3.30.2008

Late Night

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ain't too much better than some greasy authentic tacos. the kind that are sold on the back of a cart aka "roach coach." feast, landmark, ihop, wafflehouse are good. but el duranguense tacos hit the spot. the only thing better is you favorite fish plate............

Blind dedication

this is for a very lovely and captivating woman i ran across this weekend. i cant put my finger on it but you got the touch. shles the type that makes brothas want to take shots of your bathwater. something serious to say the least.



too bad i dont have an ice cube's chance in hell............

3.29.2008

Gems from the vault 3



its hard being a hiphop snob, when OC verses dance through your head, you just cant appreciate Shawty LO..................

Enjoy

3.21.2008

3.18.2008

WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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first off the pic is just offensive. every pic of flav is. offensive to the senses.

we have hit a new low.

I am a hipocrite, yeah i admit it. I watch trashy reality TV from my righteaous soapbox, with a Cornell West dissertation cracked open and highlighted up to chapter 5. I am so glad i dont have Nielsen box on my TV cause i would be exposed as the fraud that i am. simply put, all i need is some t&a to be a semi-loyal viewer. if there is one chick who I find attractive, I am tuning in. And attractive is relative, she can be sexy, or stacked or buxom. I will watch the show until she gets booted off then i decide to casually glance at another horrid program until my atttention wanes again.

first off the pic is just offensive. every pic of flav is.

i have watched all three seasons of flavor of love. and this season is by far the worst. these chicks are far from being TV worthy. and to make it worst at least 8 of them will show up modeling. seriously. not saying they will get far, but they will show up on mediatakeout.com's blotter one day. sinceer has a receeded forehead. shy is a half-assed new york. thing 1 and 2, look like slumpbusters. hotlanta, come on dog. there are no words. needless to say the quality was not there.

so i watched the latest episode. bunz was sent home. damn!!!! by no means was she a dime. she looks like she came from one of those everest college commercials. yeah, the ones where she says being a single mom, making minimum wage does not cut it. just cause i am a single mother, no excuses. you know the one. nonetheless, she at least appeared to be somewhat normal and comparitively she stepped up the eye candy factor, in the we kicked it for a minute while in training class way. but its not hot when you kids dont have lights or shelter and you are chasing flav's ugly ass. bad priorities. then myamee, was sent home cause flav was duped. that one cut deep. she was the lone bright spot.

so now, there is nothing to look at, bad attitudes, bad breath equals bad programming. we should call a moritorium on this garbage.

I have permanantly turned the channel. Even i have standards.

Cheap laughs


I wish I could take credit...........Enjoy.

3.16.2008

Old School Dimepiece #2

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this is from left field. I meant to reserve this segment for the sistas but i was so awestruck that i had to say somehting. The Janice Dickinson we see on TV descended from this. The crazed, silicon injected, multiple surgeried, angst ridden sometime judge on America's Top Model. Yeah, her. She has devolved from the picture above to the wonder of life that at times contaminates our TV screens. Wow that devolution, like us becoming apes.

damn, shameful!!!!

Old School Dimepiece

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.............like the girl in the Jamaica poster. WOW!!!! Somebody's mama was a dimepiece. Doesn't a trip to Negril sound good to you. The Jamaican tourist board new what they were doing. If Charlotte had a poster like that every weekend would look like CIAA. Ooooooohhwwwwweeeeee!!!!

But the sad part is......she is now someone's mother, auntie, posibly known for her mean potato salad or bangin banana pudding on fellowship Sundays. She was a looker in her time. I salute you.

3.10.2008

The Wire Finale

Wow!!!!! Herk was a backside snitch. Mike is studying the Omar handbook, just hope he tears out the gay chapters. Valcheck is new commishoner. Bubs, reconciled with his fam. Cheese got capped, deservingly so. Prezbo hardened up and rocks the Uni-bomber beard. Dookie is testing blue caps. Wee-Bay and Chris are holding it down at Jessup. Daniels looks like a mope of a public defender after getting extorted by sexy ass Nariece(ooooohhhhweeeeeeee!!!). She turns me on in a perverse way. All that brown skin conniving under those unassuming business suits. wow!!! Norman was true to himself, always sarcastic at Carcetti's expense even at the worst of times. Lester Freeman turned a Orlando's finest into a stepford wife, keeping all that freak hidden under middle age PTA chairwoman's clothes. Gus is riding the clock till retirement. i guess the corporate game is like the hustle, it keeps going. Templeton's lying ass got the award. Carcetti is governor. Rawls, aka Dirt Drawls (its just a rhyme) got the state police gig. Kima is still on the grind, concious clear. And last but not least Bunk is still wearing nice suits and contiminating Baltimore crime scenes with his cheap Hav-A-Tampa cigars. Step it up to Cohibas. He has come a long way since Michael from Waiting to Exhale.

I am so sad to see it go. what will i do with my sundays?

3.09.2008

The Lost Art of Stripping

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I got to do it. I went to my first strip club in 2000, two nights after turning 21. In the last 7 seven years I have been to strip clubs along the eastern seabord as well as mexico. i have been privy to private parties. In total i have seem my fair share of smut. i can judge a stripper within a song and the entire club in 20 mins. From the Fancy Cat (rip) to Salon Matehuala in Monterrey, Mexico to the corner joint in Philly. Needless to say that maybe its Charlotte or the genre in general, which I seriously doubt, its going to shit, very fast.

Back in the day, it was a different game. It was full contact stripping. You needed a waiver of liability. Your local enthusiastic dancer named Fantasy, Dream, Seduction, or one of the thousands of lovely fruit or spice flavors was seriously on the grind. She would jump on you, climb you, scratch you, bite you etc, for two songs you were guaranteed intense dry humping and groping was expecting, meaning she would grope you. Contact was permitted as determined by the curvy customer servant. the options were endless.

now its a new ballgame. sure the facilities are better. hell, sometimes the quantity and quality of women is better. unfortunatley the services have taken a dive. a lap dance now equals me, sitting down waiting for her to get in my lap. it should be a called a wish dance and she can wish that i pay her. what you really get is a perimeter of 18", a little eye contact, and maybe one 15 second grind. Damn, I'm much better off going to Crush. i could at least get some rubs at the club. Piss poor at best.....

before i forget, there is a new phenomena indoor percipitation that further compounds things. yeah, making it rain. wow!!!! its purely a show-off move for the dude. it has nothing to do with the chick. its not an invite. they dont even make sure the chick gets the loot. its just flashing non-legal tender to the other d-boys in attendence. i have seen the laziest, uncoordinated stripper get hundreds of dollars thrown her way just because some choice dope boy music came through the speaker. once Jeezy in particular plays, the dollars come out. so baby, dont get to high on yourself. and fellas, you got the game all messed up.

Jay Electronica.......................a glimmer of light in the darkness

as you read this you will have one of two reactions, i am really late or light years ahead of you. this is the elusive jay electronica an enigmatic rapper from new orleans. cancelled myspace account, no website, just an internet phantom, catching up to him is almost as good as the music. ninety second flows, no chorus,no hook, beats from movie themes. he ripped it over the score from "the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. a loop nothing else, no drums. Amazing!!!


last year i saw his name and face appearing on myspace but i slept. bad move. a few months ago i ran into him through a giles petersen podcast. words cannot express. he is restoring my love and hope in hip-hop.

he is the reason i cling on to my official backpack status..................

my life changed when i heard the first song. listen and dont look back.

and take this for good measure


if you don't get it, i might have to reconsider or renounce our friendship. seriously.

ok, that was a little harsh, i dont want to banish the few friends i do have. and i wouldnt want to banish any readers. sometimes i think only ?myk is my only loyal reader.

3.04.2008

My new approach to dating...


keep in touch, i will keep you updated on the results.