A shout out to the Gremlin

Upon reading the latest adventures of Tiny Tapioca (http://adj-thegremlin.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-belated-birthday-and-belated.html) I have decided to share a little video sent to me by the child know as the Gremlin. Enjoy! And a belated happy birthday to my little buddy:

Girl You Trippin'

Today's edition of Girl you trippin' presents to you Virginia Thomas. This is the wife of Supreme Court justice Clarence Thomas who in 1991 during his confirmation hearings had an FBI leaked interview from one of his subordinates leaked to the press. Anita Hill had allegations against the judge claiming sexual harassment. Ms. Hill is quoted as saying: "He spoke about acts that he had seen in pornographic films involving such matters as women having sex with animals and films showing group sex or rape scenes....On several occasions, Thomas told me graphically of his own sexual prowess." Also he asked: "Who has put pubic hair on my Coke?" Now with all of this being stated recently, twenty years after the incident, Mrs. Thomas decides to call up and demand an apology. Now, if the allegations are true, and Ms. Hill hasn't not backed down from them, then why in the crap would she apologize to her tormentor? So to you Virginia Thomas I say this to you:

Girl...you trippin'

My Ten Hottest MC's

While I don’t go to MTV for my definitive lists on music since they stopped playing music around the time Bill Clinton was busy in the Oval Office with his cigars. Earlier today while checking my random form of social media in which I am pretty much addicted to I stumbled across both the lists from MTV and BET declaring who are the ten hottest rappers in the hip hop game right now and uh…wow. I’ll say this, the words Waka Flocka, hot, and top ten should never be mentioned together. MTV pleads their case saying that you can’t deny his popularity. No you can’t. You know what else is popular? Heroin, doesn’t make it good. So in response I have decided to give you my top ten (in no particular order) as of right now excluding Jay-Z because everyone knows how big a fan of the Jigga Man I am.

10. Mos Def, 9. Eminem, 8. Black Thought:
Mos’ album the Eclectic was a return to form for the fans of Mos since the Rawkus all-Stars mixtape days. Eminem’s Recovery gave us two of the most infectious singles of the year in Not Afraid and Love the way you lie, and Black Thought? He’s just a lyrical monster who is constantly underrated.


7. Drake:
Say what you will about Drizzy, but he had the hip-hop world on his head since his decision to keep putting out mixtapes rather than signing a label deal and even realing a top ten hit off his mixtape. What I love most is that he remains who he is, somewhat of a ladies man and rapping about something believable.

6. Wale:
Disgustingly underrated, while Waka mocks those who take time with their lyrics, Wale makes numerous sports references and raps about what he loves such as women and sneakers. His metaphors are on point and beats are sick and catchy.

5. Kid Cudi:
The most ambitious debut album I have seen in a while. If all you know is Day and Night I suggest giving the album a listen from the first track to the end you hear a story which I believe is his intention. Very few people do that now a days so hopefully his next album keeps the content and tweaks the concept.

4. Common:
Do I even need to explain why Common Sense is on this list?

3. Fabolous:
Fab is a lyrical monster on mixtapes, freestyles and his albums have commercial success to a certain extent.

2. Jay Electronica:
Listen to Exhibit C. Now. Go do it.

1a. Andre 3000
1b. Big Boi
Not Outkast, I am including these guys as solo artists for the purpose of this list. Big Boi is so unappreciated due partly because of his preference to stick to a more traditional hip-hop style where as 3 Stacks explores all musical genres. Not an insult as Big Boi is consistently stealing scenes on guest appearances and his solo debut ‘Sir Lucious Leftfoot: The son of Chico Dusty.’ Andre 3000 hasn’t released a solo album but it doesn’t mean he has been idle. I point to his opening verse on the amazing International Player’s Anthem by UGK. Case closed as to why he is on the list.

Hip Hop don't get old

Ice Cube and Rev. Run kill this cypher:


And just for fun I loved the G.O.O.D. music cypher:

Got me!

It appears that these people have spilled my secret. I'm a happy old woman.

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A Post Dedicated to the Woman I Freaked Out

A popular theme of this blog has been my inability to meet and successfully date a woman who is of the sane persuasion. From a girl who brought her mother along on the date to the one where her child showed up in the middle of the date (According to my good friend Cooper if I date a grandmother next I get a generations badge,) each date has been crazier than the one that preceded it. A week ago however I got to see how the other side lives, as I was the crazy one. Yes somewhere in the interwebs there is a veiled tweet or blog post about a woman’s interaction with me.

Now let me clarify, I didn’t go on a date with this girl but we had quite the el ride home together. Let me paint a picture for you. Usually during my hour or so train ride home I am usually lost in whatever music I have newly added to the ipod or have my head stuck in a book. This day happened to be a delightful combination of the two. As I listened to the soothing music of John Coltrane and poured over a book about the infamous Black Dahlia case I happened to look up and notice the train had stopped moving and sat between two stations. I pulled my headphones off and tried to see if there was an announcement being made but alas there was nothing being announced.

I looked to my left and beside me sat a very attractive young lady. She appeared to be about 25 or so, wore a very professional blouse and skirt combo and had her hair pulled up in a manner that says “Hey! I’m professional.” We began to chat about the crappy service of the CTA and shared a laugh when we happened to see the conductor walk along the side of the train past our car. She looked down and with a inquisitive look asked what I was reading.

Here is where the story begins to take a turn toward creepy town. I have long been a fan of the history of crimes such as assassination theories etc. Ask me to see Avatar I may slap you, but tell me there’s a cold case files marathon on, sign me up. A marathon of snapped? Son of a bitch I’m on it. So given my perverse fascination I get a little too into books on the topic. Below is a word for word transcript:
Pretty Lady: What are you reading?
Me: A book on the Black Dahlia case, it's really interesting.
Pretty Lady: The Black Dahlia? I'm not familiar.
Me: Well, it's about a young woman who moved to a LA and is murdered (insert me going into nerd mode and giving details)
Pretty Lady: ....
Me: Too much? Damn it.

So to the young woman who I freaked out I am sorry. Just understand, I really was into that book and my exuberance was just a bit too much given the subject matter. I promise I’ll be normal next time you see me.



Unless you mention clowns…I fucking hate clowns.

An Important Announcement

I know most of my posts on here are of a satirical, angry or sports related subject but today I am being completely serious. To any women whose eye should come across this please recognize that it is Breast Cancer Awareness month and please get yourself checked. In fact don't even wait until October do it earlier in the year, I don't care just do it. I have lost a very important family member and an aunt who is very close to my heart is currently battling another bout of breast cancer. If you are looking for more information please go to cancer.org or komen.org. I promise the next post will be completely unimportant, but this is something I had to say. Puma out!