Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
R.I.P part 2
So to show I am not a heartless bitch: Heath Ledger in memoriam:



And some others who we should be thinking of as well:



My heart goes out to all of these families. Its a terrible thing to lose a loved one.
R.I.P
1 [famous]
685 Kenyans have been murdered and 255,000 driven from their homes
Over 26,000 children across the world died today, mostly from preventable diseases.
300,000 have died in Darfur.
9.7 million children, under the age of 5, die per year; again, mostly from preventable causes.
Cry over that.
Save Darfur
UNICEF
International Rescue Committee
Monday, January 21, 2008
Make my dreams come true
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
. . .
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
. . .
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
. . .
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
MLK Day - a rant
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm just sayin'
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Cheers to honesty
You all know I am a big fan of being honest, well bluntly honest, which can get me into trouble at times. So the other night I was out at the Starlight Room, really an experience and everyone should go once. So this old guy (okay 37) offers to buy me a drink. Now I am not in the least bit interested in him, but the drinks there were so expensive. So I told him, "I'll let you buy me a drink, but this isn't going to go anywhere. We can hang out while I drink it." Some people thought that was rude. I thought it was being honest. So we hang out, I finish the drink and bid him adieu, actually I hide in the bathroom for a bit because he becomes creepy. At the end of the evening, when the place closed, I got into an elevator that he happened to be on. Ugh. He asks if he can get my number. I tell him no. And he says "well then, can we fuck?"
Cheers to honesty.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Who doesn't love a hairless pussy?





Monday, December 10, 2007
Have you had "the talk" with your kids?
And get vaccinated.
Circle, circle, dot, dot...
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Motivation to study
A little boy told his father "school is dumb, I don't need these dumb classes to succeed." "Son," the father said, "let me tell you a story about a baby bird.
Baby bird's momma kept tryna teach him how to fly but he didn’t want to learn. He said 'why fly when I can just walk.' One day a hunter was shooting at the bird family's nest and all the birds flew away except for baby bird who couldn’t fly. Baby bird tried to fly but fell to the ground and broke his wing and legs. The hunter took baby bird home to his fat little daughter. She squeezed baby bird so hard his head damn near popped off. Baby bird spent the rest of his days injured and being manhandled by the hunter's fat daughter.
So you see son, if you don't do your lessons you're gonna end up crippled and stuck with a fat woman all your life. Shit, that’s how I ended up with your momma."
Monday, November 19, 2007
Zombies...Hey, it could happen
Fine, in a effort to save you guys, my friends, I'll guide you to some help. If you are smart enough to find this then you deserve to live. If not, I guess you were fucked anyway. I've never read this (click here) before, but it may help you. Good Luck and Godspeed
Caption this
Sunday, November 18, 2007
No more freeloading Kevin
End rant
And just so you know I am not mean, and in the spirit of sharing the wealth I did let him use my internet for months (probably the better part of a year). But all good things must come to an end.
And for those of you piggybacking on someone else's internet connection, be careful about sharing your iTunes music, lest the person find out and cut you off.
I want my TV
Support the writers!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Celebs are funny
Random thought: when did we start regularly calling the celebrity press, paparazzi? I don't think I had never really used that term until Princess Di was killed. I wonder what I called them before....Oh I know...photographers.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Damn that rap music
I seriously can't imagine these rappers sitting around a table and saying to each other, "you know, I think instead of the word 'woman,' let's insert the word 'bitch.' Because, according to the latest marketing demographics, those suburban white kids are snapping this stuff up. And, as a young black male, I want to give off the impression to other white males my age that it is, indeed, OK to oppress and slander young black females, equally of our age. hmmmm....let's call up our agent and put together a test audience to see if this works. Bill, can we get some more coffee please? Thank you."
Funniest. shit. ever.
Thanks for letting me post this K.






