Friday, February 26, 2010

...A Mind is Terrible Thing to Waste...

What do you see in this video?

I see incredible imagery and astounding photography. Almost every frame could be a beautiful picture in an upscale home. Unfortunately, some people, fueled by a series of boring and inaccurate documentary style mini-videos, see something completely different. Aside from the demonic symbols, there is apparently a coded message about a massive plan for world domination.

If they got all that from a 5 minute video clip, imagine what they might get from two hours of reading?

If there is any proof of a New World Order, or other plan by the government to establish one political body that governs the entire world, it’s highly unlikely that this proof is in a hip hop video, and even less likely that Jay-Z is involved in it.

As much I enjoy chewing over a good conspiracy theory, it’s important to have as much information as you can before you arrive at any conclusions.

Today we can check sites like or when we have questions about internet stories, rumors, hoaxes, and theories. But should you find yourself without access to the internet, you can always rely on your handy-dandy brain. Always with you, always working, and (almost) always a reliable and trustworthy source.

You can’t go wrong if you check your stories and information against this one very simple rule that works every single time:

Saturday, February 20, 2010

...I Want You to Know that It Wasn't All Bad...

I have recently come into the knowledge that my sister Cassie feels like she gets slapped around on this blog a lot. I don’t think that’s true, but it’s hard to dispute feelings because well, they’re feelings. And no matter where they come from, be it the truth or be it interpretation, they are very real and they should be respected. And so I respect that.

At no time was it ever my intention to imply, suggest or otherwise propose that Cassie was a bad sister or a bad person.

She has always been my best friend, taken good care of me, and been a major positive influence in my life. And even if I find her somewhat misguided these days, I still think she’s a good person and I still care very much. Whatever conflicts there are between us now it doesn’t take away from all of the experiences we’ve had in life together and the warmth that I feel when I remember those things.

I can very clearly remember sitting on the back of the sofa in the living room  around the age of 5 with my 11-year-old sister teaching me how to tell time because she knew I was getting a watch for Christmas. I remember using that same teaching method with a classmate in school. And I remember her comforting me when I lost the watch down a public toilet and got in some pretty severe trouble over it. (To this day no one else believed that it really did just fall off my arm.)

I also remember learning math from her through a game she created using Monopoly and Pay Day money and our huge stuffed animal collection.

And I remember sitting among the stuffed animals playing “school” with her, learning real school lessons. Whatever she learned, I learned. And since she was so smart, so was I. Around middle school I started to run into her former teachers. I can’t begin to tell you their excitement at realizing Cassie’s little sister was going to be in their class. One teacher spent the entire school year calling me “Cassie’s sister.” (I wish I was joking about that.)

If I made it seem like my sister never looked out for me, I didn’t mean to do that. She saved me from a savage panther once. Okay, it was really a very large, dirty, angry alley cat, but that point was I couldn’t outrun it, and she picked me up and carried me to safety. And our cousin threw a hula-hoop at it, but I probably would have been ripped to shreds that day if it weren’t for her. It’s funny now, but it was pretty serious at the time. No wait, it was funny then, too.

Friday, February 19, 2010

...The John Mayer Thing is Over, Right?...

(Or yes, "John Mayer is a douche bag")

I delayed posting anything about this because I was waiting for something in particular to happen. And I don’t think it ever did, or if it did, I couldn’t find anything on it.

What was I waiting for? I was waiting for a black man to address his comments about black women. When asked if black women throw themselves at him, John's reply:

"I don’t think I open myself to it. My d--- is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a f-----’ David Duke c---. I’m going to start dating separately from my d---."

As if he could.

When asked their opinion on John’s recent comments in Playboy, almost every single black man, whether he was a famous celeb or Average Joe, immediately addressed his use of the “N-word” but not one thought to say anything about his thoughtless, disrespectful, and (at least mildly) hurtful comments about black women.

The closest I came to finding anything was this from Ahmir “?Uestlove” Thompson: "LOL then again on 2nd read ... can't wait to see spin on this. I swear his #1 demographic is the white dude black women would do in a second."

Really? Not cool ?uest, not cool.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

...I Really, Really, REALLY Want to Lick This...

Do you think this picture is real, or retouched?

Is this not one of the smoothest, creamiest, brownest, most delicious and succulent pieces of flesh you’ve ever seen?

They posted this picture over on the BBC/ Ice Cream blog to show you Pharrell’s new Mario Kart chains. They’re nice, too. Really they are.

But I’m still completely distracted by the amazingly beautiful complexion and texture of the skin he’s showing. And now all I can think about is hunting him down so I can lick his neck.

I haven’t wanted to put my tongue on a complete stranger since years ago when I had a chance to meet Diddy. (He was pretty smooth and creamy looking, too.)

Wow. Talented and tasty looking, too.

Beautiful music and vocals can make even Gucci Mane tolerable.

Friday, February 5, 2010

...I'm So Confused...

Apparently one of my neighbors needed bleach for something in the laundry room and as best as I can tell, they spilled the entire bottle because my building and even my living room has smelled like bleach for three days now. (Not really helping with the migraine issue.)

This is just the latest addition to my list of reasons why I need to move: I’m sick of dealing with other people’s mess.

And I’m sick of dealing with other people’s noise. I like to listen to music when I write or read but I do it through headphones for better sound. I don’t have a lot of guests coming in and out and I don’t run a daycare, dice games, or a strip club out of my apartment so I’d say, in general, I’m pretty quiet. The unfortunate side effect of being quiet is how much you hear from other apartments.

The loud slut downstairs, the friendly –but loud- Rock Band fan across the hall, the college dude next door who parties more than he studies I’m sure; it’s all enough to make me want to scream. Except no one would hear me because of the noise! And did I mention one of the advertised features of my complex was the soundproof walls. Soundproof my butt! And speaking of sounds and butts, I think one of my neighbors might have irritable bowel syndrome. Yes, I can hear all of that.

And if the tri-parker (as in the car with the right rear tire over the line on one side and left front tire over the line on the other side, effectively taking up three spaces) hits my car one more time with their car door, I might just accidentally have to bump their car back. The tri-parker has a nice, newer car, too. My car is old and paid for. I’ve got nothing to lose. Bring it.