Its Saturday...
I know this is not the real video but they all had embedding disabled. Deal with it.
Also, I want to talk about Ludacris here for a few minutes. I think that he gets nowhere near enough love and respect. According to wikipedia, he is the highest selling artist in the history of southern rap, but I feel like no one is willing to say that they really feel him. I think this goes along with people being generally unwilling to admit that they like popular rap. Get over yourself, turn off the Aesop Rock (no offense, I also love him), and put on some of that grimy shit!
This is a man who gave the world such classics as "Area Codes," "Roll Out," "Move Bitch," "Welcome to Atlanta," and my personal favorite "Diamond in the Back."
Luda has a sick flow, and he reps the ATL without relying on crunk, which although amazing is not really the type of music you just throw on (be real people).
In closing, I give you one more song to prove my point. "Hip Hop Quotables." If God's line is busy you might have to two-way him. Case closed.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Movie to Live By: The Big Lebowski
The first movie to live by was Saving Private Ryan. Inside of me, there is an essential struggle going on between this movie and The Big Lebowski. There has been no winner yet, I think the dude is ahead since I have no chance of fighting with valor in World War II. But back to The Big Lebowski. It is the timeless story of The Dude, a true American hero who doesn't give a fuck about anything, loves to bowl, and gets involved in unbelievable mishaps and adventures. It is also full of great little snippets and lessons about life such as:
Doing Js
Wearing Bathrobes in public
Bowling
The joys of Creedence
The fucking Eagles
White Russians = good
Treating objects like women
Now for a trailer:
One more vid. Every fucking fuck in the movie. Well maybe not, but many of them.
I love this movie. Anytime you want to watch it, do the challenge, anything. Holler
The dude abides.
Doing Js
Wearing Bathrobes in public
Bowling
The joys of Creedence
The fucking Eagles
White Russians = good
Treating objects like women
Now for a trailer:
One more vid. Every fucking fuck in the movie. Well maybe not, but many of them.
I love this movie. Anytime you want to watch it, do the challenge, anything. Holler
The dude abides.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
You didn't hear it from me
...but who started the trend of writing over-the-top fiction on this blog? I'm just sayin.
To break the cycle, check out this crazy cartoon which expresses the awesomeness of America without words. It was made in 1976 to commemorate the bicentennial of the founding of this great land.
Oh, and by the way, its Wednesday. FISHCO NIGHT!
To break the cycle, check out this crazy cartoon which expresses the awesomeness of America without words. It was made in 1976 to commemorate the bicentennial of the founding of this great land.
Oh, and by the way, its Wednesday. FISHCO NIGHT!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Mario's Pizzaria, Part I
She knew it would be her last opportunity to have him before he was taken away for an eight year stint upstate. Armed robbery. In truth he had been at the end of a 48 hour meth binge and rather out of sorts when one of the patrons at Mario's Pizzaria reached for a butter knife in lame effort to foil the unsteady and quite unplanned burglary that was going on before him. In a panic our man had grabbed a pizza slicer off of the closest table and held the circular blade to the hero's throat, demanding the night's earnings from the cash register and whatever change remained with the attempted hero after paying for his medium cheese pizza. His getaway was cut short, and he had only made it about two blocks before the police intercepted him staggering down the street, pizza slicer still in hand. She had called them while hiding with the bus boys in the kitchen.
And now it would be her last opportunity to have him. His lawyer had arranged a private room for their goodbye. The least his lawyer was able to do; though he had been able to lower the charges from hostage taking and assault with a deadly weapon to armed robbery, he had failed to take up the issue of his client's mental state before the jury, saying nothing of years of addiction or even mentioning the troubling results of initial psychoanalysis. Early schizophrenia.
These things all at once flew threw her head as she entered the small, windowless room at the back of the police station. His addiction and her own, his fragile mind soon to be rocked by prison, and of course her ultimate betrayal. She reasoned to herself that it would be for his own good, they would put him in a hospital, help him break his addiction and perhaps treat his developing mental illness. He knew she had made the call that would send him away for eight years. And still he had to have her.
No words were spoken as she advanced towards him. There was nothing to say. He grabbed her and threw her on to the interrogation table. She screamed. More of delight than pain, though pain is good she thought.
And now it would be her last opportunity to have him. His lawyer had arranged a private room for their goodbye. The least his lawyer was able to do; though he had been able to lower the charges from hostage taking and assault with a deadly weapon to armed robbery, he had failed to take up the issue of his client's mental state before the jury, saying nothing of years of addiction or even mentioning the troubling results of initial psychoanalysis. Early schizophrenia.
These things all at once flew threw her head as she entered the small, windowless room at the back of the police station. His addiction and her own, his fragile mind soon to be rocked by prison, and of course her ultimate betrayal. She reasoned to herself that it would be for his own good, they would put him in a hospital, help him break his addiction and perhaps treat his developing mental illness. He knew she had made the call that would send him away for eight years. And still he had to have her.
No words were spoken as she advanced towards him. There was nothing to say. He grabbed her and threw her on to the interrogation table. She screamed. More of delight than pain, though pain is good she thought.
Monday, January 5, 2009
The Wolf, Part 2
I quickly returned to my desk and finished up what I had been working on; filing some business papers by date last modified. There were four more tall stacks of files on my desk that I was scheduled to tackle next. The work of a filing clerk is never done, but I could think of nothing other than finding The Wolf.
Out behind the office was my car, a 1939 Ford. I had saved up for four months to get that car- the entire time I had been a file clerk. It was only a few weeks old: jet black, chrome bumpers, and whitewall tires. Looking at it, I knew that after this coming encounter with The Wolf, the car was likely to be either totaled or vanished.
Starting up the car, I peeled out of the office driveway, spraying pebbles all over the beaters parked underneath the faded mural advertising Wonder Bread. I headed east, out of town--no wait! I needed to go home and pick up a few essentials before setting out to find The Wolf. Flinging the wheel around, I sent the car into a U-turn, tires screeching. There was a kid in the middle of the road, walking home from school no doubt. I didn't stop to see if he was still alive: just another casualty in The Wolf's game.
After a quick stop at home, it was off to the great unknown.
Out behind the office was my car, a 1939 Ford. I had saved up for four months to get that car- the entire time I had been a file clerk. It was only a few weeks old: jet black, chrome bumpers, and whitewall tires. Looking at it, I knew that after this coming encounter with The Wolf, the car was likely to be either totaled or vanished.
Starting up the car, I peeled out of the office driveway, spraying pebbles all over the beaters parked underneath the faded mural advertising Wonder Bread. I headed east, out of town--no wait! I needed to go home and pick up a few essentials before setting out to find The Wolf. Flinging the wheel around, I sent the car into a U-turn, tires screeching. There was a kid in the middle of the road, walking home from school no doubt. I didn't stop to see if he was still alive: just another casualty in The Wolf's game.
After a quick stop at home, it was off to the great unknown.
A Day of Mystery
I'm getting a new roommate today; she's a 22 year old girl from San Francisco. She told my other roommate that she likes to work on boats. Chill I suppose. Hope she listens to extremely violent and/or trashy hip hop. I'm sure she does. Who doesn't?
We cleaned the apartment this morning. I'm not sure why. It wasn't that dirty. I kind of woke up into it. Came out of my room yawning and grabbed a dust pan, balled that out for a little while. I think perhaps it was to set the precedent of a clean living environment for this girl. Bitch better get the hint so I didn't waste my normal early morning zoning out and ball scratching time for nothing.
It's still summer vacation here, but a cold front just came into Rio and the temperature has plunged to the low 70s. It's even threatening to rain today. I've taken precautions. If it rains and I can't go out I'm going to learn to crip walk, even though if I was in a position to join either, I'd probably go blood and rep those red laces.
No problem. Now the blood walk:
And one last one, can't help it. This girl better not be gang associated. Better not leave the seat down or refill the toilet paper so it pulls out in the wrong direction, cause I'll kill the bitch.
We cleaned the apartment this morning. I'm not sure why. It wasn't that dirty. I kind of woke up into it. Came out of my room yawning and grabbed a dust pan, balled that out for a little while. I think perhaps it was to set the precedent of a clean living environment for this girl. Bitch better get the hint so I didn't waste my normal early morning zoning out and ball scratching time for nothing.
It's still summer vacation here, but a cold front just came into Rio and the temperature has plunged to the low 70s. It's even threatening to rain today. I've taken precautions. If it rains and I can't go out I'm going to learn to crip walk, even though if I was in a position to join either, I'd probably go blood and rep those red laces.
No problem. Now the blood walk:
And one last one, can't help it. This girl better not be gang associated. Better not leave the seat down or refill the toilet paper so it pulls out in the wrong direction, cause I'll kill the bitch.
Friday, January 2, 2009
New Years Resolutions
I've always tried to make New Year's Resolutions but in the past they have usually been stupid: don't fail out of college, learn Spanish, etc. However, since I have a natural aversion to speaking languages that are not English (If English was good enough for Jesus Christ, it was good enough for the children of Texas! -Miriam Ferguson) these have not often worked. I did graduate college though, so I always have that one going for me.
Anyway here are some more realistic goals for me this year:
-Continue to write Trojans, my scifi masterpiece that will redefine the genre and make me rich and famous (if you want to read some of it, let me know!)
-Not let this blog die like so many of my other ventures in my life
-Fix the slice in my golf game so I can become a member of high society and get invited to invest with Bernie Madoff (too soon)
-Attend my first NFL game
-Work out at least once a month (I told you these were realistic)
That's about all I got. Still pretty sore from tackling all those menacing newspaper stands on New Years. I think I taught them a lesson for trying to tempt me with free periodicals. This is America people! Nothing is free! Especially not freedom itself!
Finally, I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who actually read this blog. I love you all. I love some people who don't read the blog too, but they'll never know because I would never admit it to their face. Anyway, here's hoping that everyone continues to ball on progressively higher levels this year.
Anyway here are some more realistic goals for me this year:
-Continue to write Trojans, my scifi masterpiece that will redefine the genre and make me rich and famous (if you want to read some of it, let me know!)
-Not let this blog die like so many of my other ventures in my life
-Fix the slice in my golf game so I can become a member of high society and get invited to invest with Bernie Madoff (too soon)
-Attend my first NFL game
-Work out at least once a month (I told you these were realistic)
That's about all I got. Still pretty sore from tackling all those menacing newspaper stands on New Years. I think I taught them a lesson for trying to tempt me with free periodicals. This is America people! Nothing is free! Especially not freedom itself!
Finally, I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who actually read this blog. I love you all. I love some people who don't read the blog too, but they'll never know because I would never admit it to their face. Anyway, here's hoping that everyone continues to ball on progressively higher levels this year.
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