lil man and I will. Brunch was good for Bumpalump has as sual through all of our troubles put a smile on our faces and song of joy in our hearts, still today there is an air of tragedy hanging over our little family. Trumph and I are the only one who know and I suppose that is for the best...

As for Trumph he is doing alright, he is if nothing else a good man and I know at times I do not deserve him. he loves me, and I know that when I look into his eyes that everything will be alright. It was this steadfastness of peace that made me love him in the first place. That has not changed.

Lately I have been reflective, watchful, and just doing what I need to do. Meetings, working doing well with that, I finally have a day off after 10 straight days of work. okay I know a rest well earned. Work is cool though I have to admit I have a great deal of fun there with my coworkers. BreAnn one of my friends is having a birthday party this weekend that I will be attending so that should be cool. We're just going to go Fridays or something. I look forward to it.

Roberto our very good friend is back in town and his presence has been no small comfort in these crazy weeks to Trumph and I, Bumpalump adores him and Roberto is teaching him Espagnol.

I feel clean now. As if all of the bad and wrong is balanced with the good and this blog post has been if nothing else therapeutic. Keep Amorita in your prayers of comfort and if anything pray greater strength for me. I have overcome so much I just have to keep on overcoming. And hat is what really what life is for all of us. Continually overcoming to be the best men or women we can be. In spite of the hurdles, rivers, mountains, and accidents we endure and encounter along the way...

Aujourd'hu j'envie bien. Je serais d'accord. I will be okay. Now I am smiling. To all those in blog land be blessed and Mr Jones i hope you found out where you want to go for vacation.

A tout alors....

Salut Mes Zamis Sak Passe!

Wassup Folkz this is me Kyon Saucier also known as Mr Kyon on A4A or Creole Elf on BGC.... Aww come on now like none of y'all are ever on those sites, yeah you are 'cause I've seen you... LOL!

Enter my world for a second... What? Huh? Well yes there are Black People in the NW and yes we have a vibrant culture up here. I mean naw Seattle aint Atlanta or NYC or DC or Chicago or any other city with a huge Black Population, but it's my home and there are few places as beautiful... Not too mention in all of the NW Seattle and Tacoma have the highest Black Population. So come on enter the world of Kyon....Yon Yon Yon.... Sigh. I was trying to make an echo sound. Now look I I know I got some typos and things so be patient with me folkz.... Cause I get excited when I write... Okay there is no excuse 'cept that it's my page I do what I want! *smile*


C'EST MOI! IT'S ME!

C'EST MOI!  IT'S ME!
Sak Passe? WAZZUUUUUPPPPP!

Bishop

Bishop
Yeah when I was younger I could've been considered a geek. Always my eyes fixed upon a world none could see. Always seeking to escape from the mundane things of this life.

But a geek I think of as dreamer, someone one who delights in things outside of the ordinary.

Just Me Again

Just Me Again
And why not? Dreams were not meant for the sleeping times

For the ordinary world need not be such a boring place. There's always more than enough room for the things that make one smile.

Wolf Rider

Wolf Rider
Bear Claw

Blood Elven Prince

Blood Elven Prince
Worlds within worlds

Drow Hunting Party

Drow Hunting Party
Dark Elven Elegance

Adieu mes zamis....

Adieu mes zamis....
May the light of Elves shine upon you....I know it's corny but this is my page!