I hope that boy is me.
Dang. Again (I guess double dang). Still letting this whole Jacko thing soak in. Told my sis-dukes (whose due date for her first thing kid was on Thursday) to tell her baby to come out, the coast is clear, Mike Mike’s gone, and children can play freely without fear of touching. Anyways…..
Here [...]
2-4-6-8 who do you appreciate?
Maybe tomorrow…
Dang. The King of Pop aka Blanket’s dad has passed. The people most upset about this are probably Farrah Fawcett’s family….gotta hate that she’s getting pushed to the back pages of tomorrow’s newspapers.
I’ll try and throw up a Best of Mike Mike tomorrow, but until then enjoy Rhymefest’s tribute to Michael from last year…”Man in [...]
Stop right there! I want to keep the Gumby.
Over at A-Trak’s blog and he had a funny little entry about what if your barber/stylist/friend with clippers were to stop half way into the haircut. It’s something I’ve thought about mad times. In fact anytime I’ve grown my hair out and went to go get it chopped, I almost want to make my guy/girl [...]
Until I get a buzz like my *#@@^ Chris Mullin
Lah-oves me some Wale. And you should too. Creative as all get out, dope rhymes, and definitely gets the bigger pic. I’m kinda busy right now (cuz I’m kinda like a big deal) so that’s all I got. DMV stand up!!
But click here to download the free mixtape from Wale, “Back to the Feature.”
I love it [...]
Please Bushy don’t hurt ‘em!
Gotta be quick so I’m fittin’s to fire this off and get back to Con Law. Ugh.
First up is a nice little album from a couple guys that have been on here before….The Kickdrums. This is them exploring their not so hip hop side and I must say I kind of like it. A couple [...]
I guess I should go ahead and register myself
Troubling news from the land of sex crimes. It seems as if two of my favorite pastimes are being attacked by the liberal media elite’s apparachix. If stalking in bushes is named next, I’m moving to a new country. Quick aside….these are stories from two City Pages articles and I didn’t even get to Savage [...]
I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I’m so…..scared, Zack!
Stansbury material. I’ve always harbored the strange suspicion conviction that Slater didn’t want to go to the military academy because of “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.” Come to think of it, if he woulda taken that wrestling scholarship to U of Iowa he would probably be married by now.
For [insert name]’s eyes only
Everybody has them, even if they don’t admit it. For some its a mere adolescent memory since faded into the sub-psyche. Others carry on the tradition into adulthood. And others continue it into marriage, when the need – for me at least - is long gone. I’m talking about the ancient tradition of love letters.
I bring the subject up [...]
God can be funny at a cocktail party
So I am a man of many crushes – my intellectual self (Ms. Maureen Dowd), my wild child self (Eva Mendez), my LES chic self (hi, Rosario), my girl-I-wanna-drink-whiskey-with-in-Japan self (Scarlett Johannsen), and a whole bunch of real life ladies I don’t wanna mention here. And then there’s my tortured artist self, and for this [...]
Get while the gettin’s good
“If Santigold truly wants Brooklyn To Go Hard, and I’m a Brooklyn resident trying to Go Hard… and she shuts it down, is Brooklyn, by default, not going hard?”
Damn, that might be too deep of a thought to start my day off. But when it comes to the complexities and nuances of the mixtape subculture, you [...]
