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Track List:
1) The Deadly Intro
2) 8587 (Birthday)
3) 1000 Zombies Marching
4) Black Sheep
5) Dope
6) Cooler Than Coach K (ft. Blue The Great)
7) Skit 1 - Berries N Cream
8) Favorite (ft. George Young)
9) Everywhere We Go (ft. Kendrick Lamar)
10) Super Villian Music (ft. CaLaura)
11) Audio Bio
12) Skit 2 - Queef Action
13) As I Wander
14) Free Loaders
15) Loner Daze
16) Bullseye
17) Weekend Warrior (Interlude)
18) Je Suis Le Vent (ft. Killa MC)
19) Solutions
20) The Epic Outro

I need new shades. Period.

Your thoughts? I like em in black.

Sweeeeeet....

Stand up and be a (Wo)Man.

Can you please, for the sake of the nutjobs of this country, stand up and denounce this Birther thing? If you would have paid attention, before you were 'suddenly' asked to run for Vice-President, you would know that Obama answered all these critics and YOURSELF INCLUDED in posting his Birth Certificate. God you make me sick.

And i know i shouldn't bring 'God' into this.



Palin's 'Birther' Sympathies

Sarah Palin finally weighed in on whether President Obama is an American citizen. During an interview with conservative radio host Rusty Humphries, who asked if Palin would raise questions about Obama's birth certificate if she runs for office in 2012, Palin said that the public is "rightfully still making it an issue." She added, "I think it's a fair question, just like I think past associations and past voting records. All of that is fair game." Later, she noted that she'd put to rest questions about whether Trig was really her child by releasing his birth certificate. After the interview, on her Facebook page she wrote that "Voters have every right to ask candidates for information if they so choose," noting that "it was seemingly fair game" to question Trig's parentage during the 2008 election, but pointing out that "at no point" has she "asked the president to produce his birth certificate or suggested that he was not born in the United States." Obama released his birth certificate in June 2008, but the move only sparked further rumors that the document was faked.

I mean... really? Saw this picture and you wonder how this guy didn't know he would end up behind bars. Put him away forever, and let's never talk about him again. Please and Thank you.

Don't Be Mad, UPS Is Hiring

Props to TheBeautifulStruggler for this one:

He looks happy.

...and even if they aren't, this recession is too ill for folks who don't deserve their jobs. Someone else is always, ALWAYS waiting in the wings to replace you. Personally, I'm just waiting for someone to realize that I would be better than Toure at whatever exactly it is that he does.


Meh.
Whatever. I'm talking about people who don't deserve their jobs and specifically, wack-ass DJs who aren't fit to rip the 1s and 2s. Or the F1s and F2s, it seems these days. Man, I was in a nice little spot this weekend and there was some DJ I had never heard of spinning. He was playing all types of jams: Black Moon, pre-bitchmade Nas and of course, some Michael Jackson and Slum Village. Folks were jamming extra hard...well, they wanted to, but dude was LITERALLY only playing about 20 seconds of each song. Just enough to let the beat drop and then...next! WTF? Was he just trying to show off his collection? Did he simply want people to know what he had? Or did he get off so much from the way the crowd went wild every time a new song came on, he had to have the feeling over and over? It was truly puzzling. Who wants to hear that ill Ronnie Laws sample (thank you, interwebs, for teaching me all I ever wanted to know) drop from "Who Got The Props", only to have your dreams crushed as another track queues up? Not me, dammit.

Speaking of wack DJs and the late, great King of Pop (still doesn't sound right), y'all DO realize how large this man's catalogue is, no? I need to put this out there now, as I know there will be some celebrations of his life at the end of the month to mark his birthday on August 28th. I am sure sick of DJs who only can come up with MJ tracks found on "Number Ones". Between the Jackson 5, the Jacksons and Michael's solo work, there is so much to choose from that one needn't fall back on "Rock With You". Honestly, I am tired of "Rock With You". It's one of my all-time favorite songs, but I heard it in the club and on the radio regularly before Michael passed and now it's getting out of line.

If Ebert liked it, you should.

Varsity Blues


My girl, Lauren, i've come to find, has not seen a lot of movies that I enjoy... It's actually been kind of fun, giving her random titles to rent while she is overseas, and getting her feedback.

What was absolutely appalling was the fact that she hadn't seen Varsity Blues 2,743 times like I have. Well, hopefully in the next 15 days she can catch up.


BY ROGER EBERT / January 15, 1999

Cast & Credits
Mox: James Van Der Beek
Coach Kilmer: Jon Voight
Lance Harbor: Paul Walker
Billy Bob: Ron Lester
Tweeder: Scott Caan


"Varsity Blues" is not your average sports movie. It brings an outsider viewpoint to the material, which involves a West Texas high school quarterback who would rather win an academic scholarship than play football. The character, named Mox and played by James Van Der Beek of TV's "Dawson's Creek," is a good kid--so good, at one point he asks himself why he's always being so good--and although the movie contains "Animal House"-style gross-outs, it doesn't applaud them.

The central struggle is between Mox and Coach Kilmer (Jon Voight, in another of a group of striking recent performances). Kilmer is a close-cropped martinet who addresses pep rallies with a vaguely Hitlerian salute, and has won two state titles and 22 district championships in 30 years. Now he wants the 23rd, at any cost.

The movie takes place in a West Texas town not unlike the setting of "The Last Picture Show," although the kids get away with even more these days. (When one steals a squad car and drives around town with his buddies and their girlfriends, all naked, that merely inspires some "boys will be boys" talk at the local diner.) Some plot elements are hard to believe. (Could a high school teacher get away with dancing at a nearby topless club?) But others, including the way players are injected with pain-killers before a big game, feel truthful.

The movie was directed by Brian Robbins, who made the high-spirited "Good Burger" (1997), and here again we see the impulses of a satirist winking from behind the constraints of a genre. I enjoyed, for example, the subplot involving Mox's kid brother, the religion-obsessed Kyle, who makes his first entrance with a crucifix strapped to his back and by the end of the film has founded a cult with his playmates. Maybe his spirituality is inherited; their father asks Mox, "Did you pray for more playing time?" The arc of the movie involves one football season, during which Coach Kilmer will or will not win his 23rd title. Of course it ends with a Big Game and a Big Play, with seconds on the clock, but this is a movie that doesn't buy into all the tenets of our national sports religion; the subtext is that winning isn't everything.

One of Mox's friends is the enormous Billy Bob (Ron Lester), whose breakfast consists of pancakes chased down with syrup swigged straight from the bottle. Without revealing what happens to him, I will express my gratitude to Robbins and his writer, W. Peter Iliff, for not marching lockstep down the well-traveled road of inevitable developments. I also enjoyed the relationship between Mox and Lance (Paul Walker), the starting quarterback; instead of making Lance into the obligatory jerk, the movie pays more attention. To the standard role of the town sexpot, Tiffany C. Love brings a certain poignancy; she always goes for the starting quarterback, but she's not a slut so much as a realist.

All of this sounds as if "Varsity Blues" is a good movie, and parts of it are, but the parts never quite come together. Scenes work, but they don't pile up and build momentum. Van Der Beek is convincing and likable, Voight's performance has a kind of doomed grandeur, and the characters are seen with quirky humor. (When Billy Bob gets knocked cold during a game, and the trainer asks him how many fingers he's holding up, Mox explains, "With Billy Bob, you gotta go true or false. Billy Bob, is he holding up fingers? Yes or no?") The movie doesn't quite get over the top, but you sense that Brian Robbins has the right instincts, and is ready to break loose for a touchdown.