Thursday, March 31, 2011

My Dog's Public Display Of Pooping Phase


For people that have read my previous blog posts about my dog, you guys already know that I have a virgin Marley. I am talking about the real life dog who's story was made into the movie Marley and Me, starring Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston. It's been a crazy journey with this dog. If I wanted to, I could write an entire column about my dog. Every day with him is a story.

This past week has been something that will go down in the books as the most unusual week you can have with your dog.

This week, I decided to take my dog out for a little walk every morning. I've been waking up at 9 a.m. for quite some time. I thought coffee and cream was the only thing that would keep me up all morning. It was like that for the past three days. Then I realized my body wasn't taking the coffee seriously. No matter how many times I was walking around the house, cooking breakfast, or doing my own chores, my body would always reject the coffee I was drinking and attempt to put me back to sleep.

It was also around the time I was writing a new story about romantic comedies. I read on the website of bestselling author Jennifer Weiner that your dog can sometimes be your body and mind energizer. All you have to do is go for a walk everyday and by the time you get home, you will have nothing but a large flowing of creativity around your body.

I agreed on the philosophy and started taking my dog out for a walk. Every morning after having a cup of coffee, my dog and I would go out for a jog. Midnight would always jump high in the air when I grab his leech. Whenever he sees it, he knows I am taking him out. Once he has his leech on and I open the door, he is already out of the house before I could even close the door behind me.

The results turned out to be true. When I arrived at my house after the walk, my mind is so free and ready to start creating new stories. Strangely, it resulted in something else. My dog's public display of pooping phase. No matter where we are and whomever is around us, Midnight would do his business right in front of them.

The first group of people he did it in front of was two construction workers. Then there was a couple strolling and having a good time when my dog temporarily ruined their parade. The one I felt like really took the cake was in front of a moving car. This woman was trying to get out of the parking lot Midnight and I were walking past. The moment Midnight saw the car, he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and publicly pooped in front of the car.

I waited there with an embarrassing look on my face. The driver kept blowing her horn and my dog just stayed there until he was done. Once he was done, he immediately walked away and left his business behind for me to pick up. Before I could even pick his business with the napkin I was holding, the driver went from 0 to 50 miles per hour and drove all over it. She knew that it was there, but she didn't care.

Once the week was over, I decided to stop taking him out for a little while. That public display of pooping phase was too much for me to handle for another week.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Stop Calling Me "Ma'am" On The Phone


There are times when I just let things go, but this has been going on consistently. I know I don't have an accent. I know that my voice is different from most men around the entire world, but that doesn't mean you should instantly think that there is a female on the other line of the phone.

A few months ago, I answered my phone before walking out of the house.

"Hello," I said.

"Yes ma'am. May I please speak to Roque Caston?"

I paused for a minute.

"This is him," I responded.

The person on the other line freaked out and apologized for mistaking my voice with a female voice. I let it go. After all, I'm used to it. Seconds later, I found out it was the casting director for a movie I was auditioning for.

Now it is starting to become crazy. No matter where I am and no matter what phone I answer I'm always getting mistaken for a female's voice. My voice doesn't sound female at all, but they say it sounds lighter on the phone.

So here is a lesson for everyone who calls someone. Don't assume who's voice it is on the phone. Just ask who you're calling for and move on with your assumption. And if you call me on the phone and you know my voice, don't jokingly call me "Ma'm" on the phone. Lol

Monday, March 28, 2011

Official Movie Poster| The Hangover: Part II


As a die hard fan of The Hangover, I am one of those group of people that's waiting for the movie to come out.

It took only one look at this movie poster for me to be ready to fall on the floor and start laughing my butt off. By the looks of this movie poster, the boys are at it again. Only this time, it is happening in Bangkok.

I truly believe that is going to be an amazing film. One thing is that they are doing it out of the country. That brings up alot of twists and turns all around them. Since the character Doug has gone missing again in this movie, they have to look for him in a place that they are not familiar with.

Plus, it looks like the monkey is going to be an extra accessory to the journey. When all know what happens when filmmakers use an actual monkey in a movie. From the looks of this, the monkey is going to be perfect to bring the crazy comedy out of these boys.

The Hangover: Part II comes out May 26, 2011. Below is the teaser trailer if you haven't seen it yet.



Friday, March 25, 2011

Glee Ruined My Breakup Exit


I have been single for five months now. I have decided to remain single for a year and just focus on my life and my career. I have moved on from my last relationship. I don't have feelings for that individual anymore, but I can't help but think about how it all ended. It was the strangest breakup night of my life.

We were dating for three days and I instantly knew that it wasn't going to work out. We were so different from one another. The connection was off point. I felt so uncomfortable being around him all the time. One of the problems was that he smokes weed. I am not a smoker period. I don't drink alcohol and I don't have friends who does that same thing as well. Even though I tolerated it for a week before we started dating, I didn't like that feeling of kissing him on the lips, and smelling a mixture of alcohol and weed in his mouth.

I finally reached my breaking point and decided to end the relationship. It was on a Saturday night. I tried to let off easily. I didn't discuss the main reason why I wanted us to end. I just told him that we were totally different from one another. Even though opposites attract we were too different from one another.

He took it hard but there was nothing I could do. He wanted to be accepted just the way he was. Sadly, I wasn't that person. He stood there in complete silence for three hours when we both made it to his house.

I felt like a little bit of television outta cheer him up. We turned on the tv and there was Glee. I am a huge fan of the show and I loved everything about it. I made the decision to leave once the show was over. Here comes the final music number. The song that ruined my breakup exit.

It was Glee's cover of Bruno Mars "Just The Way You Are."



Thursday, March 24, 2011

Addict of Fiction: Should They Make A Sequel To The Legend of Dragoon?


I am a contributing writer for the website Addict of Fiction. Click on the picture to read my article.

After ten years since this game has been released, we all still ask the same question regarding this game. It's been a long time and we still haven't gotten a response yet. Come read what I said about the question.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Karaoke Pill


The one thing I learned after going out to a nightclub during this one particular night is to pay attention to what the bartender is serving you. You never know if they accidentally mixed up your drink with someone else's. On this particular night, my drink was mixed up with someone else's, and it led to the most memorable karaoke night of my life.

One night, I decided to let loose and go out. I am not really a person who loves going out in the wee hours of the night. I normally go out once every two weeks or maybe even a month. But after filming my new movie a few days ago, writing more content for my blog, and consistently contributing to different websites, I needed a break from everything before I went back to work. I love to work. I am a workaholic, but there times when going out at nightclubs is a necessity.

I entered my favorite karaoke club that I go to every Sunday night whenever I get the chance. I just love the whole feeling. Everyone is your friend in there. When you get up on that stage you are star no matter how good or how bad a singer you are. Since I love to sing and dance I would be up there every chance I get.

One night, I was sitting down, getting ready to perform. I was in the mood for a rock song. But before everything was ready to happen, I ordered a cup of Sprite in order to prepare my vocals. This is when everything got good.

Apparently, the bartender mixed up my drink with a couple's cup of Vodka and accidentally gave it to me. Before the bartender picked up their drink, the girlfriend put some type of club pill that is supposed to give you a high amount of energy. For some people, you take this pill in order to gain more energy and more time to dance all over the place. Seconds after they realized their drink was gone, they already saw me chugging it down. Seconds after that, I realized that it was Vodka that I was drinking.

After looking at numerous drunk people hanging out at that club for months, I wanted to stay calm and not end up acting crazy like them. My first thought was to act calm and let the Vodka just drift off. I closed my eyes for a while. I opened them back up and found myself singing live on stage in front of everyone. I was drunk out of brains and was holding onto that microphone like a rock star. I was my own band. I was my own sexual pleasure.

The song I was signing was Pink's "Just Like A Pill."


B
y the end of the song, everyone gave me a standing ovation. I felt like a young Lenny Kravitz. It was absolutely fun. There were side effects to the pill. By the time I got home I was out of energy and I passed out five minutes later.

I don't know what that pill is called, but I like to call it "The Karaoke Pill."




Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My Horrific Week With Sand Hair


Back then, I hated getting haircuts. You remember being in the barber shop for the first time in your life. In the beginning, you were crying so much because the barber was cutting your hair. For some people, they thought the barber was going to operate on them, and the first thing they had to do was cut through their head in order to get to their scalp.

That's exactly what I was thinking. I wanted to run away from that barbershop a lot. I am so surprised that the barber was very patient. I still go to the same place in New Orleans, and the barber and I are good friends.

During my childhood, I was thinking of ways to get rid of my hair without having to go back to the shop. Still to this day, I am the experimental type. I like to try out different things, hoping that it works. Just the other day, I was mixing ice tea with fruit punch. It tastes good.

I was coming up with numerous things. Sadly, none of them worked. Then I stumbled upon a book that talked about "ring worms," which is dubbed an infection. In the beginning, the only thing I paid attention to while reading it was that it eats some of your hair follicles and makes you lose hair. Because of me being five years old and experimental, I went with the chance.

For the whole week, I was putting dirt and sand in my hair. Every time school was over, I would pour it in. Hours later, I was scratching my hair like crazy. I could feel the ring worms chopping down at my follicles. So I felt like my hair was getting lower.

Sadly, my mom kept on washing my hair every time she saw sand in my hair. That was another thing I hated when I was a kid. Getting my hair washed by my mom. She would always scratch my hair rough with her fingernails. It would always hurt.

Once the week was over, I decided to stop putting sand in my hair. Not because the results weren't showing itself, but because I couldn't stand my mom consistently washing my hair. That and sitting in the bathtub naked in front of my mom in clear water.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Hot Chips For Breakfast?


Back when I was in high school, I remember going to PE class, having a conversation about the right food to eat. It was a special day for the class. We were starting a special week about eating healthy and exercising properly. The first thing my teacher decided to do was discuss what is our favorite breakfast meals. That way, he can tell who needed to workout more.

While he was going down the row and asking us about our favorite meals, I was very puzzled by five different students. Two of them were eating hot chips in the middle of class saying "I'm eating my breakfast right now. I've been eating it since freshman year."

We were all seniors at the time.

As for the other two, they said that they eat hot chips along with grits for breakfast. My mind wanted to explode at that moment. I didn't even want to say my favorite meals. Sadly, I was next to say it.

"My food is very traditional," I said. "I have pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausages. I still eat it to this day. It's wonderful."

The moment I said that the room felt cold for a couple of seconds. We had the heater on because it was winter season, but the atmosphere just decreased dramatically.

One student finally spoke out and said "When was the last time you heard a meal like that?"

Once again, there was no response. I was incredibly shocked to see something like that happening in the room. Ever since then, I have been paying attention to the people around me. Every where I go I see a bag of hot chips being consumed on a daily basis. There are kids eating hot chips every day. Even though it is completely fine with me that hot chips is a good profit, I really don't think it should be added to the breakfast menu.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

You're Never Too Old To Find Love


I said this once and I will say it again. I am a fan of romantic comedies and buddy comedies. I don't care what time of day it is, or even if happens around night time. I will sit there in the theater and enjoy myself.

The one movie that I can't stop thinking about is Something's Gotta Give. It's a romantic comedy directed/produced/written by Nancy Meyers. This is one movie that stand out to me. It centers around the lives of two people who's combined age is near the triple digits. What surprised me was that I am young man who is just entering adulthood, and I could totally relate to what these older people were going through.

I sat there in my bedroom, watching every moment that this couple went through. Even though I was young, their stories touched me. Here is this guy that is a total bachelor. He dates these young women that are decades apart from him. Then after a traumatic heart attack, he stays at his girlfriend's house, where her mother happens to be living in at the moment in order to get some work done. The girlfriend leaves for work. So the two of them are alone. They become good friends at first, but they suddenly get close.

Sadly, they couldn't be together because one of them has never been in love. So he doesn't know how to cope with his feelings. Once he finally realized what love was he fought to get the girl of his dreams. I know it's a very unusual plot, but you can easily relate to this story if you pay close attention to it.

The one thing that I like about this movie is that I hope it puts an end to what people say about love. They always say that they will be lonely forever once they reached thirty. Teenagers say twenty years old is old. There are times when I just want to slap them in the face. I am turning twenty this year and I can't wait for it to come. As I get older, I feel the growth inside of me. I become more responsible and learned more than I thought I would in one year.

So for all the people reaching their twenties, thirties, fourties, and fifties, you are never too old to find true love. Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson's age was 125 combined by the time they received accolades from this movie. It's never too late for love to come into your life.

Below is the movie trailer of Something's Gotta Give





Thursday, March 10, 2011

Drunk Sexuality



One night, I went to the club in order to release. This is the first time in two months that I ever went out. However, this night became a night that I won't forget.

I arrived at a karaoke club and had an amazing time. I still go to that karaoke club and every time they go there, they are shocked that I know more rock music than the average African American male. The moment Aerosmith and Pink came on, I gave everyone a run for their money with my knowledge of rock music.



Then once I finished playing the music, the real party was happening off stage. Women were trying to get all over me. They attempted to take off my shirt, bump and grind around my privates, smooch, take me to the backroom. It was like I was wearing some type of cologne that made me a love magnet.

It turns out I wasn't wearing cologne. Gay men, women, and their husbands were drunk out of their brains, and they wanted to get a piece of the action from the rock star that was on stage. Surprisingly, I didn't run out of the building with my pants down my ankles. I stayed there and had myself a good time. I was partying like a rock star for one night.

However, it surprised me how mostly the women were having fun. They jumped on the stage and they were playing around with each other like they were really lesbians. The husbands were turned on immediately. They look at them and then looked at me. I don't know what they were on for me to be the target of one of their sexual urges.

I am used to things like this. I have older friends. I don't have friends around my age anymore. My oldest friend is in his fifties and my youngest friend is twenty six. So I'm used to things like this. It just shocks me when it happens.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Addict of Fiction: Should There Be A Final Fantasy X-3?


I am a game writer for Addict of Fiction.com. On this website, I write articles revolving around the game industry. I love video games and I love talking about it. So I am happy that Addict of Fiction gave me the opportunity to write about it.

As a huge fan of the Final Fantasy franchise, the one game that stood out to me in the franchise is the Final Fantasy X series. There are two games in the series. So I began to ask myself. Should there be a third one with the main characters Tidus and Yuna fighting together.

Come read my article by clicking on the picture. Find out what I have to say about that.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Who Hates Sex?


This is the first time someone confessed to me that they are absolutely against it. Right after our conversation, I started looking at her in a different way.

Weeks ago, I met this girl that I used to work alongside on a movie set as an extra. I can't quite remember what movie it was, but I knew we had a good time. While the extras were on their way to the film set we were the earliest extras on the set. Due to past experiences working on a film set, I decided to not only be the best extra on the set, but to also be the earliest extra on set.

Right after filming, we lost contact and haven't seen each other in months. Then all of a sudden, we ran into each other at a coffee shop. We were so excited to see each other and gave each other a big hug. It was a wonderful reunion.

We sat down at the table and started discussing what each other were doing. I was working on one of the scripts for a television show at the time. She was just getting back from doing background work for another film. New Orleans started returning as Hollywood South at that point. Right after Hurricane Katrina, we were wondering if film and television studios would return to come back and start filming again. Now that they are we have been working like crazy.

I don't know how our conversation switched over to sex, but it did. She openly admitted to me that she hates sex. She didn't tell me the whole reason why she hates. She felt like that was all I needed to know. After our conversation and we both left the coffee shop, I couldn't help but think about her answer. Here is a girl that is in her mid 20s who is not afraid to admit that she hates sex.

Who hates sex?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Bathroom Wasn't Finished With Me Yet



Right now, I am still recovering from my bathroom episode yesterday. I am trying not to eat a large amount of food for the next couple of days. It is harder than you think to cut down on your food after you've been eating a large amount of food for quite a while. I am a naturally thin person. So when I eat I never grow a gut or see a large amount of fat on my sides after consuming two large lemon cakes. I'm doing my best to cut down on food, but it is hard. I don't want my butt to give me another crazy episode.

Sadly, it wasn't done with me yet. In fact, it was ready to put me in another embarrassing situation. I had to experience that yesterday.

I woke up early yesterday morning and saw that I had nothing to do around the house. I looked at my laptop and some of the books I checked out from the library, and saw my schedule for the day. I put on some clothes, packed a bag, took my bike out, and rode over to the library. The whole ride to the library felt very energetic. I was burning some calories while riding at eighty five degree weather, and going to a place where work can be finished. The only thing that didn't feel right was that I was wearing a long sleeve shirt while riding on my bike. The only reason I wore it was because it was the only thing in my closet that matched my pants.

Halfway to the library, something didn't feel right. My stomach was bubbling in the inside and the sun's rays were aiming towards my pants, increasing the temperature, and causing my butt to heat up in the process. Seven blocks away from reaching the library, I realized I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to go to a nearby restroom. I parked my bike and chained it up to a parking sign. I walked up five more blocks and entered the Ritz Carlton Hotel. The hotel has a public restroom on the first floor. So once I realized I needed to go and I know my city, the Ritz Carlton was the only place nearby.

I walked into the restroom and quickly locked myself in a bathroom stall. Once my butt was on the toilet the crazy bathroom session continued. Once again, I began to feel the heat building up because I was really pushing. I put my hands against the wall, closed my eyes, held my breath, and kept on pushing. It was worst that last night at home.

Then yesterday's episode got more embarrassing, yet interesting. I heard someone entering the restroom. So I held the fart back until the person left the room. My farts were loud like trumpets. So the next thing I didn't need was someone asking me about my health condition. Once the guy left, the farts continued. Seconds later, the toilet from the next stool flushed. Instantly, I knew someone was in there before I even came into the restroom. I grabbed a handful of toilet sheets and covered my face in shame. I didn't want anyone to hear me, but someone was hearing me from the very beginning.

The guy walked out and said "Be careful in there."

Minutes later, I was finally done with the session. I rose up and waited for the toilet to flush. The toilets in the hotel doesn't have a handle. You have to move away and it will automatically flush. So I looked down, and saw only one tiny spot of business. I went through thirty minutes of pain to eject one spot of human business. I hope that this will never happen to me again.