Been looking for a new spot to move to, and it's proving to be much more difficult than I'd originally anticipated. Not that there's a shortage of places to rent; if anything it's ridiculous how many people are renting out, their own houses even.
But I suddenly remembered that I'm a grown-ass man and should have a spot of my own. I've had roommates for the longest and they always find a way to piss a brother off, especially when it comes to keeping the kitchen and bathroom clean. MD [Mama d®] was militant about keeping the bathroom & kitchen clean, and those values were hard-wired into my system.
[Speaking of, I asked MD the other day what she thought about my bro's Subaru and she was like:
"Ona ndiui arutire ngari io ku. Iri inegene ma! Igambaga ta kibikibi."]
While flipping through apartment guides and Craigslist one afternoon I was so [unpleasantly] surprised I almost gave up my lunch - apartments in the DC area don't come cheap. Holy sh*t, I'm talking about, on average, $900 a month! I was expecting it to be a "more reasonable" $750-ish, coz utilities gotta be paid for too, but nuh-uh. Can a brother get a break? It's good to have a friend who's a bean-counter tho, coz it's apparent I'll have to trim the fat off my already slender budget.
Of course it's all about location, location, location. The closer you are to downtown the pricier everything is, and that progression isn't exactly linear. Finding the right balance between location and affordability is turning out to be a black art of sorts. *sigh* If only I liked apartment-shopping as much as I do shopping for electronic gizmos!
Which reminds me: It's about that time of year - I need to get rid of lots of novels that have been stacking up, and which I'll never read again. Anyone stateside want them or better yet, wants to trade? I'll take a pic showing the titles soon as I get the camera back.
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Hip-Hop verse of the day:
"Yeah, I want things to go my way
But as of late a lot of sh*t been going sideways
And my mother tried to run away from home
But I left something in the car so I caught her in the driveway
And she cried to me, so I cried too
And my stomach was soaking wet, she only 5′2"..."
Drake in Successful
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
RIDIC.
Thesis statement: "Oh no he didn't!"
It's great having elder brothers. Not only do I look up to them, but they challenge me to be like them, or better them, in so many ways.
So, imagine my surprise when bro-man sent me these pics of his steed - an STI-powered and performance-tuned Subaru Forester. I'd thought it was just a plain-jane Subie all this time.
Dude has been holding out on me, I see. For someone with a lead foot and who's always had fast cars, it still surprises him. This is what he had to say about it:
"Yes, I've got a Subaru Forester - Powerful machine, STI modified (see steering wheel and foot pedals), after market muffler (Loooud), intercooler turbo charged, 2000cc, complete with boost meter and turbo timer. I've never known such raving power and amazing stability. I love it."
The pic of the engine bay reveals, unsurprisingly, that he's been romping about in dirt roads. Lucky b@stard.
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Hip-Hop verse of the day:
"It's five o'clock in the morning
Got my pedal to the floor,
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this b*tch go.."
Jermaine Dupri ft Nate Dogg in Ballin' Out Of Control
It's great having elder brothers. Not only do I look up to them, but they challenge me to be like them, or better them, in so many ways.
So, imagine my surprise when bro-man sent me these pics of his steed - an STI-powered and performance-tuned Subaru Forester. I'd thought it was just a plain-jane Subie all this time.
Dude has been holding out on me, I see. For someone with a lead foot and who's always had fast cars, it still surprises him. This is what he had to say about it:
"Yes, I've got a Subaru Forester - Powerful machine, STI modified (see steering wheel and foot pedals), after market muffler (Loooud), intercooler turbo charged, 2000cc, complete with boost meter and turbo timer. I've never known such raving power and amazing stability. I love it."
The pic of the engine bay reveals, unsurprisingly, that he's been romping about in dirt roads. Lucky b@stard.
***************************
Hip-Hop verse of the day:
"It's five o'clock in the morning
Got my pedal to the floor,
It's time I test my 600
Wonder how fast this b*tch go.."
Jermaine Dupri ft Nate Dogg in Ballin' Out Of Control
Monday, June 22, 2009
STIGGIE EXPOSÉ
It wouldn't take a nuclear physicist to figure out The Stig has considerable F1 experience but holy sh*t, it turned out to be Schumacher, arguably one of the greatest of all time?!
That explains the otherworldly control skills the Stig possesses; he could make any beast, even the hopelessly impractical Golf W12, go around the test track while Jeremy couldn't do it once. [so he said]
But why would they expose who the stig really is? It was so much fun trying to guess who it might've been. Damn!
Wait! This may be a ploy to pull the wool over everyone's eyes about the Stig's real identity. Hmmm...
That explains the otherworldly control skills the Stig possesses; he could make any beast, even the hopelessly impractical Golf W12, go around the test track while Jeremy couldn't do it once. [so he said]
But why would they expose who the stig really is? It was so much fun trying to guess who it might've been. Damn!
Wait! This may be a ploy to pull the wool over everyone's eyes about the Stig's real identity. Hmmm...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
"ZIP, ZERO, STINGY WITH DINERO"
I was talking to shawty the other day about some situation that happened with some cat I know when this came up, and she admitted that though she hadn’t really thought about it before, I just might be right. I’ve seen too many examples of this to make it fictitious or worse, presumptuous, so I’d like to believe it's got some semblance of truth to it. You be the judge. Here it goes:
Women don’t feel obligated to share their money with their men.
Before I start getting hate mail about this, hear me out.
One of my friends is a good dude. Many years ago he was in the military, and was fortunate to finally be stationed stateside, after years of bouncing about in military bases all over the globe. He went out for a drink with his boys one day and met this one girl, and it was as close to love at first sight as it’d ever get. Quicker than you can say sacrebleu! they‘d moved in together, had a couple of kids and were as happily married as could be.
They both were barely out of their teens and dude, being in the military and all, was making much more money than she; she was a working college student, i.e. poor. Dude dedicated all his efforts into helping her pay for school, and in a few short years she was done. She found a good job with a young, up-and-coming firm and was on the fast track to success. Like most in the corporate world, she really had to put her time in, which meant she was pulling 70-hour weeks, and consequently spending a fortune on babysitters.
Meanwhile, dude’s mandatory tenure with the military had expired and he could’ve re-enlisted, but he chose to leave so he could spend more time with his family. He inevitably became a stay-at-home Dad and didn’t mind it at all at first, coz he’d hardly spent any extended periods of time with them while he was in the service. But a few months down the road, it suddenly hit him [idiot] that he wasn’t making any money and hadn’t saved hardly any, since it had all gone towards his wife’s schooling.
So he got out there and tried to find a job. Having only graduated from high school and with no other credentials, he could only find one dead-end job after another, making peanuts. Meanwhile, his wife was quickly climbing the corporate ladder, and in a few short years was a director and making six figures. She was hardly ever home, and when she was home she was always working, and their relationship quickly deteriorated, and this is how it went down:
She’d come home and complain about everything, dude told me. He was only working part time and did all the cooking and cleaning, but she started complaining about his cooking. [Right, after years of him always doing the cooking] Suddenly the crib wasn’t clean enough, the kids had a rash, she was paying too much for the apartment, and on and on.
One day she came home and told him she’d bought a house. She hadn’t even talked to him about it. Barely containing his anger, he asked her why she hadn’t consulted him and she said, and I quote, that 'there wasn’t any need to consult him since he couldn’t have contributed financially anyway.' Youch. Speechless, he told her to go ahead and do what she wanted then. In a few months they moved in to a new house sprawled on a humongous, immaculately manicured lawn. And that was the beginning of their [real] tale of woe.
To spare you the sorry details, she bought whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and didn’t mention it to him or ask him anything about it. She made sure he deposited his entire check in their joint account, but she had an account on the side where she stacked up the bulk of her cheddar. They played so many silly games and she said so many scathing things, though he responded in kind, but soon he’d had it up to here with feeling emasculated and filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. No sooner had she gotten the papers than she went and cleaned out their joint account.
[Oh, hell naw! >d® would have to choke a b*tch!]
But my thing is this: He was all too willing to spend all his money on her when she needed it. But when the roles were reversed, she’d have none of that. Apparently what was his was theirs, but what was hers was hers! Good Lawd!
But then again, we men are oft conditioned, from an early age, to take care of our women. Like, I never have a problem footing the bill for my lady friends. There could be 3 or 4 of them, and I’d still want to. Matter of fact, I almost feel like I have to. But maybe that’s because my Dad and Brothers always exemplified that, and I picked up on it. Same as opening doors, pulling chairs, that kind of stuff.
But I must admit it feels good when a girl insists on paying for stuff. I wouldn’t expect her to, and I’d never ask her to, but it still feels good.
More to the point, when most men are suddenly in a position where they can’t pay for their lady friends’ stuff, it really sucks. It’s inexplicable, but there’s a certain sense of – I daresay – pride, in footing a lady friend’s tab. We know that the ladies are perfectly capable of paying for their own sh*t, but we still wanna get y'all that drink, ladies.
But women don’t seem to have this complex. They don’t feel obligated to pay their men’s bills/tabs/whatever. As a matter of fact, if a dude confessed to a girl he was trying to holla at that he didn’t have any cheddar to foot the bill, that would be the beginning of the end. Of course not all girls are like that, I know, but show me one girl who will meet a raggedy-ass, broke-ass negro and fall in love with him right away, and I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Either he's got to have a little cheddar at least, or he’s got to have some exceptional ability. And that’s just the way it is.
Sh*t, I wouldn’t mind it one bit if my girl made more money than I. As long as she doesn’t get on a financial power trip, that is. I'll babysit all day! Nah, just playing - I'd go insane from boredom, no doubt.
Make that cheddar, ladies. And share it with your men, why dontcha. Coz Lord knows we love spending it on you!
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Hip-Hop quote of the day
"...N*gga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped..."
Jay-Z in Song Cry
Women don’t feel obligated to share their money with their men.
Before I start getting hate mail about this, hear me out.
One of my friends is a good dude. Many years ago he was in the military, and was fortunate to finally be stationed stateside, after years of bouncing about in military bases all over the globe. He went out for a drink with his boys one day and met this one girl, and it was as close to love at first sight as it’d ever get. Quicker than you can say sacrebleu! they‘d moved in together, had a couple of kids and were as happily married as could be.
They both were barely out of their teens and dude, being in the military and all, was making much more money than she; she was a working college student, i.e. poor. Dude dedicated all his efforts into helping her pay for school, and in a few short years she was done. She found a good job with a young, up-and-coming firm and was on the fast track to success. Like most in the corporate world, she really had to put her time in, which meant she was pulling 70-hour weeks, and consequently spending a fortune on babysitters.
Meanwhile, dude’s mandatory tenure with the military had expired and he could’ve re-enlisted, but he chose to leave so he could spend more time with his family. He inevitably became a stay-at-home Dad and didn’t mind it at all at first, coz he’d hardly spent any extended periods of time with them while he was in the service. But a few months down the road, it suddenly hit him [idiot] that he wasn’t making any money and hadn’t saved hardly any, since it had all gone towards his wife’s schooling.
So he got out there and tried to find a job. Having only graduated from high school and with no other credentials, he could only find one dead-end job after another, making peanuts. Meanwhile, his wife was quickly climbing the corporate ladder, and in a few short years was a director and making six figures. She was hardly ever home, and when she was home she was always working, and their relationship quickly deteriorated, and this is how it went down:
She’d come home and complain about everything, dude told me. He was only working part time and did all the cooking and cleaning, but she started complaining about his cooking. [Right, after years of him always doing the cooking] Suddenly the crib wasn’t clean enough, the kids had a rash, she was paying too much for the apartment, and on and on.
One day she came home and told him she’d bought a house. She hadn’t even talked to him about it. Barely containing his anger, he asked her why she hadn’t consulted him and she said, and I quote, that 'there wasn’t any need to consult him since he couldn’t have contributed financially anyway.' Youch. Speechless, he told her to go ahead and do what she wanted then. In a few months they moved in to a new house sprawled on a humongous, immaculately manicured lawn. And that was the beginning of their [real] tale of woe.
To spare you the sorry details, she bought whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and didn’t mention it to him or ask him anything about it. She made sure he deposited his entire check in their joint account, but she had an account on the side where she stacked up the bulk of her cheddar. They played so many silly games and she said so many scathing things, though he responded in kind, but soon he’d had it up to here with feeling emasculated and filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. No sooner had she gotten the papers than she went and cleaned out their joint account.
[Oh, hell naw! >d® would have to choke a b*tch!]
But my thing is this: He was all too willing to spend all his money on her when she needed it. But when the roles were reversed, she’d have none of that. Apparently what was his was theirs, but what was hers was hers! Good Lawd!
But then again, we men are oft conditioned, from an early age, to take care of our women. Like, I never have a problem footing the bill for my lady friends. There could be 3 or 4 of them, and I’d still want to. Matter of fact, I almost feel like I have to. But maybe that’s because my Dad and Brothers always exemplified that, and I picked up on it. Same as opening doors, pulling chairs, that kind of stuff.
But I must admit it feels good when a girl insists on paying for stuff. I wouldn’t expect her to, and I’d never ask her to, but it still feels good.
More to the point, when most men are suddenly in a position where they can’t pay for their lady friends’ stuff, it really sucks. It’s inexplicable, but there’s a certain sense of – I daresay – pride, in footing a lady friend’s tab. We know that the ladies are perfectly capable of paying for their own sh*t, but we still wanna get y'all that drink, ladies.
But women don’t seem to have this complex. They don’t feel obligated to pay their men’s bills/tabs/whatever. As a matter of fact, if a dude confessed to a girl he was trying to holla at that he didn’t have any cheddar to foot the bill, that would be the beginning of the end. Of course not all girls are like that, I know, but show me one girl who will meet a raggedy-ass, broke-ass negro and fall in love with him right away, and I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Either he's got to have a little cheddar at least, or he’s got to have some exceptional ability. And that’s just the way it is.
Sh*t, I wouldn’t mind it one bit if my girl made more money than I. As long as she doesn’t get on a financial power trip, that is. I'll babysit all day! Nah, just playing - I'd go insane from boredom, no doubt.
Make that cheddar, ladies. And share it with your men, why dontcha. Coz Lord knows we love spending it on you!
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Hip-Hop quote of the day
"...N*gga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped..."
Jay-Z in Song Cry
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
DR. DRAKE
Hot damn, don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm losing it, as the Rock City boys said; I'm lost like Gorilla Zoe. Maybe the dreary weather has something to do with it, but I feel as convoluted as Salvador Dali must've been.
[Google or Bing some of his paintings. Dude's certifiable.]
Once again, music came to the rescue, in the form of some new cat on the Hip-Hop scene known as Drake. Well, he actually isn't exactly new; I remember watching his video a couple of years back, in some joint he had with Trey Songz.
Not to be all over his nuts, but dude's good. I'm sure everybody and their mama has heard his 'Best I Ever Had' joint coz it's all over the airwaves, but what did it for me was when he performed with Jamie Foxx on Conan O'Brien a few days ago.
Let me break it down: he wrote lyrics for Jamie Foxx's remix, and less than 24 hours later he was on the national stage with Jamie performing those same lyrics on O'Brien's show, and he killed it. Talk about clutch. I'm not too crazy about the song, but Drake really put it down.
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Hip-Hop quote of the day:
"Formally it ain't a question
We would cross paths like an intersection
But you just too far away for affection
So I pray that we never lose the connection
Coz I remember Stacy
She used to hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me..."
Drake in Jamie Foxx's Digital Girl, the remix
[Google or Bing some of his paintings. Dude's certifiable.]
Once again, music came to the rescue, in the form of some new cat on the Hip-Hop scene known as Drake. Well, he actually isn't exactly new; I remember watching his video a couple of years back, in some joint he had with Trey Songz.
Not to be all over his nuts, but dude's good. I'm sure everybody and their mama has heard his 'Best I Ever Had' joint coz it's all over the airwaves, but what did it for me was when he performed with Jamie Foxx on Conan O'Brien a few days ago.
Let me break it down: he wrote lyrics for Jamie Foxx's remix, and less than 24 hours later he was on the national stage with Jamie performing those same lyrics on O'Brien's show, and he killed it. Talk about clutch. I'm not too crazy about the song, but Drake really put it down.
******************************
Hip-Hop quote of the day:
"Formally it ain't a question
We would cross paths like an intersection
But you just too far away for affection
So I pray that we never lose the connection
Coz I remember Stacy
She used to hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me..."
Drake in Jamie Foxx's Digital Girl, the remix
Monday, June 15, 2009
THE RELENTLESS QUEST FOR ENTERTAINMENT
Like I've often stated here, I've got a morbid fear of having kids of my own. So much so, in fact, that in the past I've opted out of perfectly good whispering eye.
But I can see why people say kids are worth all the headaches they bring - they're an endless source of entertainment. There's never a dull moment with the lil' buggers, and for someone like yours truly who's in constant need of hilarity, my cousin's kids come in real handy.
Like, just the other day, the youngest one was in some early century school play, and his brother took this picture and sent it to me. The message was titled: "Medieval Negro. "
What do you do when you're bored stiff in after-lunch Chemistry lab? Have a classmate draw a tattoo on your arm. Ashy arm notwithstanding, this sh*t had me in stitches.
Dogs like kids, for whatever reason. But kids don't necessarily have to like them back, as evidenced by this clip. Dude's trying to get away from the dog, but the dog thinks he wants to play.
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Hip-Hop quote of the day:
"...You catch my girl legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at.."
Lil' Wayne in Fireman
But I can see why people say kids are worth all the headaches they bring - they're an endless source of entertainment. There's never a dull moment with the lil' buggers, and for someone like yours truly who's in constant need of hilarity, my cousin's kids come in real handy.
Like, just the other day, the youngest one was in some early century school play, and his brother took this picture and sent it to me. The message was titled: "Medieval Negro. "
What do you do when you're bored stiff in after-lunch Chemistry lab? Have a classmate draw a tattoo on your arm. Ashy arm notwithstanding, this sh*t had me in stitches.
Dogs like kids, for whatever reason. But kids don't necessarily have to like them back, as evidenced by this clip. Dude's trying to get away from the dog, but the dog thinks he wants to play.
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Hip-Hop quote of the day:
"...You catch my girl legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at.."
Lil' Wayne in Fireman
Saturday, June 13, 2009
MEMBERS ONLY
Ice Cube got it right - today is a good day.
After years and years [and years] of monthly payments, the Slo-Z, though a little worse for wear, is finally mine!
What makes this day so special is that I've come really close to totaling the car; I was sure, after this one accident some years back especially, that she was done for. But for some reason the lil' bugger just keeps soldiering on.
Well, she's now mine, b*tch! CK, make some room in the car owners' club - I'm here baby!
And here's proof, below!
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Hip-Hop Quote of the day:
"...I gotta go coz I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright.."
Ice Cube in Today Was a Good Day
After years and years [and years] of monthly payments, the Slo-Z, though a little worse for wear, is finally mine!
What makes this day so special is that I've come really close to totaling the car; I was sure, after this one accident some years back especially, that she was done for. But for some reason the lil' bugger just keeps soldiering on.
Well, she's now mine, b*tch! CK, make some room in the car owners' club - I'm here baby!
And here's proof, below!
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Hip-Hop Quote of the day:
"...I gotta go coz I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright.."
Ice Cube in Today Was a Good Day
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