Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Let's add NBC to the list.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
You might think that this once-great cartoon has nothing to do with anything, it's just TV - but that's the thing, TV is just about EVERYTHING to most people (couch potatoes). Apparently, it's only the negative stuff that makes it to TV as well as the rest of the media we consume. White men has always had that market cornered, but black men are catching up, especially since they realized that the quickest way to get there is to shit on their women. Positivity just doesn't sell, right fellas?
It's insane as there are so many black women trying to "keep hope alive," thinking black men will see the error of their ways and start defending and loving them again, it would be funny if it wasn't so fucking tragic. These images have impact, and Americans as a collective are already stupid, beaten sheep, so the majority are very easily swayed (which is why Jeb Bush will be the next president if Dubya doesn't cancel the election altogether). More than happy to drink whatever swill is offered to them, not knowing any better or caring. Don't get me wrong, as much as I respect the advancements mankind has made to make our lives a bit more comfortable, I truly dislike the human race and discovering that the human race feels the same way about me as a black woman only encourages me to keep this up. It's kind of cathartic and maybe, just maybe, someone will understand and be encouraged too. Maybe.
Remember when Whoopi Goldberg was funny and thought-provoking? Boy, did she make people uncomfortable back in the day, and it was fantastic! With those dreads, dark skin, the white boys (cut love scene from 'Fatal Beauty' anyone)? She blew my ten-year-old mind as she got the guy at the end of Jumping Jack Flash. I guess even rebels get tired of the fight; now she's on the View, sitting there looking stupid as Damon Wayans attempts to become relevant again by digging up the Imus thing. Sigh.
Monday, November 19, 2007
"This was a great little extension - too great. The good folks at Google decided since they cannot make their email interface look good, no one can so they decide to revamp, rendering Gmail Skins useless. Unless someone out there can "crack the code," there's not much you can do except change the language to English (UK). Gmail Skins still won't work, but you'll still be able to use the Better Gmail extension and whatever you can find at userstyles.org
I think the creator of Gmail Skins no longer wants to be bothered with this so that's probably why you won't get a reply, he could have at least said as much."
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
... you cannot be stupider than me, EVER! Am I really so heady that I have to explain a joke to you! I think not, you're just a MORON! Witness the following, buried under that hysterical Chriss Angel/Jim Callahan clip from that horrible American Idol-for-fake-magician show with the spoon-bending guy:
Sunday, November 4, 2007
FROM ROLLING STONE:
Hoping to resuscitate his sputtering career, Michael Jackson is reportedly returning to a reliable source: his own 1982 album Thriller. According to reports, Jackson plans to spruce up the 25th anniversary addition of the album by adding four remixes of Thriller tracks. Those lending a helping sequined gloved hand on the remixes for “Wanna Be Startin’ Something,” “The Girl Is Mine,” “Billie Jean,” and “P.Y.T.” are Kanye West, Akon, and Will.i.am. More...
Well the new stuff wasn't cutting it so why not? If you can love R. Kelly, you can love Jacko - he was doing the kiddie-diddling thing first, a true innovator!
...or would that be Gary Glitter?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
As an introvert I have grown to embrace the fact that I'm on a totally different wavelength than most people, certainly from most black women. My first celebrity crush was Peter Gabriel for God's sake. Despite this I actually have a semblance of a life, filled with the soap opera-ish hijinks of my small but close, goofy family and even goofier friends which act as a pleasant distraction from the hell-hole I currently reside in.
I recently added dating to this mishmosh, with enlightening yet depressing results. I have a question to ask to the so-called men out there: You give yourselves away so quickly, why go the charade of dating to get sex? Wouldn't it be better to rent a hooker for a half an hour? It would be waaaaaaaay cheaper than a RealDoll, don't have to take her out to dinner, hell, you don't even have to remember her name. The ones I manage not to scare away think because I'm black and have "the ass" that I'm a rap video girl who'll fuck them immediately and they can see what it's like, maybe they think my pussy is on another part of my body, maybe fucking a black woman will be completely different than fucking any other woman in general - WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLES?!! IS EVERY GUY WHO IS NOT MARRIED AT THIS POINT IN SPACE AND TIME LIKE THIS!??! AND THEN YOU COCKSUCKERS HAVE THE NERVE TO COP AN ATTITUDE WHEN THINGS DON'T GO YOUR WAY, YOU STUPID, CHILDISH FUCKS!!! DO ANY OF YOU STOP AND THINK HOW PATHETIC AND SHORTSIGHTED THIS WAY OF THINKING IS!?? GET A GODDAMNED HOOKER YOU LOWLIFES!!!!!
Annnnnnnnnd stop, breathe... .... I guess my anger stems from the rejection from the lemming that I know I'm better off without anyway, but it's still rejection and it still hurts and it happens A LOT. Yeah, I'm angry, because it's always one way or the other. It's all about the images, don't think you are immune. Black women have the least representation. We're either video sluts or baby-mamas or the cold-fish/mammy Oprahs. By this society's eyes the only black women deserving of love are mixed! Since America is a country of lemmings, this is how most people think, including other blacks. Black men are just as pathetic, buying into this idea even more so, turning their backs on who they are and where they came from to obtain the white prize. Hell, in a way, I dont' blame them, and quite frankly I'll take Peter Gabriel (circa 1986) over Wesley Snipes, from the asthetic standpoint alone, just don't suggest my standards are too high and that I should date the thug on the bus because I'm a sellout if I don't - FUCK YOU!!!!!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Time sure flies when you're getting old.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
"It's sad that we live in a time when a talented and honorable person like Alberto Gonzales is impeding from doing important work because his good name was dragged through the mud for political reasons."
Yeah, dragged through the mud, not impeached as Clinton was - and as you and Dick "Satan" Cheney should have been.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I just finished reading the book 'It Ain't All Good: Why Black Men Should Not Date White Women,' by John Johnson. It was a book I wanted to read for a while now, and it marked the first time that I had heard a black man speak up on the matter of interracial dating in a non-pc manner. I must confess, it made me happy and sad at the same time. I am proud to say that I come from a family of black women who never subscribed to the idea that we must 'stand behind our black men,' especially since black men have always seem to take great glee in shitting on their so-called "Nubian queens." O.J., Jacko (though I'm not sure he even counts as a black man), even fucking Carter Buford have turned their backs on us as mates. This is not something new. Even back in the day my mother told me how she and her friends had expressed disappointment when Sidney Poitier up and left his family for a trophy blonde. Let's not forget Qunicy Jones, Paul Robeson, James Earl Jones, etc., etc... never mind, the list is too long. Everyone likes to claim that this type of crap is all about breaking barriers and promoting racial harmony. Yeah right, if that was the case, then where are all the white male celebs and THEIR black wives? This is a fact not lost on black women, and it manifests itself in a terrible way. As a black woman myself (yeah that's right), I have seen other women (and girls) allow themselves to be used and abused just to say they have a man. A male role model is JUST as important in a girl's life as in a boy's. The black man is not heading the black family anymore, he's in jail, gay or, if he decides to better himself and get out of the "community," he's going to go get the NON-black trophy wife! We now have a new generation of ignorant, thuggish, hopless souls who have no chance of survival in the real world (unless they get a show on VH-1). Black men simply do not care about black women anymore, they buy into Madison Avenue's idea of what they're supposed to have to be happy, they buy into the European standard of beauty and are more than happy to turn their backs on their mothers, sisters and daughters.
Unfortunately, the rest of the world sees this too. Are black women angry? Hell yeah, and I am so fucking sick and tired of the blame put on us alone for this anger. Black women need to wise up, stop mimicking the thugs on BET and consider looking outside of the "community" for love. Until black men are called out for the rift they have caused, there will be no change.
Years ago there was a commercial that used to come on for a sandwich spread, it may have been an early Shed Spread ad. at the end it showed a big plate with a variety of foods waiting bouncing around with glee in anticipation of being treated to this culinary delight, among them a croissant, repeatedly touching its ends together as if it were applauding. I remembered thinking to my 9-year-old self how cute it was and how cool it would have been to have that croissant as a pet. Maybe I could teach it to dance; cleaning up after it would have been a breeze. I even entertained the idea of taking one out of the freezer and keeping it in my room to see if it would come to life. I never went that far, but seriously considered it.
FYI, this commercial DID exist outside of my mind and my mother did NOT take any hallucinogens while she was carrying me.
I couldn't stand Martin Short as an 11 year-old, his Ed Grimley character was a major reason for me giving up on SNL (I tried to hang in there even after Eddie Murphy left). I pretty much ignored him ever since until I saw a Law and Order: SUV episode just a few minutes ago. Damn, that psycho virgin-raper was the role he was born to play!!! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!!!! It explains the heebie-jeebies I've always got when I see or hear him and especially when he's doing that Jeremy Glick "guy." Ugh.
ANOTHER POST REFUGEE: The following is in response to the only comment ever received on my Dali painting of a blog.
...I'm still snickering over the fact that the very first comment posted here was by a fucking Claymate - this is for you and your little biddy buddies...
God, I love posting links!
NOTE: once upon a time, I DID like the obnoxious piece of fluff when he emerged RUNNER UP of American Idol - a lot. Until he became Liberace minus the true talent or class.
...it's so funny how one develops their specific tastes as time goes on, whether it's regarding movies, music, what attracts them to others. And what is it about some celebrities that hit that "special place" in you long before you even realize it? I recently made a startling discovery when I bought the SNL first season dvd, I know I'm not the only woman to think this... so I made a page!
Just file under "Crazy Crushes" please.
FUN FACT: This was the only post on the old blog that was commented on (see Gimmie some hits you Claymat slags!!!!), by a Gay, oops, Clay Aiken fan. I totally screwed up and lost it, but hopefully, there will be some more to goof on with the increased visibility from the move to Blogger. Now back to the show...
Since Michael Jackson and Clay Aiken were covered in our special Tribute pages, we will spare you, the faithfull reader with the gory details of their fandom and the horror it brings. I actually never liked Jacko (though I found a lot of his music compelling until the little boy thing) but will confess to falling under Glay's, oops, Clay's spell a few years back. Granted, I didn't go out and buy multiple copies of cds, but I thought he was cute in an odd way and appreciated his singing voice. Unfortunately, it turns out he is only in it for the money, as YouTube snippets show. He is not even a shadow of what he was now, and the gay is coming in loud and clear. A huge portion of his manufactured fanbase has dropped off, leaving only the crazed, over-protective old ladies who still want to do him while he's trolling for gay sex online. He himself has called himself bitter, the guy's life is just one big gay soap opera now, and don't we love those train wrecks? Yech.
Anyway, I just wanted to get that out of the way so I can make way for the next parade of yutzes that I will be showcasing on this blog, good and bad, with separate links for extreme circumstances only. It's a rather eclectic list, and even though I can count Nathan Lane as a former fave, at least I didn't have to guess his deal... until next time kiddies.
What follows will be copied posts along with new stuff when the urge hits. Enjoy.