7.10.2009

Ewwww, busted.


Barack needs to watch himself. I think Michelle could strong arm him any day. Don't let that little french dude get you caught up....(I think that's the french prime minister...).

The Linkdown.


1. Uhhh, my only question, where are they now?

2. Killing Bambi....now you know PETA is gonna get you. 

3. Why wasn't Mario at any of the MJ tributes? He is killing this song....unlike Ciara at the BET awards-JUST HORRIBLE- (why would you get up infront of professionals and show them you cant sing?).

4. James Falco, is sorta funny. Who knew?


6. An electronic ruler? It's not long enough....


8. Augustus Gloop! Augustus Gloop! The great big greedy nincompoop!...ummm, in real life. 



Sweet Dream. Beyonce.



Now that we have lost a music legend, I am going to be keeping a keen eye out on the streets, on look out for the next truely big star. As much as I hate to admit it...Beyonce (even though she over floods the market) is stepping up her game. I think we all remember "Buga Boo."
Lets see how far she can go. 

You Know You Want to Touch My Typeface.





Wallpaper asked 450 graphic designers to come up with stylish “tart cards”:

Tart cards are the means by which many London prostitutes advertise their services. Step into almost any central London phone box and you can contemplate up to 80 cards inviting you to be tied, teased, spanked or massaged.

Mhmmm...you can put your gill on my sans anyday. 

7.09.2009

Hugs.



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Babies in Ads.



You know what they say...stay clear of putting babies and puppies in your ads. It's a creative no, no. But they didnt say anything about b-boy babies, battle dancing on skates. Gold. What it has to do with water? I dunno, but look at those babies get down and I dare you to care.

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I Want This.

This is just supa dupa fly. The Dior Homme High Neck Jacket. I want it. I need it. I'll kill for it. 
Can some of my fashion forward readers put me on at to where to find this marvel???

7.08.2009

brandy spits hot fire




i hear some good in there but makes me think how long it took her to get the flow down, who wrote it, did she do write it by herself,

overall out 5, i give it 2.5 prostituted thoughts. (i wanna say like three but is just not there yet)

it wednesday



Humpin Around - Bobby Brown

double vassup!!


Digg Dialogg with Bruno - Watch more amazing videos here


Ive been looking forward to this movie ever since it started production and a few days from now i'll finally get to see it. BUT, im not looking forward to it as i was a couple months ago. the campaign for this movie is huge and i dont like that.

i dont want to know what ill be seeing, i mean im a huge fan of da ali g show so i know the character and things he'll say, but i dont want to know whats going to be shown in the movie.

thats all.

Religious Persecution Color Coded.

If your on the fence about your next religion, this easy-to-read chart should a great help. 

The Way They Should've Been.


artist, James Cauty
"Pop artist James Cauty's work Splatter repurposes classic Warner Bros. and Hanna-Barbera cartoons and gives them a Sin City-style blood spatter makeover, "presenting the viewer with unrelenting acts of bloody, cartoon violence, which, in cartoon law, ultimately cannot cause fatal injury."

Because the youth today isn't thoughtlessly violent enough.

One of the Best Speeches I've ever Heard.



Damn. Great speech. But I know that this is what Al Sharpton does. He makes strong, hard points. He digs deep. He dips in and out of religious symbolism and the real world. He tells truths. He actually speaks at my home church in Westchester alot. And he always lays it down....and out of all the speeches yesterday, he laid down the facts....

7.07.2009

We Had Him.


Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, 
now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips
 like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. 
Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.

In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. 
No clocks can tell time. 
No oceans can rush our tides 
with the abrupt absence of our treasure.

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.

Only when we confess our confusion can 
we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, 
trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, 
family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.
 We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, 
he was ours and we were his.

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. 
He gave us all he had been given.

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.

In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England

We are missing Michael.

But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
-Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou wrote a poem for this man. Recited by Queen Latifah at his memorial service 7/7/09. Respect that. You have to respect that.

Roads to Somewhere.

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