Thursday, April 19, 2007

In the grand tradition of "Honey, I Blew Up the Baby"...

Michael Jackson wants to start his comeback in Las Vegas. It's been a rough few years since the child molestation charges against him in 2004, so it seems he has hired a top notch team to bring him back big time. Michael Jackson is in talks to build a 50 foot robot (in his own image) that would roam the Las Vegas desert and shoot goddamned laser beams out of it's eyes.

http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/41620594

This is the maybe the coolest news item I've ever heard.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

You need to give it up, had about enough

Hey, you. Yeah, sassy black man, you. I see you.

You in your newsboy cap tilted to the side, your plaid pink-and-green vest, your flat-front khaki pants with the rain jacket and umbrella to match. Your nice brown shoes that seem to have remained spotless, despite the nasty, rainy day. You with the snarky look. You're probably named something like "Giann." You look like Andre3000 with a catwalk strut.

You want to look at my iPod as I change songs? You thought I didn't notice. Well go on, take a look-see, I don't care. But stop judging me when I skip over the "The Boy is Mine" duet by Brandy and Monica, pause and reflect on my decision, and go back to listen to the song, cranking up the volume.

You take your roll-of-the-eyes and your smirk and your triple snap of the fingers up the subway stairs and you exchange it all for a $1 tamale bought from the lady selling them out of the shopping cart, 'cuz that's all it's worth to me. OOHHhhhh shit!