Thursday, January 29, 2009
Iraqi Shoe Monument
A huge sculpture of one of the shoes that went flying at ole Dubya's head last month has been unveiled in front of the Tikrit Orphanage in Iraq. Apparently the sculptor, Laith al-Amiri, sculpted the shoe with the help of the children living in the orphanage. While reason dictates that it is completely inappropriate and disrepectful to throw anything at any visiting international official, my inner revolutionary was tickled pink when I saw those bad boys launched across the room. Too bad Dubya's still pretty spry in his old age.
Let's Run Through the House W/Scissors, Ya'll!
A friend of mine sent me this and it's true. The way I was raised ('70s baby, '80s child) is much different from the way that kids today are getting brought up.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags..
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were OK.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all,no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chatrooms...
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags..
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because,
WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were OK.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all,no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chatrooms...
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good .
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Amnau Eele Needs to Mind Her Own Damn Business!
Amnau Eele, the co-founder of the Black Artists Association (which represents black PAINTERS not black DESIGNERS) decided she wanted to pitch a bitch about Michelle Obama's wardrobe choices on Inauguration Day and had this to say:
"It's fine and good if you want to be all 'Kumbaya' and 'We Are the World' by representing all different countries. But if you are going to have Isabel Toledo do the inauguration dress, and Jason Wu do the evening gown, why not have Kevan Hall, B Michael, Stephen Burrows or any of the other black designers do something too?"
Who said that First Lady Obama (damn that's got a nice ring to it) was trying to be all "Kumbaya or We Are the World" with her fashion choices? Is it completely out of the realm of possibility that the woman picked those outfits because she fucking LIKED them regardless of who made them? Here we are in the midst of one of if not THE greatest moments of our history in this country and this broad is basically belittling it by jumping on some trite and ignorant bullshit.
Apparently, as a result of these stupid ass comments, she started receiving death threats. Now personally, I think that's a bit extreme. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind taking Miss Thang out to the woodshed for a Come To Jesus meeting about having your damn priorities in order.
"It's fine and good if you want to be all 'Kumbaya' and 'We Are the World' by representing all different countries. But if you are going to have Isabel Toledo do the inauguration dress, and Jason Wu do the evening gown, why not have Kevan Hall, B Michael, Stephen Burrows or any of the other black designers do something too?"
Who said that First Lady Obama (damn that's got a nice ring to it) was trying to be all "Kumbaya or We Are the World" with her fashion choices? Is it completely out of the realm of possibility that the woman picked those outfits because she fucking LIKED them regardless of who made them? Here we are in the midst of one of if not THE greatest moments of our history in this country and this broad is basically belittling it by jumping on some trite and ignorant bullshit.
Apparently, as a result of these stupid ass comments, she started receiving death threats. Now personally, I think that's a bit extreme. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind taking Miss Thang out to the woodshed for a Come To Jesus meeting about having your damn priorities in order.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Being Loved vs Being "In Love"...
So yesterday, I was talking to my Six-Foot-Six-Mountain-of-Carmelly-Goodness and he told me that a friend of ours and his girlfriend broke up. This sux because I really liked those two together. Anyway, when I asked why, he told me that she had issues with the fact that while he loved her, he was not "in love" with her.
Oh brother...
Now while I try to re-seat my rolling eyes, allow me to explain my opinion about being loved as opposed to being in love. And considering the fact that I'm fucking starving right now, I'm using food analogies. The difference between being loved and being in love is the same as the difference between the main course and the side dishes.
Being loved is like eating a perfectly cooked steak. It's tasty, well seasoned, well rested, nourishing and it sticks to your ribs. It can be and often is, a meal unto itself. Being "in love" is kinda like eating side dishes along with that lovely slab of bovine. Side dishes are great. When done right, they can enhance the taste of the overall meal. But by design, they are not meant to overshadow or diminish the effect of the main course. They can change depending on the mood of the diner. So you had veggies with your steak today; next time you might want fries or something. It's whim food. An accessory and nothing more. Don't believe me? Fine. Let me ask you this: If that $17 steak you order showed up rotten, are you really going to give a shit that the $5 potatoes were yummy? Didn't think so.
My point is that a lot of people put too much stake (no pun intended) in being in love as opposed to loving and being loved. I love my man with 80% of my heart (the other 20% belongs to the Philadelphia Eagles and all things Batman). Whether I'm in or out of love with him at any given time doesn't change that. Quite honestly, we've been too strong for too long (big ups Mary J) to trip on some whimisical shit. We both know better than to get so hung up on the small tasty stuff that our main dish ends up half enjoyed, abandoned, boxed up as leftovers or possibly even given to someone else.
My homie offered her a main course and all she wanted was side dishes...
...Dat's fucked up.
Oh brother...
Now while I try to re-seat my rolling eyes, allow me to explain my opinion about being loved as opposed to being in love. And considering the fact that I'm fucking starving right now, I'm using food analogies. The difference between being loved and being in love is the same as the difference between the main course and the side dishes.
Being loved is like eating a perfectly cooked steak. It's tasty, well seasoned, well rested, nourishing and it sticks to your ribs. It can be and often is, a meal unto itself. Being "in love" is kinda like eating side dishes along with that lovely slab of bovine. Side dishes are great. When done right, they can enhance the taste of the overall meal. But by design, they are not meant to overshadow or diminish the effect of the main course. They can change depending on the mood of the diner. So you had veggies with your steak today; next time you might want fries or something. It's whim food. An accessory and nothing more. Don't believe me? Fine. Let me ask you this: If that $17 steak you order showed up rotten, are you really going to give a shit that the $5 potatoes were yummy? Didn't think so.
My point is that a lot of people put too much stake (no pun intended) in being in love as opposed to loving and being loved. I love my man with 80% of my heart (the other 20% belongs to the Philadelphia Eagles and all things Batman). Whether I'm in or out of love with him at any given time doesn't change that. Quite honestly, we've been too strong for too long (big ups Mary J) to trip on some whimisical shit. We both know better than to get so hung up on the small tasty stuff that our main dish ends up half enjoyed, abandoned, boxed up as leftovers or possibly even given to someone else.
My homie offered her a main course and all she wanted was side dishes...
...Dat's fucked up.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
'Scuse Me While I Get Mushy...
He's the new President of the United States, Commander of the 6th Fleet (and all the rest of them for that matter), and one of, if not the, most powerful man in the world...
...and yet he still hands over his coat to his wifey when she's cold.
Classic.
...and yet he still hands over his coat to his wifey when she's cold.
Classic.
Friday, January 23, 2009
South Park Flashback
I love South Park. So much so that at least once a week I think about something South Park related (yeah, it's sad but so what). Anyway, here's today's thought:
Three The Hard Way
This flick was taken while ole Dubya (note: my new favorite phrase is Former President Bush)was taking his seat at the inauguration. I'm sorry, but if not one, not two but THREE sistas are giving you the side-eye...you done fucked up dawg!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Al Sharpton Is Spittin Fire!!!!
I've never been a big fan of Rev. Shapton (let's face it, he needed to cut that process years ago) and I've disagreed with him on numberous occasions. But this past weekend he was the keynote speaker of the Human Rights Ecumenical Service and had this to say regarding the organized faiths that helped both physically and finanically in passing Prop 8 in California:
"There is something immoral and sick about using all of that power to not end brutality and poverty, but to break into people's bedrooms and claim that God sent you." The rest of his speech can be found at http://pageoneq.com/news/2009/sharpton0113.html
Go 'head Al, I aint mad atcha.
"There is something immoral and sick about using all of that power to not end brutality and poverty, but to break into people's bedrooms and claim that God sent you." The rest of his speech can be found at http://pageoneq.com/news/2009/sharpton0113.html
Go 'head Al, I aint mad atcha.
Lil Kim...In The Name of All That's Holy...
...put the goddamn scapel down and flush the bleaching cream!!!! I swear I've actually forgotten what you used to look like!
Can't Be A Plumber... Ok, Be A Journalist!
John McCain did the United States a great disservice this past election season. First, he brought Sarah "the Human Herpe" Palin onto the national stage. Then, ole McThuselh decided to make matters worse by bringing Joe "The Not Really A Plumber" Wurzelbacher to the attention of the electorate. The election is long over and the right man won (thank God!). So why are we still being burdened with these fucking idiots?! Ok, Palin is a politician (tee hee) so I kind of expect her to be around for a while. But Joe??!! Pajamas Media TV (pjtv.com) gave this shitkicker a job as a war correspondent and sent his ass to Gaza!!! WTF??! I can only hope that Joe's new employers are setting him up to be the victim of friendly (or maybe not so friendly) fire.
NFC Championship Game!! Go Eagles!!!
To be honest, I have always shown the Cardinals some love, even though they aren't my team of choice. Hell, I showed em love even when their own state wouldn't give them the time of day. But the fact remains that I am an Eagles Girl. Always have been, always will be. And as such I will be rooting for the Iggles to spank dat redbird ass!!
Friday, January 9, 2009
A Letter to Roland Burris...
Dear Sir,
You arrogant old bastard! Are you so desperate to add to your list of accomplishments before you keel over that you're willing to throw in with the filthiest man in your entire state? Of course you must be. Considering the space that's still left on that shrine you built to youself, deperate times call for desperate measures, right? Wrong! This is just a little too desperate in my not-to-humble opinion. I realize that you may not have gone as far in your political career as you would have liked, but throwing in with Blagojevich is a mistake. In spite of how positive your career might have been, you are now the guy who will always get the side-eye from everyone regarding any decisions you might make as a senator. People are always going to wonder, "Did he pay to play? What's Blago getting out of this?" People are always going to wait for the other shoe to drop with with you and do you know why? Because you didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting that damn senate seat until Blago got busted for trying to sell it. Why? Why not? Who cares? The bottom line is that the newly impeached governor of Illinois offered you tainted goodd, you took them and now you're tainted. And if you think you're going to get re-elected in 2010--not only are you tainted, but you're on crack as well.
I don't quote the bible often...usually because I end up in direct oppostion to it. But the bible says, "shun the very appearance of evil." Words to live by, you old fool.
Get a clue,
The FunkyHeadHunter
Transformers 2 Teaser Poster
I wish I was more enthusiastic about this, considering that Optimus Prime has always been my Baby's Daddy...Ah Well...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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