Get the Justin Bieber ‘do: ‘Baby’ singer’s hairstyle is in high demand by tweens all over.
Some day all these kids rocking the Justin Beiber hair are going to get old. They’re going to look back and say “What was I thinking?” Much like me in this picture.
This is Kanye’s epic 35 minute full length Runaway video. I just finished the whole thing. Dang. I don’t really know what to say about it. Weird would be the obvious thing to say but it’s Kanye so weird goes without saying nowadays. The whole thing is visually stunning. Very beautiful. It was fun to watch though I can’t say I’ll ever subject myself to watching it again. I’m left with a sense of what was the point? Maybe that’s over thinking it though. Maybe the point is there is no point. It’s art for the sake of art. I’m cool with that. All in all I liked it. Kanye is brilliant. Crazy as all get out but brilliant. That’s all I can say.
An argument
between Spike Lee and Clint Eastwood:
There’s nothing like a petty squabble between celebrities to send folks searching. Ideally, the tiff involves vapid starlets arguing over who started the purse-dog trend, but Clint Eastwood telling Spike Lee to “shut his face” makes for a perfectly acceptable substitute.
Do you think it’s a wise thing to be ticking off Dirty Harry? Maybe Spike Lee is feeling lucky. He does have a point though. I’m not sayin’. I’m just sayin’.
This isn’t an Is It Just Me that I came up with but I think it’s a pretty good one and rather appropriate with the pinnacle of the NBA season, the NBA Finals, starting tonight.
Is it just me or do Mark Cuban (owner of the Dallas Mavericks) and Emperor Commodus look like they could be brothers?
Taken from this article about Obama’s latest clergical liability.
CHICAGO – He’s a white priest at a largely black church. He’s held hands with Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan. He’s been arrested dozens of times and battled anyone he thinks has wronged his parish — from gun dealers to a local Catholic sports league. Now the Rev. Michael Pfleger is something else: the latest thorn in the side of presidential candidate Barack Obama.
Racially charged comments Pfleger made last week mocking Obama rival Hillary Rodham Clinton — as a guest at Obama’s church, no less —
Obama needs to stop going to church. Televangelists were invented for this exact situation. You get to have church from the comfort of your own couch. Watch a Creflo Dollar program. Maybe a little TD Jakes. Mix in a little health and wealth gospel from Joel Olsteen. Throw in a Veggie Tales tape for the kids and you’re good to go.
From a Memphis Craigslist Rooms for Rent posting:
I would like to find a female to share home with I am a black male 41 I own my home it near the uofm all you need to is already here! I would like to find a nice lady to live with me,the ecommnoy is bad right now and if you don’t know what i am talking about you won’t understand my ad! I was thinking i could kill to birds with one stone.
Now this is what I call laying the mack down. Here’s a proposition. The economy is bad. I’m lonely. I need help on rent. I’m grammatically challenged. Let’s shack up!
So smooth. So practical.
Play on playa.
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What Happened to My Voice?
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Where did it go?
I feel like my voice has been reduced to quick quips and one liners spewed out into the world like yesterday’s trash.
What happened?
I used to have things to say. I used to have halfway coherent thoughts that I was able form into words on the page and screen. Now my voice, when I have one at all feels empty and hollow. It feels like a whisper that gets swallowed up in the never ending sea of other voices in this world.
Is it gone forever?
My presence online seems to have been reduced to a fruitless quest to grab a quick laugh or some fleeting scrap of attention . A cry of “Hey look at me. I’m am here! Laugh at my silly words so I can feel important.” My voice is hoarse. My throat is scratchy from lack of use. Perhaps I need some Lemon and Honey tea.
Can I get it back?
I used to use this space to exercise my voice. Now it sits here collecting dust. Much like my voice. It’s time to break out the duster. I’m the only one to blame for this current state of affairs. Only I can break myself out of it. I have things to say. It’s time to start saying them again. I silenced my true voice. It’s time to take the silencer off.