as u know, 2009 is coming to a close. i won’t front and pretend like writing here will be at the top of my list in its final days, so i’m declaring an official hiatus til 2010. to ring in the new year, i am going to clean like a… clean freak (couldn’t get a good metaphor together, sorry) as an added symbollic measure. the slate is being wiped clean. not takin none of 2009’s mess, junk, trash or dirt into 2010.
that includes this place too! it’s a royal mess around here and i’m tired of lookin at the same old paint. so hopefully come January 1st we’ll get some new digs, and i’ll also finally get my blog roll together, too.
i’ll need your help though! i cannot for the life of me keep track of who has me in their blog rolls. i think i asked before and got very little response, so this is the last go-round! if after this you don’t find yourself in my links, AINT NOBODY’S FAULT BUT YOURN AND THE DEVIL’S!
so! if i’m in your links and you are not in mine, or if you would like to do some link exchanging, kindly email me with a link to your blog and we can make that happen.
til next year!
so. im sitting here in my room, watching my big extra super fantastic big ol screen tv when it suddenly explodes, displaying 40 inches of ridiculousness in the form of the commercial i’m about to show you. before we get to the viewing, let me tell you a bit about the company.
Mo Money Taxes is apparently a tax preparation service. they seem to have found some level of success, since, according to the website, they have multiple offices pretty much all over the American south, and also some midwestern states.
that being said, let me tell you that this particular commercial features a large white man with green hair yelling phrases such as: “I’M TOE UP FROM THE FLO UP!”, “BLAME IT ON THE AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHKKAHOL!”, “WHERE DEY DO DAT AT?!'” and “CALM THE HELL CALM DOWN!” it also features an angry man standing and yelling “IT’S FINNA GET REAL UGLY UP IN HERE!'” ready?
so i guess its safe to say that r&b is becoming the underlying theme of this blog. which is fine with me. as long as asinine people keep stepping into studio, i’m not against discussing where they went wrong.
i got an early christmas gift today when my very good friend donnie gave me the link to a blog full of the most random, dated r&b that i’ve never heard of in my life. the possibilities contained therein are ENDLESS. i predict many more discussions on r&b coming from that link alone. so you may thank him for this.
in no particular order, since they’re all equally ridiculous:
1. Renaizzance – Intimate Thoughts
first, a question.. why did everybody feel the need to spell shit the wrong way? ‘hello, ladies and gentlemen, we are Peaches and Cream, only it’s spelled PeichezzZ aynd Kriem beause we’re craft and clever.’ smh. anyway.
u can’t convince me that that wasn’t done by somebody’s 14 yr old little brother with MS clipart and the first edition of Paint Shop Pro. don’t it look like an airbrushed Rest in Peace t-shirt? (ps – WHY DO THEY HAVE A BEST OF ALBUM?)
Caliente from ‘For the Love of Wait a Minute Ain’t That Brandy’s Brother’ looks like Molly Shannon.
its the mouth and nose. and also the cartoonish ridiculousness that, in Molly Shannon, is purposeful. in Caliente… not so much.
Where did you find that photo of Skeevy Santa getting his Thomas Jefferson/Strom Thurmond on? (c) miss kate/lite bread
so i recently noticed just how freakin close to christmas we’re getting. i love christmas. hands down one of my favorite times of the year. i love the feeling in the air, the jingle bells and all that jazz, the terrible christmas decorations. but most of all, i loooooove christmas music! so, ive decided that from now til christmas, we’re gonna have a christmas bonanza! all christmas talk, all the time (or at least whenever i get around to updating, lol). one thing i wanna do is discuss some of my favorite/unfavorite christmas carols individually in a christmas carol spotlight type of feature. first up, ‘baby, it’s cold outside.’
…i hate this damn song.
i think what makes me angriest about it is that we’ve all been hoodwinked into thinking it such a simple, sweet, clever, cozy little ditty. oh, yeah. crank it at your christmas parties. sing it with your sweet, innocent little children in the car on the way to mee-maw’s house. choreograph a funny little number to perform at your office christmas party. let it be known, though, that YOU ARE DANCING TO DATE RAPE.
hello, sugar plums! part of me feels i should apologize for the erratic/sporadic updates as of late. it’s holiday christmas season time, and my imaginary ADD is kickin in somethin fierce. but really… things are always erratic/sporadic here, so i guess this isn’t anything new. nonetheless, i apologize.
now! given that it’s time to deck them halls and all that jazz, ive been singing and humming christmas songs more and more frequently. i loooove christmas. and christmas songs. they’re so happy and cheerful and fun and heart-warming. something that i have never ever understood in the history of my 27 years is the existance of sad christmas songs. why?? why do we need those? who said that was okay? how would you like it if somebody busted up in your birthday party and started singing ‘tears in heaven‘ or ‘the drugs don’t work?’ im pretty sure that’s how Jesus feels when yall start with the sad christmas song singin (im sure he feels weird about everybody celebratin his birthday at the wrong time of year, too, but i digress).
i can still remember the day i first stumbled onto those ridiculous pictures of cats with hilarious, grossly spelled and worded captions. they were quirky. they were random. most importantly, they were funny. now, they kinda suck. no more surprise buttsecks or politically incorrect costumes or gratuitous harbls. now they’re just… meh. too much cute and corny.
whatever. anyway, in my random internet journey this morning, i don’t know how i stumbled upon this collection of lolcats, but i did, and i cackled my fool head off. i’m prolly the only nerd who cares but im puttin em up anyway bc this is my house and i will do as i damn please!